The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(16)

We were so close that we were almost the same person, in a way. I was supposed to be pretending to be somebody else, but he’d brought parts of me to the surface I wasn’t even sure I had, and knew me in ways nobody else did.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered.

I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it from his vantage point, then bit my lip when he started working that crazy voodoo magic again on my skin just behind and below my ear. The next thing I knew, Ryan was slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me again, kissing me hard.

Was this normal? Didn’t men need a break? How long could I keep up with him for?

I started moaning again.





Ryan





No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I could feel myself drifting up through the layers of consciousness, until my eyes popped open and I squinted at the bright morning light streaming in through my windows. I felt like I’d been in the deepest sleep any man had ever achieved, but only for a few seconds.

That wasn’t exactly true, though. The night sky had only just begun lightening when Sarina and I had passed out after the longest non-stop sex-marathon I’d ever had and, whatever time it was now, it was at least full daylight.

That poor girl took everything I could possibly give her and, fuck she had felt good wrapped around my cock. Of course, I’d never had sex that didn’t feel good, but this was something else. This was heaven on Earth, a pussy that imparted so much pleasure it should be worshipped day and night.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked towards the other side of the bed, memories of what it felt like to be inside her doing their best to fend off the sleepiness. She wasn’t there. I looked around my apartment and couldn’t spot her anywhere.

The only sounds came from the distant traffic far below and the general hum of the building. Had she really run away while I was passed out?

I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. My muscles ached as I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. Holy shit. Her off-the-scale hotness had driven me crazy, I’d fucked her even after I was running on empty because it felt so good.

Pleasure like that was a real mind-bender. I almost thought she might have been a hallucination, until I spotted her panties sitting in a crumpled heap on my bookshelf.

I laughed, imagining her frantic and silent search of my apartment for that last elusive piece of clothing before she had to give up and cut her losses. Even the quiet chuckle made my abs hurt. Wow.

With a shake of my head, I rose to my feet. The downside of fucking a girl as hot as Sarina was that going back to the usual girls was going to be like a kick in the balls. She was so tight I could still feel the grip of her pussy on my cock.

Turning to look at my bed, I saw a war zone. The sheets were all messed up, and covered in the aftermath of our fucking, including spots of blood.

I breathed in, then let my air out slowly with puffed-out cheeks. A virgin. I’d never had one of those before. By all accounts they were supposed to be the worst lays, not the fucking best.

A virgin. How could a girl that hot be a virgin? It was a damn good question as far as I was concerned, but it did kind of put my mind at ease about another little thing.

The cops wouldn’t send a girl in to tempt me with her virginity, any more than a virgin girl would offer up her first time for the sake of a police investigation. That was really un-cop-like behavior.

Not only that, but if she did go to bed to me to earn my trust… why would she bolt in the morning without trying to use her position to her advantage? The cop hypothesis didn’t hold up.

I laughed again as I headed for the shower, remembering the dopey look on that Cannibal’s face as he got fucked up by a champagne bottle over the head. What got into those guys anyway?

She was a… unique girl to say the least. I thought about her as the hot water worked on my aches and pains, but was unable to wash away the memory of how hard she made me cum.

A screamer too. There were times I thought that my neighbors might call the cops because they thought somebody was getting murdered, she was that loud.

Maybe, since she was screaming “Yes!” and “Fuck me!” that put everybody within earshot at ease, because there had been no interruptions. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me as I headed to the kitchen.

I was sipping my coffee and waiting for my toast to pop up before I looked at the clock on the microwave.

“Fuck!”

Ten past eleven. I slammed my coffee down on the counter and it sloshed over the top. I was already half-dressed by the time my precious caffeine settled back down in the mug.

The Acardis gave me my own lab to run, with a few assistants who had standing orders to clean the fuck out of everything if I wasn’t there to tell them otherwise. The Acardis didn’t care what hours I worked, as long as I met my quota, but today I had a meeting with Giovanni Acardi. At eleven o’clock.