The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(41)

I'd never been with a man before, never felt anything like this before, I  didn't know what was OK. However, my body was taking charge, responding  to the presence and obvious intent of this alpha male, and it was going  to make me stroke myself right in front of him as he worked his way to  my pussy with his lips.

At least, that's what I thought was going to happen. Instead, when  Austin caught me on the brink of touching myself, he took hold of my  wrist and stopped me.

"That's mine," he said.

I whimpered with need, trying to pull him towards me with my legs, and  succeeded only in lifting my ass off the bed for a few seconds. Austin  switched his attention to my other leg, starting on the inside of my  knee and then kissing and licking his way up my thighs with relish as if  I was coated in a thin dusting of icing sugar.         

     



 

After an eternity, he was so close. The hair on the back of his head  brushed against my right thigh while his lips played tribute to my left,  and I could feel the heat of him on the most sensitive spot I had, but  he still hadn't touched what was his.

He turned his head to lick just to the side of my pussy, the crease  where my leg ended, and the edge of his stubble tickled maddeningly  close to where I needed him to be as the traces of his past kisses  cooled in the air. Then he paused and I felt his hot breath against my  virgin entrance.

I lifted my head, looking down with unveiled desperation at those broad  shoulders, and the muscular inked arms wrapped around my thighs. Never  in a million years, let alone the nineteen I'd been on this Earth, did I  ever think I'd see a sight like that.

His head dipped and I felt his tongue delve between my folds, licking  deep, licking long, from the bottom to the top of my pussy, finishing  with a little flick on my clit that made me squeal and throw my head  back against the mattress again.

"Mmmmm, fuck," he breathed, and I felt that warm puff of air again.

I looked down with eyes that wanted to force themselves shut, but I  couldn't see his head under my wedding dress. Austin's arms curled  around even tighter, muscles bulging until they looked about as thick as  my thighs, locking me in place with unbreakable power as his tongue  found my slit again.

With that rough border of stubble focusing what felt like all the  pleasure in the universe on my sex, Austin licked deep, touching me in  places no man ever had, until his tongue brushed against my hymen. His  biceps flexed at that, and he kissed my pussy with a wet smack before  nibbling my outer labia with his lips, exploring me with such close  appreciation that he would soon know me better than I knew myself. Maybe  he already did.

My body responded to his attention the way it had since the first moment  we met, and it was only Austin's eager tongue that saved my wedding  dress from getting even more soaked. My fake husband lapped at my sweet  nectar as if he'd crossed a desert to go down on me, sounding like I was  the most delicious meal he'd ever had.

I reached down beyond the bunched-up material of my wedding dress and  ran my hands through his hair. My hips began to gyrate lightly against  his face as each motion of his tongue and lips sent a pleasurable pulse  of energy coursing from my clit to my belly, where it gathered in a  humming ball of growing ecstasy.

Austin moved his hands until they were gripping my legs under the knees,  and pushed them out and up until I was spread as far as I could go and  my ass even rose off the bed a little. Just when I thought he couldn't  have me in a more vulnerable position, he found one.

In the back of my mind, the self that I'd grown up with was trying to  remind me that I should feel ashamed to be like this. No wanton slut  ever posed more crudely than this, but everything he did felt so damn  good, that I had no brain power left to pay attention to everything that  had hamstrung me my entire life.

"Holy ssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh … ."

When Austin started licking me again, he turned all his attention to my  clit, latching on with his lips and flicking furiously from side to  side. My eyes rolled back in my head and I grasped at the covers on the  bed so tightly I thought they might rip.

Every muscle in my body was thrumming with anticipation, shaking with  the promise of the release of that ball of energy in my belly. There was  no escape from Austin's relentless assault on my clit, not in this  position, not with his apparent determination to give me a lifetime of  pleasure in a few minutes.

When I'd climaxed purely due to the feel of his cock through his pants,  it was insane, but whatever was building inside of me now was going to  turn my brain into mush. After a few more minutes, I started hearing a  low humming in my ears, drowning out the occasional quiet slurp or  murmur of appreciation from Austin, and the room seemed to get dim  before my eyes.

A vision of a mushroom cloud flashed through my mind. This was it, the first murder by orgasm. So close …  so …  close …

Austin pulled back and stood up at the foot of the bed. Looking down at his handiwork with satisfaction.

I was right on the edge, driven halfway psycho with the need to cum, and he'd stopped. Why? Why?

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" I almost screamed.

"I told you this day would come, Skylar. The next time you cum, I'm going to have my cock buried in you-"

"Yes, anything!" I interrupted.

"But first …  fucking beg for it."

Austin pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing a huge cock that  looked harder than diamond jutting out from his body. Caught between my  desperation, the surprise of his demand and my first sight of his rigid  girth, I couldn't begin to think what the right words might be.         

     



 

"I …  I don't …  please … "

After extracting his feet from the clothes around his ankles, he reached  down and pulled me to a sitting position. His manhood was right in  front of my face, towering above it, twitching with each beat of his  heart.

Up close, it was beautiful and terrifying. The size and shape of it  called out to some primal need hidden deep inside me, maybe every woman.  I was so drawn to it that it was almost like a physical pull, yet there  was no way I could take something like that, not my first time, no  matter how strong all those muscles were that would be driving it  forward.

Austin cradled my head with one hand and grasped his hard shaft with the  other, slapping my face with his cock. Every heavy impact only seemed  to remind my body how close I was to cumming.

This will take you over the edge, Skylar. Remember how hard you came when he wasn't even touching you? Imagine …

"If you want this cock, if you want to know what it's like to be fucked until you go blind, you'll beg for it," he said.

Tiny splatters of pre-cum were smeared on my face, almost as if he was  branding me as his own, claiming me and leaving his mark. I found myself  trying to trap his cock with my lips, to kiss and lick it as he had  done to me. Anything for more of it, as each exhalation turned into a  quiet whine of need.

Austin pushed his cock against my lips, circling them and distorting my  facial expressions, but never letting me get it inside. It wasn't fair! I  wanted it!

"Say ‘fuck me hard, sir'," he commanded.

I looked beyond the massive erection that dominated my field of vision  to the heavyweight fighter I'd married with one last plea for mercy  written on my face. There was no room for negotiation written on his.

"F-f-fuck … "

"Say it." He tapped my face with his cock again.

"Fuck m-me …  hard …  sir."

"Damn right. Now take that dress off or have it ripped off, you little fucktoy."





Skylar





My wedding dress had suffered enough for one day from how wet my husband  had made me, so I took it off with a haste that surprised even myself,  standing at the foot of the bed with him. Austin stopped me when all I  had left on was my bra.

He curled one thick arm around my waist, holding my body against his as  he reached for the clasp with his other hand. All I could think of was  that immense cock pushing against my belly, and how I felt like a  ragdoll in the presence of all his power. He had called me his fucktoy,  after all.

With a snap of his fingers, the underwire of my bra released me, and I  immediately felt the cool air on my skin as the undergarment fell loose.  Austin pulled it off and threw it aside, grabbing one breast in his big  hand, kneading it and giving the nipple a pinch hard enough that I  moaned with my mouth closed.

Moving his hands under my armpits, Austin lifted me off the ground with  no apparent effort at all and threw me back on the bed. Climbing on top  of me before I'd finished bouncing, he pinned my hands to either side of  my head as he kissed me deeper than I would have thought possible  before meeting him.

I could feel the hard shaft of his cock brushing against my newly-shaven  mound, his heavy balls bumping against my wet pussy. The moment I'd  always been forbidden to even think about was so close. So close.