The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(11)

When the tips of her toes touched the ground again, I pulled back a little and looked at my handiwork. That glamorous hair of hers was already looking a little disheveled, and she was more than half-crazed with the need for release.

Cop or not, I’d never wanted to fuck anybody more in my life. I’d had my pick of women for so long now that they all simply blurred into one long pussy train, but I was still aching for this one. I wanted to be looking into those eyes when I came inside her.

Sarina reached out for me, caressed my abs through my shirt and tried to pull me back towards her. Instead, I grabbed her by the throat and held her firmly against the side of the elevator.

“Hands against the wall,” I said.

Sarina swallowed hard, but did as she was told, laying them flat against the surface by her hips as she squirmed in my grasp. Only then did I move closer to her again, running my hand from her thigh up to squeeze her breast with my free hand.

She twitched, instinctively moving to halt the intimate contact I hadn’t asked permission for, but which her body had given me at every turn. It was only a split second, and then her hands were both flat on the wall again, as this chick that could knock out a Cannibal submitted herself to me.

I smiled and squeezed her perfect breast harder, stroking her nipple through her clothes until I could feel it harden under my thumb, despite the material between us. She was still fighting the good fight in that brain of hers, but I could already tell she was going to let me do exactly what I wanted to her.

“You sexy fucking bitch. You’ve got no idea how hard I’m gonna make you cum. And after that?” I moved my mouth closer to her ear, licking that little area that made her melt. “I’m going to make you my little slut. You’re gonna like that, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” I gave her throat a squeeze.

Her cheeks went red and she looked down at to the left, anywhere but right at me for the time being. She nodded.

“Good girl.”





Sarina





You should stop this, Sarina.

Just a little more…

The argument had been stuck on an infinite loop for some time now. Telling myself to leave, to take myself out of this situation where I was the focus of Ryan’s lust was like telling myself to get off the rollercoaster after the first big drop. If I could be honest with myself, it just wasn’t going to happen.

What in the fuck was that thing that he did on my neck by my ear? It made me want to drool like I was on powerful sedatives, while every lick and suck seemed to be mirrored between my legs as if the nerves were tangled up. It turned my mind to mush and reduced me to his little plaything.

He liked that, I could tell. He liked grabbing me by the throat and literally having my life in his hand.

Wild horses couldn’t have dragged the words out of me, but he read my body as clearly as if I had prepared a speech, and he knew the truth I couldn’t speak. I liked it too.

He saw what I could never say, even to myself. I wanted to be a strong woman… and I still wanted to be utterly consumed, dominated, and ruled by a man powerful enough to handle me. He was taking control and it was so hot I could barely contain myself. I wasn’t containing myself no matter how much I should.

He saw me at my most defiant, as strong as I could be when doing what I hoped was the right thing, and he didn’t see a challenge that wasn’t worth it. He saw something he wanted.

I was reveling in being with a man who I didn’t scare off, who saw the real me even though he may never know my real name, and wanted me anyway. I was never so turned on before in my entire life, and I believed him when he said I had no idea how hard he was going to make me cum.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Ryan ushered me out through a short hallway, and into a modest studio apartment.

It was maybe slightly bigger than average, but a lot less extravagant in size and furnishing than his expensive clothes had led me to expect. No sooner had the door slammed shut behind us than Ryan had me pinned against it.

Keys clattered to the ground and he shrugged off his jacket as his lips pressed against mine. I vaguely heard the muffled sound of it joining the keys, and then his hands were everywhere, exploring me, and I couldn’t believe the swells of happiness every time he paused, squeezed, and growled pure appreciation.

This was what it was like to be wanted, and I couldn’t get enough. Ryan lifted me off the ground again and I wrapped my legs around him.

He pulled on my ass, bringing me closer, and I felt that hard bulge of his nestling along the length of my pussy once more. It felt big and dangerous, full of raw masculine energy that I could sense even through our clothes.

I was wetter than the last time I’d gone swimming. As Ryan carried me towards his bed, his hard cock made my panties slide against my clit, sparking pleasure that made me break off the kiss and hide my face against his neck and clench my teeth against ecstasy that threatened to rise up and devour me.