The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(2)

Then I sold them some F, took their money, and partied my brains out. I  wasn't quite as paranoid about keeping a low profile now as I was in my  college days. Back then, I officially studied Engineering, but really  used a friend's ID to get access to the Chemistry labs and materials.

Yet I still wasn't ready to publically claim my own throne, tempting though it was.

Next year. That's when the Acardi Crime Family would eat their words, if  their jaws were still attached to their heads. Then everybody would  know who the fuck The F King was, and realize that there's really no  limit to what I can make in my lab with enough funds. The city of  Highston would be mine.         

     



 

Until then, being the only guy in town who wasn't in a gang and wasn't  obviously in the local crime family was almost as good. I was  approachable in a way those fuckers weren't.

Everybody who wanted the best shit, but was too scared to buy from a  gang, came to me. In a city full of college students, there were a lot  of customers like that. A lot.

The guys had money and the girls, oh sweet holy fuck what the girls had.  The things they'd do for F, the things they'd do when they saw the  respect everybody gave me, just wanting to be near me and bask in the  reflected glory.

I'd lost count of all the pussy I'd had. Two or three in one night?  Sure. Five at once one time, straight girls went down on each other just  because I told them to. Anything for the king.

Money and power, it was an easy lifestyle to get used to. I couldn't  even remember the last time I'd had to fuck the same girl twice. How  could I deny myself the pleasure of hearing my name screamed by a new  voice?

Tonight, though, the cards seemed stacked against me. Every chick who  came and sat in the booth with my friends and me, I already knew what  they looked like with my cock in them. Boring. Bree was throwing herself  at me particularly hard.

Things were usually pretty exciting around this time of year, though. A  fresh batch of college students bolstered Highston's population, and  once they got past those on-campus orientation parties, plenty of them  started hitting the town. That would start happening in a week or two,  and I couldn't fucking wait.

I was just about to resign myself to the reality of going home with Bree  again, when a breath of fresh air walked past our table. Her clothes  said "look at me" but her face was pure innocence.

From the moment I saw her approaching, I had images of her pinned under  me, begging me to fuck her harder, harder, harder. I could make that  girl sing in bed.

Her sleek, dark hair shimmered like liquid in the strobe lights. Before  she was past, on her way to the dancefloor, I saw she had the kind of  bright blue eyes normally reserved for the Nordic-blonde type.

That electric blue was my favorite, that flash of color you could see  through their half-closed eyelids as they came hard, or when I was about  to cum right on their faces, and they were afraid of getting shot in  the eye, but they needed to see the big moment anyway. Fuck yes.

Combined with the contrast of darker hair, it was an intoxicating  mixture. And that body. Her ass twitched with every step and the  intriguing upper swells of her breasts faintly quivered to the same  tempo while showing off their youthful firmness.

She kept her eyes trained straight ahead as she walked past. I watched  her closely, brushing Bree out of my line of sight with annoyance when  she hee-hawed herself in the way, laughing at some joke my friend said.  Was she going to look at me? Was she?

There. That one glance straight into my eyes betrayed her as she stepped on to the dancefloor. The fucking game was on.

I knocked back the rest of my drink and slammed it down on the table. "I'm going for a dance."

"At last!" said Bree, standing with me.

I leaned in. "No. Not tonight. Listen, Mike over there, yeah, the funny  one, he's had a hell of a day. I'd be really grateful if there was  anything you could do to make him feel better. It'd be a personal favor  to me, you understand?"

"Mike?" she said without much enthusiasm.

"It'd mean a lot. Here, this is the last gram I've got on me. No charge."

I pulled the little baggie of F out of my pocket and discreetly held it  out to her. She reached for it straight away, but I closed my fist over  it.

"OK, OK," she said.

I thought I caught her looking wistfully at me out of the corner of my  eye, but she was Mike's problem now. A bullet dodged as far as I was  concerned, and hot new pussy to be had.

Blue-eyed innocence was dancing with a small group of freshmen-looking  girls, all of whom I'd be happy to put on the list after I had my way  with their hottest friend. Such a good time of year.

The closer I came, the more the movement of her body hypnotized me. The  music was too loud to talk, all the initial communication had to be body  language, but I was used to that. I'd have to fuck her with my eyes for  a while before I made those perfect tits bounce as I powered my cock  into her. That was half the fun, anyway.

Under cover of the music, I stealthily worked my way next to her,  dancing half-in and half-out of her group. She glanced at me again, did  the full body scan and flashed me a smile before dancing a little  closer.

One of her friends, a short blonde, fanned herself and whispered to a  taller brunette, who nodded and looked over at the two of us as our  dancing got closer and closer. Blue-eyed innocence turned in my  direction and danced facing me for a minute or so, flashing me a smile  bright enough to melt my face off before turning away.         

     



 

I let my breath out through pursed lips slowly, and realized I'd sold  this girl short when she walked past my booth. She might have been the  sexiest woman I'd ever laid my eyes on.

I had to lay my hands on her too. I needed to feel that perfection,  press myself against her, and later she'd be wrapped around me moaning  like a whore. Oh yes, I'd make this princess forget everything she ever  learned about courtship and romance. The only thing on her mind would be  my rock-hard cock by the time I was done.

Speaking of which, the way this girl was moving was starting to get me  down that path already. I reached out and put my fingers on her hip as  we danced. When she didn't push me away, I rested my entire hand there,  and pulled her closer.

The scent of her shampoo and perfume wafted up at me, and I sucked it  all in as we moved to the music. I bet her skin tasted sweet, just like  that smell of vanilla. I couldn't wait to run my tongue across every  square inch of it, to watch her body react to everything I did.

From this vantage-point, I had the best seat in the house for looking  down her top at those unbelievable tits, especially when she raised her  arms up over her head and stroked my shoulders. The inevitable happened;  her ass bumped against my semi-erect cock, trapped down one leg of my  pants.

Instead of pressing harder against it, like every girl in living memory,  she jerked away as if she'd been zapped by static electricity. So she  was playing hard to get, huh?

With a smirk, I pulled her back and enjoyed feeling her struggle with  herself more than with me. She liked the way that big cock felt, she  liked knowing that she was sexy enough to get me excited, but her  friends were right there, and she didn't want to look like a slut. How  adorable.

I let myself enjoy a few more grinds against her, as one song faded out  and another began to fade in, before I decided to put her out of her  misery. For now. I turned her back towards me.

"Hey, I'm Ryan," I said.

"Sarina."

"You wanna take a break and sit with me for a while? You look like you've worked up a thirst with all those moves."

A thirst for my hard dick, you sexy little bitch.

"Um …  yeah, sure. OK," she said, with such obvious nerves that her cuteness factor went through the roof.

If she kept on teasing me like this I'd have to fuck her before we even  left the club. I knew the place well enough that there were, from  experience, a few dark spots you could get away with it if the girl was  hot enough to risk it.





Sarina





Well, getting his attention was a little easier than I thought it was  going to be. He was hot on my trail from my second pass of his table.

The problem was, maybe he was a little too hot on my trail. I needed to  catch his eye to make him think that he was the one who initiated  contact, but I was always supposed to steer the relationship down a  professional path. Money and drugs, that's what I had to pretend to  want.

My CO said to gain his trust by any means necessary, but what Ryan  wanted was written as clear as day, playing out like a movie behind his  eyes. That was crossing some lines, for sure.

So why did I stay on the dancefloor for so long? Why did I let it feel so good to have his eyes on me like that?

I could feel a little tingle on my body everywhere his eyes roamed, as  if from gentle fingertips exploring my skin. More than once I found  myself leaning back to let those imaginary fingertips explore down the  front of my top, before my ass brushed up against that concealed weapon  in his pants and snapped me out of it.