The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(44)

I played dumb while I tried to figure out how to get rid of her without  making a scene. "I'm in training right now, so I don't go clubbing or  anything."

"Well …  what about a more …  private …  party?" She slid a couple inches closer, my name standing out clear in wet ink on her tit.

I sighed. "Listen, I dunno if you heard or anything, but I just got married so … "

"Aw, that's so sweet … "

She didn't get up to leave.

" …  but …  like, she doesn't have to know, or anything. My friends and I …  we like to share. We're very close."

"Listen, uh … "

"Candy."

Of course. "Listen, Candy, I'm sure you're all a lot of fun, but I can't."

"You sure? We wouldn't tell. You see my friend Debbie over there, the little brunette?"

I looked over to see the other two huddled together looking intently back at us. "Yeah."

"You wouldn't know it to look at her, but she can deepthroat anything,  and she likes choking on cock until she almost passes out. She's a lot  of fun, and you can do anything you want with Bella and I while she  recovers. Anything. I told my boyfriend that you were on my ‘list,' I've  got a free pass for you. Our hotel is just around the corner."

I could see it all now, the look on this chick's face when we got back  to their room and they realized they'd bitten off more than they could  chew, when I fucked them all past their breaking point. Debbie choking  herself out on my cock while I made the other two sixty-nine each other  for my entertainment.

Part of my mind was whirling, thinking about how I could get to their  hotel room, fuck them senseless, and leave later on, without being seen.  I could get one of them to give me their key card, we could leave the  diner separately …

They thought they were something special, as if I'd never been offered  anything like this before. I had. They were hot, for sure, but …

Another scene played through my mind, this one something that had  happened last night. I was fucking Skylar for the fourth or fifth time,  missionary style and going slow before a big finish.

She had her hands clasped behind my neck, watching me fuck her as she  squirmed just below the point of moaning her pleasure. Her face was my  favorite feature, such an exciting mix of innocence and sex. I wanted to  watch her expression when I came in her tight little pussy this time,  to watch that knowledge flash behind her eyes as I took everything I  wanted from her.         

     



 

"Am I …  good? At this? Did I … " she trailed off.

It sounded like competing teams of wild horses had been fighting between  dragging the question out of her, and stopping her from asking it at  the same time. Something told me she'd been fighting a long and  exhausting internal battle with her own sexuality. She wanted to be in  control of it, to own it somehow and accept that side of herself.

"You're fucking incredible."

"Do you l-like …  me?" she whispered.

Thinking about it now, she caught me by surprise.

It wasn't because she asked. Most girls ask that after I've made them  cum so hard they momentarily lose their vision. It wasn't because I told  her "Yes." That's just what you said to women until you're finished  fucking them.

At the time, I thought that was all it was. That's what I'd tried to  convince myself when I left this morning too. But the truth was I did  like her. That was the surprise.

I liked the way she looked at me when we did that promo spot. I liked  the way she said her wedding vows. I liked the way she kept coming over  to me for comfort and reassurance at the reception. For fuck sake, I  even liked falling asleep with her in my arms after we screwed the night  away.

Skylar was about fifty billion times hotter than this gaggle of groupies  combined, with a pussy that was mine alone. That didn't hurt. I'd never  seen a girl more turned on by me who still tried to fight the  attraction. It made me want her all the more.

I couldn't run off and have a foursome. Not on the first day of our  marriage. Probably not even for as long as this thing went on. I  couldn't do that to her.

Motherfucking dammit. Who'd have thought that the first girl I'd want to fuck more than once would be my wife?

"Well?" Candy asked.

I took a deep breath. This marriage was going to take a lot of restraint.





Skylar





I tried desperately to hold on to my dreams, but I could feel myself  floating up into consciousness until my eyes slowly dragged themselves  open. What I really wanted to do was sleep for the rest of the week.

Never in all my nineteen years had I woken up so tired. Every muscle  screamed fatigue, and protested any attempts to move with burning aches  that went right to my core.

When I bent my knees, the pain that flared between my legs was much  sharper, reminding me of the non-stop sex last night. I wasn't what  anybody would call unfit; I went to the on-campus gym regularly, but  Austin was like a nuclear-powered sex machine.

I looked to the other side of the bed. My neck muscles burned with the  simple movement, and my heart sank when I saw it was empty. There was no  sound coming from the room or the attached en suite. He was gone.

With no less effort than if I'd woken up from a months-long coma, I  struggled to a sitting position and pulled the sheet up over my bare  breasts. The sheet …  lower down I could see the evidence of what I'd  given up last night, and the memories of the last time I spoke to my dad  on the phone flashed through my mind.

"Dad …  I'm getting married. I've found someone and I'm getting married.  Will you …  will you come for the ceremony? Will you walk me down the  aisle?"

"You pregnant?" he asked.

"No."

"Who've you been spreading your worthless whore legs for?"

"Nobody, Dad. Why do you have to … "

"Well, why else is he marrying you?"

"Maybe he likes me."

He chuckled humorlessly. "Come on. We all know there's only one thing a  slut like you is good for. You've always been like that. Your mother  would be turning in her grave."

I felt so empty. His words hurt, but I'd already spent all the heartache  I had on the search for his love and approval. A lifetime's worth in  less than twenty years.

"You won't come?" I asked quietly.

"No."

After a silence that seemed to last an hour I spoke as calmly as I could. "Goodbye, Dad."

I never wanted to speak to him again, yet in this moment it felt like so  much of what he'd always said was true. There was only one thing men  wanted from me, and only one thing a girl like me ever had to give.

Here I was, having just given away something that was supposed to be so  precious, and I was alone again. As if, now that I'd given my virginity  away, Austin couldn't even hang around for a few hours.

I didn't know what exactly it was that I wanted. I went into this sham  marriage with my eyes open. I had no right to expect Austin to have real  feelings for me. Just …  did he have to leave me alone straight away?

I'd fought so hard to feel like my virginity, my very sexuality, was  even mine to give away, to wrestle its ownership away from an  overbearing parent who went much too far in his role. Mine. It was  supposed to be mine.         

     



 

Would I even see Austin again outside of our scheduled public  appearances? I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands and ran my  fingers through my hair.

The hair on one side of my head felt matted, and I had a flashback to  last night, Austin kneeling over me and stroking his cock as thick ropes  of cum splattered my face and hair. It was hard to believe now, but the  evidence was right there.

I'd been so lost in the moment, mesmerized by his overwhelming  masculinity and ability to drive me halfway to the nuthouse with lust,  that I'd been doing my best to catch as much of it as I could in my  mouth, lapping at the flying sperm and frantically swallowing to make  room for more. Nothing and nobody besides Austin had ever made me let go  of myself like that. Why couldn't I live in the moment more often?

That's what I needed to do. Maybe this morning wasn't all I dared hope  it might be, Austin wasn't here to sweep me up in his arms and tell me I  was something special, but last night …  I was the center of the  universe.

The sound of a keycard in the door struck a lightning bolt of fear down  my spine. Was it time for the maids to come through already?

I tried to spring to my feet to bolt to the bathroom, but I had no  spring left in me. My stiff muscles responded so sluggishly that I had  to abort the maneuver and cover myself up as best I could. I yelled  something about not being ready for house cleaning and prepared for the  most humiliating moment of my life.

Despite my instructions, the door swung open like in a nightmare …  only  to reveal Austin there, carrying a plastic bag at his side and giving me  a funny look.