The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(66)

"If you went to my school, I would have sneaked into your room after  your parents were asleep and made you the most well-fucked girl in your  class."

"My dad would-"

"Would have regretted interrupting us." Austin finished for me.

He reached down to his legs and pulled at first one tie, then the other,  snapping them as easily as he had the first two. Now completely free,  albeit with thick silky red ribbons around his wrists and ankles, he  reached out and gripped me by the neck, pulling me into a kiss.

I could taste myself on his lips, another piece of evidence that pointed  to the crime of how hard he'd made me climax. He could snuff my life  out with that grip on my throat, but all that power was so utterly  devoted to me that I knew he never would. He was lightning in my bottle,  a bullet in my gun.

With firm pressure, he guided me down until he let go of my neck and  grabbed my legs, positioning himself between them more by moving my body  rather than his. Austin pulled my calves up until I could see them up  on either side of his head, his massive tattooed arms curled around like  thick inked vines.

My toes curled and wiggled as he kissed and licked each leg in turn,  paying special attention to the back of my knees, which he knew drove me  wild. His skilled teasing brought me back from my post-orgasmic daze  and made me focus on just how much more my husband was going to do to  me.

Austin draped my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing my  knees up near my head and pressing my breasts against my thighs.  Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me into a kiss  that pushed the limits of my flexibility and I could feel his heavy  balls against my pussy.

With our lips locked together, he adjusted his hips and his weighty cock  dragged downwards across my navel. The tip flicked across my clit,  making me yelp into our kiss, and then that majestic thickness was  stretching my pussy lips around it as he pressed forward.

As soon as the head of his stiff rod was lodged inside me, my husband  pushed his entire length forward in one hard thrust that ended with the  sound of bodies slapping together and filled me with cock. I broke off  our kiss to squeal, and Austin reached behind my head, grabbing a  fistful of hair and pulling it back to make me expose my neck.

Leaning down, he licked and sucked at the skin as he began to thrust his  cock in and out of my pussy, feeling like a wild animal that might  decide to tear my throat out at any moment if he got sick of this tickly  teasing. I couldn't bring myself to be afraid, I was tied in knots and  getting fucked by the sexiest man in the world.

His powerful thrusts pushed me down into the bed, only to bounce back up  and meet him on the next stroke. Our bodies met each time and his heavy  balls slapped against my ass over and over again, while the tip barely  brushed against my cervix.

"Fuck," Austin groaned. "I would have got you pregnant in school.  Fucking claimed you right from the start without wasting any time. Made  you my little bareback fucktoy on the teacher's desk."

"Yes sir!" I panted, while every hard thrust made my voice waver.

Austin was putting a fire in my belly now as surely as he'd put a baby there before. And it was growing too.         

     



 

I imagined what it would have been like to have a boyfriend like Austin  back in school. To sneak behind the bleachers, or whatever the sexually  active couples used to do. Making out in the back seats of cars. Losing  my virginity to him on my prom night instead of my wedding night.

In a way it felt like just what he'd said, some years had been wasted  before we were together. On the other hand, he'd fucked me hard and  often, and that time was surely made up for by now.

All that love, all that lust, fueled that campfire in my belly and I  could feel it building up past a bonfire, past a forest fire... this was  going to be a towering inferno of ecstasy.

The world was starting to sound like my ears were muffled by pillows as  the beating of my heart and the sound of my own breath started to  dominate. The tips of my fingers and toes were tingling with the hint of  my second climax when Austin leaned back, flipped me over with expert  precision, and pulled my hips up so my ass was presented to him.

I growled my frustration and Austin responded by jack-hammering into my  pussy so hard that my mind was shaken into submission by the deep  impacts. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, there was too much  happiness, too much pleasure for me to keep it in.

Thankfully, before I spontaneously combusted, my orgasm returned to the  edge of that mental cliff and, with the constant pounding from the  powerful athlete, leapt off with no hesitation. I arched my back and  screamed affirmatives, trying to push against him as hard as I could.

Austin's hands left my hips and took my hair as reins, doing the work of  bringing us together far more efficiently than I could. Colored  star-bursts flashed in front of my eyes before I squeezed them shut to  let myself float in this bliss.

Smack!

My husband's other hand came down on my ass cheek and I screamed my  pleasure again. I could feel my breasts swaying under me as his thrusts  became more sporadic, that cock seeking out every last fraction of an  inch of depth in my fluttering tunnel.

I smiled dazedly when I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, then I  moaned in satisfaction at the next spurt that capped off another hard  and deep thrust. One of these days we should start considering some kind  of protection, but how could it compare to this raw animalistic  perfection?

Austin leaned forward, flattening me out as he put some of his weight on  top of me. He pulled my chin in his direction and I kissed him over my  shoulder as well as I could as I caught my breath.

"Oh fuck yes, Sky. You would have had a big load of cum in your pussy in every class."

"I think it's time for mathematics now," I said. "School is in. If one  wife gets fucked two times today, how many inches of hard cock can fit  down her throat?"

Austin chuckled and slowly began to stroke his magnificent length in and out of me again.





Austin





Stealth was never my strong suit, but I put every last bit of effort I  could into it now, just to get out of this room without waking Ryan up. I  winced when the door clicked behind me, and paused for a second,  listening intently.

I breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of any stirring so I  wouldn't have to start settling him from scratch. When I came out to the  living room, I saw Kendall was already out there, having clearly worked  her magic on Eli faster than I had on Ryan.

Kendall was busily filling Skylar in on some cute thing the kids had  done today, while Jace sat back in his chair with his fingers interlaced  behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He had that look of  concentration on his face I now knew so well.

"Took you long enough," said Kendall. "I was wondering if you were going  to have enough time left to fuck him up in front of his bitch." She  jerked her thumb at Jace.

The three of them laughed heartily.

"Oh haha, you're all so fucking funny. You're never going to let that one go, are you?"

"Not any time soon," said Kendall.

I sat down in an empty chair at Skylar's end of the couch and Jace  leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tenting his fingers  in front of him. He looked from our wives to me and took a deep breath.

"So, I've come to a decision," he said.

"About what?" I asked.

"The long-term plan. All the shit that's turned up while we've dug this  Picolli and Bertolini weed out of the New Ashby garden has been …   enlightening."

"There you go with your monk-on-a-mountain shit again. What are you talking about?"

Jace pulled his hands apart and held them up, his eyes glancing upwards  as he thought of how best to word whatever he was talking about.

"My understanding of the Mafia organizational structure has changed. The  degree to which the Picollis and the Bertolinis were intertwined is far  deeper than I thought. The lines between them got especially blurred  due to the pressure I put on in Port Magnus, but it's always been this  way, to a certain extent."         

     



 

"OK. So? You crushed them like bugs over in Port. We've got them on the ropes here. What does this change?"

"It means I can't kill them," Jace said.

"They seem to be dying pretty well?" I shrugged, confused.

"I mean I can't kill the Picollis or the Bertolinis …  not without  killing, or assimilating, all the families. If I don't, then they'll  always have a place to run. They'll always have a place to regroup,  access to huge resources that can make big problems for us. Endanger  everything we've built." Jace glanced at Kendall and Skylar, and in the  direction of the rooms the kids were sleeping in.

"I see …  uh …  do you mean … " I trailed off.

Jace nodded. "Yes. The long-term plan. Picolli. Bertolini. It doesn't  matter anymore. If they're part of one of the crime families, they join  us or die. This will be a nationwide campaign."