Part 9 (1/2)

She sat on the side of his bed, completely naked except for the tiny bra covering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her hands then went to the clasp on the front, but King beat her to it, unsnapping it with a flick of his fingers.

His expressionless face swiftly turned to one of l.u.s.t. He jerked his s.h.i.+rt off, snapping several of the b.u.t.tons as he toed off his shoes. Evie bent forward, unbuckling his trousers and unzipping them, pulling out his c.o.c.k.

Evie gave a murmur of approval. ”Not bad for an old man.” d.a.m.n, a younger man in his twenties would be envious of the erection she held in her hand. Unable to resist, she scooted to the edge of the bed, taking his c.o.c.k in her mouth.

”f.u.c.k,” King hissed.

Evie smiled against him as she took him to the back of her throat in an experienced move she had perfected long ago. Her fingers pulled him out of his pants farther to be able to reach more of him. She felt King sliding his pants down and kicking them away without budging his c.o.c.k from her greedy mouth. Her tongue slid up and down his length as she took him to the back of her throat, swallowing against him.

His hands went to her hair, but he didn't try to push her down on him; instead, he used it to keep her steady as he began f.u.c.king her mouth. Her hand went to his b.a.l.l.s, lifting the heavy sacs as she explored them while taking him even deeper.

Evie slid out of the bed, going to her knees on the floor. Taking her mouth off his c.o.c.k, she went between his thighs to suck one ball, then the other into her mouth, her tongue las.h.i.+ng the tender flesh.

King used his hand in her hair to bring her back to his c.o.c.k, guiding her back with his hand. ”Open your mouth.”

Evie willingly opened her mouth, letting him thrust back inside. She rubbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his thighs, teasing her nipples as his thrusts sped up. Evie thought he was about to come; however, he had already lasted longer than she'd thought he would.

His hand pulled her hair as he jerked her head away from his c.o.c.k, using it to make her stand. As he tossed her onto the bed, Evie panted, waiting to see what he was going to do next.

When King turned to the nightstand, Evie saw him pull out a condom, putting it on. She parted her thighs, her hand going between her legs as she stroked her c.l.i.t. His face tensed as he watched her.

Reaching forward, he slapped her hand. Shocked, Evie removed her hand.

”This is mine until I'm done with it. That means no one touches it, pleasures it, but me. And that includes you.”

Evie became angry. ”f.u.c.k off then.”

”I'm going to get off in about ten minutes when I finish f.u.c.king that p.u.s.s.y of yours.”

Evie started to argue but decided against it. Why start an argument over something he didn't mean anyway and she had no intention of obeying?

”Then get to it, or I'll let my fingers do the job.”

King laughed. ”The problem is you've forgotten how much going slow can build your o.r.g.a.s.m.”

”You're going to give me a lesson on f.u.c.king?”

”It will be one you will never forget.”

Evie's head fell back on the mattress laughing, until King slammed his c.o.c.k home in one thrust. Then, her laughter turned to a long moan as he began building her pa.s.sion by tilting her pelvis up, his c.o.c.k sliding against her g-spot with every hard thrust. His hand pressed down on her belly, making her shudder at the feel of him inside her. d.a.m.n, he knew how to f.u.c.k.

Evie wiggled her hips, trying to thrust against him, but he controlled her movements.

”I like having you underneath me, Evie. I like your tight p.u.s.s.y wrapped around my c.o.c.k. d.a.m.n, it's hard to pick which one I want: to come in your p.u.s.s.y or your mouth.”

”My p.u.s.s.y. I need to come,” Evie threw in her vote.

”Are you always a greedy b.i.t.c.h when you f.u.c.k?”

”Yes, and I prefer doing it without all the chit-chat,” she moaned.

King's hands tightened on her thighs, spreading her wider while his thumb brushed against her c.l.i.t before sliding under the hood giving her the added friction she needed.

Evie felt her climax strike with waves of sensations that had her tossing on his bed, gripping his c.o.c.k with her inner muscles. King groaned above her, pus.h.i.+ng her legs up and pulling her hips closer, making her take every inch of his c.o.c.k as he came.

When he finished, he pulled out then took off his condom, throwing it away in the trashcan beside the bed.

Evie tiredly closed her legs as she felt herself lifted and placed on the middle of the bed. The s.e.x and alcohol she'd consumed were finally hitting her. With only a brief hour's sleep the night before, she was exhausted.

As King started to wake her up, she sensed he didn't want her to sleep in his bed, but she had no intention of getting up. She heard him picking up their clothes from the floor before going to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, she climbed beneath the covers, snuggling down into the bed. Stretching out, she let her body relax on the silken sheets.

”He might never get me out of this bed.” Her drowsy voice filled the oversized bedroom.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d could f.u.c.k, so she might manage to have some fun in Queen City while she did what Shade wanted. No one said she couldn't find out everything she needed to know about King and still enjoy herself. If she could get him to lower his guard, she would be able to find out more about him while keeping her emotions contained. She was confident she could remain neutral. He didn't stand a shot in h.e.l.l of getting inside her heart-it was already taken.

Chapter 11.

Sometime the next morning, a sharp smack on her a.s.s woke her.

”Hey!” Evie mumbled, burrowing further under the pillow lying over the back of her head.

”I have to go to work.”

”So? Go and leave me alone.”

She felt the bed sink down next to her, his hand soothing the tingling on her a.s.s before his mouth brushed her neck. ”You owe me one.”

Evie turned her head to the side, opening one eye. ”If you've got the time, I've got the skill.”

”Don't tempt me. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes; I've got to go. I'll send Henry back for you. He'll be downstairs when you're ready.”

”Okay.”

King's mouth kissed her lips briefly before he rose from the bed.

”King?”

”Yes?”

”Next time, leave me a note. Don't wake me up.” She rolled over, sitting up in bed and rubbing her bleary eyes.

”I'll keep that in mind.”

”Do that.” She plopped backwards on the bed, pulling the pillow back over her face. ”I'm on vacation, dammit.”