The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(72)

A sudden flash of, not quite shame, but definitely self-doubt struck me. If he touched me through those panties, I might or might not explode, but he would definitely feel how wet I was, and my last veil of deniability would be gone.

Weakly, I reached down and tried to push his hand away, but I might as well have been trying to stop the tide coming in. Only a few seconds later, he was cupping my sex through my sopping wet panties with a look of smug triumph on his face.

“You are so fucking hot for me, I’m surprised you’re not begging for my cock yet.”

I shut my eyes at the mention of his manhood, so he couldn’t read my wild desire for it in them. That only served to make it easier for my imagination run wild, and for a moment I saw with crystal clarity my virgin pussy stretched around his thick rod, and heard my screams of ecstasy.

“So go on,” he continued. “Fucking beg for it. Make me believe it and I might just put you out of your misery.”

“I… I… please…”

A knock followed by the sound of the door opening snapped me back to reality, but I was still powerless to move. I stared into Austin’s eyes as somebody said words in what I thought must have been English.

“Austin? Skylar? We’re ready for you, could you hurry up plea… oh. Sorry. Um… just come on out… uh… please.”

The door shut again in a hurry, and Austin looked like he was weighing up some options.

“Saved by the bell, eh?” He moved his lips close to my ear. “You are a sexy little fuck waiting to happen. Mark my words, you will beg for my cock before this is through.”

With that, he let me go and headed towards the door as I swayed a little to keep my balance. He closed it behind him, leaving me alone in the room again where either it or my head was definitely spinning.

I stumbled to the table, to my handbag, feeling like I’d just jumped off the railway tracks before the train came through, and pulled out a handkerchief. Pausing to make sure the empty room was really empty, as if there was anywhere that anybody could hide, I quickly stroked it up the inside of my left thigh, where a single trickle of my natural lubricants was cutting a tickly trail towards my knee.

This was crazy. I should stop this right now before his prophecy came true. He was going to make me do everything I’d been trying to avoid my whole life if he had his way. And if things kept on going like this… I was going to beg him to do it.





Austin





Holy matrimony blah, blah, blah, cherish forever fucking yadda-yadda-yadda. The second I got Skylar alone in that honeymoon suite, that’s when the real celebrations would begin.

How she managed to avoid me enough to keep that precious virginity intact this long, I was still trying to fathom. The worst part of it was that I couldn’t fuck around with other women in the meantime.

If the press got wind of me going balls-deep in Ariana, for example, well, that would blow my new nice guy image right out of the water, and there went the title shot with it. Tonight though, in that honeymoon suite, I was going to fucking erupt. It was going to be like Mount Cum-more in there.

I hoped Skylar survived until morning, because fucking my virgin bride to death would probably be contrary to the image Robbie Johnson was trying to foster too. Damned if I was going to hold back, though.

I’d never gone for this long without fucking ever since I started, and it was driving me crazy. It wasn’t helping my predicament that Skylar looked like sex on legs.

When I saw her walking down the aisle, a couple of things struck me. First, it was strange that she didn’t have anybody walking with her, giving her away.

Second, I was glad I’d called Robbie a cheap fuck and chipped in some of my own cash so Skylar could get a wedding dress from a different designer than the one who had made her Tier-2 Sports Therapy uniform.

Perhaps it was for the best that she walked down the aisle by herself. She was so fucking hot that anybody walking with her might have withered away like a vampire in the sunshine.

She was so shy that she didn’t meet anybody’s eyes as she walked except mine, and even that was only the most fleeting of glances. It made me rock-hard knowing that under that form-fitting, pristine-white dress was a tight little virgin pussy that I was going to have all to myself after weeks of waiting.

For her part, Skylar looked like she was slowly, agonizingly, letting herself get swept away in the fantasy of it all. When people told her how beautiful she was, she tentatively thanked them, but it seemed like she was always waiting for a backhanded insult to follow the compliments.

That cloud that crossed her face whenever she might be in danger of feeling good gradually cleared, and this smile that could end empires took a hold. I’d never seen anything like that kind of joy before.