The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(6)

"Keep the change, don't be a stranger," I said as I bundled Sarina out of the taxi.

The cabbie didn't spare me any words, pulling away at the same time as I  was closing the door. Sarina was hugging herself on the sidewalk.

"I-" she began.

I cut her off with a kiss, before bending down and lifting her up. She  wrapped her legs around me, and I carried her to the door. My cock was  straining against my pants, seeking out the heat I could sense radiating  from her pussy like a homing beacon. So close. Tight, wet, heaven was  so close.

Performing a modern-day miracle, I managed to extract my wallet from my  pocket without dropping my phone, keys, wad of cash or Sarina, and  pressed it against the little device that read the security card. The  door buzzed and I pried it open and headed towards the elevator.

Sarina had her arms wrapped around my neck now, fingers running through  my hair as she kissed me back almost as hard as I kissed her. Our  tongues sparred for supremacy, with hers starting from the higher  ground.

Her breasts were tantalizingly close to my head-height. If our lip-lock  ended in time, I would taste her curves like I'd tasted her neck, see  her supple skin tingle with goosebumps as my licks cooled in the air.

My moment came when I had to glance away to look for the elevator call  button. Once it was lit up, I turned my attention back to Sarina and  kissed the upper slopes of her breasts.

Sarina threw her head back, held her breath for a second, and sighed in  pleasure. I could feel her long hair brushing against my hands, as her  chest pushed against me.

Even with all the determination, tongue-dexterity and incentive in the  world, I couldn't get as far as her nipples, which remained hidden in  her bra. I would change that before the end of the night.

The elevator doors opened and I walked us in, pressing the button for  the twenty-seventh floor. I turned to the side and paused for a second,  then pushed us against the side of the elevator, hard enough that a  little whoosh of air came from Sarina's mouth and her firm tits wobbled  right in front of me.

Slowly, I released her and let her slide downwards, pinned between me  and the wall. My hard cock pushed the front of her skirt up as she slid,  and I kissed her at the same moment it nuzzled along her sopping wet  pussy lips through our clothing.

Sarina gasped, as the bulge she was 100% responsible for pushed her  panties a little way inside her sex until, I knew, they would look like  they were painted on. She had no choice but to endure my near-invasion  into her most private area, she could no more fight it than she could  fight gravity itself, even if she wanted to.         

     



 

When the tips of her toes touched the ground again, I pulled back a  little and looked at my handiwork. That glamorous hair of hers was  already looking a little disheveled, and she was more than half-crazed  with the need for release.

Cop or not, I'd never wanted to fuck anybody more in my life. I'd had my  pick of women for so long now that they all simply blurred into one  long pussy train, but I was still aching for this one. I wanted to be  looking into those eyes when I came inside her.

Sarina reached out for me, caressed my abs through my shirt and tried to  pull me back towards her. Instead, I grabbed her by the throat and held  her firmly against the side of the elevator.

"Hands against the wall," I said.

Sarina swallowed hard, but did as she was told, laying them flat against  the surface by her hips as she squirmed in my grasp. Only then did I  move closer to her again, running my hand from her thigh up to squeeze  her breast with my free hand.

She twitched, instinctively moving to halt the intimate contact I hadn't  asked permission for, but which her body had given me at every turn. It  was only a split second, and then her hands were both flat on the wall  again, as this chick that could knock out a Cannibal submitted herself  to me.

I smiled and squeezed her perfect breast harder, stroking her nipple  through her clothes until I could feel it harden under my thumb, despite  the material between us. She was still fighting the good fight in that  brain of hers, but I could already tell she was going to let me do  exactly what I wanted to her.

"You sexy fucking bitch. You've got no idea how hard I'm gonna make you  cum. And after that?" I moved my mouth closer to her ear, licking that  little area that made her melt. "I'm going to make you my little slut.  You're gonna like that, aren't you? Aren't you?" I gave her throat a  squeeze.

Her cheeks went red and she looked down at to the left, anywhere but right at me for the time being. She nodded.

"Good girl."





Sarina





You should stop this, Sarina.

Just a little more …

The argument had been stuck on an infinite loop for some time now.  Telling myself to leave, to take myself out of this situation where I  was the focus of Ryan's lust was like telling myself to get off the  rollercoaster after the first big drop. If I could be honest with  myself, it just wasn't going to happen.

What in the fuck was that thing that he did on my neck by my ear? It  made me want to drool like I was on powerful sedatives, while every lick  and suck seemed to be mirrored between my legs as if the nerves were  tangled up. It turned my mind to mush and reduced me to his little  plaything.

He liked that, I could tell. He liked grabbing me by the throat and literally having my life in his hand.

Wild horses couldn't have dragged the words out of me, but he read my  body as clearly as if I had prepared a speech, and he knew the truth I  couldn't speak. I liked it too.

He saw what I could never say, even to myself. I wanted to be a strong  woman …  and I still wanted to be utterly consumed, dominated, and ruled  by a man powerful enough to handle me. He was taking control and it was  so hot I could barely contain myself. I wasn't containing myself no  matter how much I should.

He saw me at my most defiant, as strong as I could be when doing what I  hoped was the right thing, and he didn't see a challenge that wasn't  worth it. He saw something he wanted.

I was reveling in being with a man who I didn't scare off, who saw the  real me even though he may never know my real name, and wanted me  anyway. I was never so turned on before in my entire life, and I  believed him when he said I had no idea how hard he was going to make me  cum.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Ryan ushered me out through a short hallway, and into a modest studio apartment.

It was maybe slightly bigger than average, but a lot less extravagant in  size and furnishing than his expensive clothes had led me to expect. No  sooner had the door slammed shut behind us than Ryan had me pinned  against it.

Keys clattered to the ground and he shrugged off his jacket as his lips  pressed against mine. I vaguely heard the muffled sound of it joining  the keys, and then his hands were everywhere, exploring me, and I  couldn't believe the swells of happiness every time he paused, squeezed,  and growled pure appreciation.

This was what it was like to be wanted, and I couldn't get enough. Ryan  lifted me off the ground again and I wrapped my legs around him.

He pulled on my ass, bringing me closer, and I felt that hard bulge of  his nestling along the length of my pussy once more. It felt big and  dangerous, full of raw masculine energy that I could sense even through  our clothes.         

     



 

I was wetter than the last time I'd gone swimming. As Ryan carried me  towards his bed, his hard cock made my panties slide against my clit,  sparking pleasure that made me break off the kiss and hide my face  against his neck and clench my teeth against ecstasy that threatened to  rise up and devour me.

Even so, there was no doubt that I was already making a mess of the  front of his pants. If he cared, he didn't show it, pulling my sex  against him one last time before crawling on to the bed and letting me  go.

I leaned up and sought his mouth, kissing him back so much more eagerly  than I ever would have dreamed possible. His every movement gave me  inexplicable pleasure and I needed it as much as I needed air.

His hand returned to my throat and pushed me back down to the mattress,  but my lips still pursued him for a second afterwards anyway. I looked  up at him with my eyes half-closed. They kept on wanting to close all  the way, so I could just concentrate on the sensations he was inflicting  upon my body, but I wanted to see him adoring me.

"Show me," he said.

I didn't have to ask what he was talking about, as he lifted my shirt up  and over my head. I arched my back to let it go, and bit my lip against  my better judgement that was trying to force the word "stop" out of my  mouth.

Before my top was completely clear of my arms, Ryan twisted it around.  With my wrists essentially bound, he held them over my head, so I  couldn't easily push him away even if my common sense ever returned.

He reached behind my back with his free hand and snapped his fingers  like a magician. I immediately felt the relief as my strapless bra went  slack, but the cool air on my skin brought me halfway back to reality  and I realized that I was about to be completely topless with a man for  the first time in my life.