The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(40)

Just when I felt the tide turning away from pain, Ryan reached under one leg and lifted it up and passed it in front of his body to the other side, pulling himself out of my depths. I heard myself demanding that he not stop, and I could hardly believe the lust and desperation in my voice.

Thankfully, he wasn’t stopping for a drinks break. He slipped his hand under my hip and pulled, flipping me over on to my stomach.

The handcuffs twisted around the headboard, pulling my wrists a little tighter, and Ryan straddled me. Before I knew it, his cock was inside me again.

For the first few strokes, his hard dick felt cool from having been in the air, but that soon passed as he resumed his powerful rhythm. My whole body shook with his rough sex, making my nipples rub against my sheets and providing no small measure of satisfaction in the process.

Ryan leaned forward and curled his arms around me, making sure I stayed exactly where he wanted me instead of getting fucked up against the headboard. With this new grip, he found some kind of miraculous higher gear, and I had no choice but to bury my face into my pillow to scream affirmatives as the blur of cock suddenly pushed me over another precipice of ecstasy.

My pussy clenched around his cock, as it had with his finger, though with the girth of his rod it was a much more uneven match for my inexperienced sex. Still, even through the haze of my orgasm, I could hear Ryan let out a primal growl as his seed splashed hot and deep inside me.

I could feel waves of pleasurable spasms running through my body, and I turned my head from the pillow to gasp for air and sigh contentedly. For the first time since entering me, I felt Ryan lose his rhythm as his thrusts became more sporadic, and every deep stroke was punctuated by a thick jet of semen claiming my depths as his and his alone once more.

Ryan gently nuzzled the surprise erogenous zone behind my ear, as we basked in the afterglow and I lost all track of time. It was entirely possible that I floated on that cloud for hours, with nothing but his hot breath and lips on my skin, his still-hard cock still firmly inside me, and a mind blissfully distracted from any guilt.





Ryan





The first tendril of reality to snake its way into my consciousness was the smell of Sarina’s hair. It enticed me towards the light like the scent of heaven itself.

Before I even opened my eyes, I took a moment to inhale deeply and take note of the way we were utterly entangled with each other. Her single bed didn’t allow for much spreading out but, even if it had, I would have wanted to wake up like this anyway.

Her head was resting on my shoulder with that arm wrapped around her tightly. My lips were touching her forehead, which explained why the aroma of the shampoo she’d used last night when we showered was coming through so clearly.

She was turned towards me, and had her leg and arm draped over my body. The pussy she’d shared with me alone was resting against my thigh, just below my hip, and her breasts pressed against the side of my torso. My hand was resting on that smooth thigh of hers, almost as impossible to resist stroking as it was for those ancient sailors to resist the call of the sirens.

Tentatively, I opened my eyes and pulled my head back to see that Sarina’s face was turned up to mine. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was in the slow rhythm of a peaceful sleep.

I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes and bring her beautiful features into focus. To tell the truth, “beautiful” was too ugly a word to describe her.

She was, in fact, so stunning that looking at her made me ache, not only with the need to fuck her, but the need to simply be as near to her as I could be. Giovanni Acardi had complained about how I was being paid a king’s ransom every month, but all those wads of cash were worthless by comparison to the treasure in my arms right now.

Slowly, I lifted my hand off her thigh, trying not to disturb that slumber with any sudden movements. She’d wake up soon, no doubt, but in the meantime I wanted to revel in this perfect little moment. It was the kind of calm bubble in an otherwise fucking crazy life that I could tell I’d want to remember forever.

Freeing my hand from the blanket, I gently brushed a strand of hair away from Sarina’s face and tucked it behind her ear. Silky smooth, I remembered how I’d thought her hair looked like liquid in the club on the first night and touching it now did nothing to dispel that notion.

I stroked her hair again, and Sarina’s breathing broke rhythm in the form of a deep breath that puffed out of her nose on to my chest, before resuming its previous pattern. What did I do to deserve a girl like her dropping into my life?

As I stroked her hair, there was no answer to that question that I could think of. I hadn’t expected it, hadn’t ever really thought about it before, but there was something between Sarina and I that was already more true and tangible than my ever-growing stranglehold on the Acardi empire.