The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(38)

Ryan moved backwards even further, kissing his way down my navel. His tongue swirled around my bellybutton, and I gave the most wide-smiled sigh any girl ever gave as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and panties.

He pulled and I squirmed until he was off the bed and I was wearing nothing but mismatched bright green and pink knee-socks. I closed my legs modestly, and Ryan smirked in response as he dropped my clothes on the floor.

There was nothing he hadn’t seen before, in close and intimate detail, but I knew he liked the hint of a chase. I also knew by now that every thrill I gave him would be paid back to me tenfold when he used all his expertise to pleasure me ways I couldn’t even imagine another man being capable of.

“Please, officer, I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me go,” I said.

“Anything?”

Ryan undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing inch after inch of cock that was just throbbing its way to full-mast. The sight of it drove me wild every time, but tonight I wanted it more than ever.

“Yes, sir,”

“Well, I think tonight I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you sing. How about that?”

Somehow I’d managed to rein in our lust after that first night, satisfying our needs in other ways before things boiled over and Ryan ended up fucking me again. There was some part of me that tried to justify it as a middle ground between my two lives.

Maybe it was the way he’d worn that uniform tonight, or the way he laid out his plan for my sex just now, but I was so fucking wet for him that I convinced myself that the middle ground was a lie. The middle ground was a place where I didn’t stay within the rules of my old life, and I didn’t give myself or Ryan what we both really wanted in this life.

Seeing him walk into the room earlier, all the close dancing, and especially seeing him here now, my body was preparing me to take every inch of that wonderful thick cock that he wanted to give me. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him now.

“You think you can fuck me hard enough that I’ll sing?” I asked.

Ryan slowly climbed back on the bed, roughly spread my knees and reclaimed the position an alpha male like him deserved. He leaned forward, putting his weight on one hand and grasping his hard shaft with the other.

I could feel my labia kissing the tip of his cock when he locked eyes with me and made sure he had my full attention. I was panting excitedly through my mouth, but tried to calm down, waiting for the powerful thrust that would bring us together again the way I’d been denying myself for the last two months. It never came.

“Only if you beg for it,” he said in a harsh whisper.





Sarina





I pushed myself down as low as the handcuffs would allow, but Ryan moved with me, keeping ultimate ecstasy poised just at my entrance. With a quiet whimper, I admitted defeat.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

I bit my lip. “Please… please…”

“Say it, Sarina.”

“Please… fuck me.”

Ryan pushed his hips forward, not hard enough to thrust his thick cock inside me, but enough that I gasped at the wondrous pressure.

“Make me believe it.”

“Please fuck me!” I said, fueled by the tantalizing closeness of what I wanted.

“You’re mine, Sarina. Tell me to fuck you hard.”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

Ryan rubbed his cock upwards across my clit, and I let out a high-pitched yelp in response as a jolt of bliss hit me. My brow knitted together, looking at the masculine perfection above me, all those muscles poised to give me everything I wanted… all I had to do was beg for it.

“Please! Please, sir! I’m yours, you can do anything you want to me! Fuck me hard, I need it!”

Ryan smiled, and I felt that buildup of pressure at my entrance again. I smiled, sure that this time I would get what I wanted.

“No. Not yet. I don’t think you’re ready for it.”

I growled in disbelief and frustration as he pulled back again. “Fuck. Me!” I demanded.

“That’s a good song but I want to taste you first, you little pop princess.”

Ryan kept moving back until he was half off the bed again. He lowered his head between my legs, cupping my ass with both hands. I craned my neck down to watch him, and we locked eyes again as he planted a kiss on my pussy, followed by a little flick of his tongue that just barely dipped inside my honey pot.

I bucked my hips, instinctively trying to grind myself against him, but I was already as far down as I could get and my efforts didn’t amount to much. Ryan had me at his complete mercy, he had the power to give and withhold pleasure as he saw fit. I couldn’t see the smile on his face, but the look in his eyes told me he was enjoying every second of that power.