He started slamming into me, fucking me so hard his thighs slapped loudly against my ass, his hands around my hips started to bruise. A black hole of pleasure grew in my mind, sucking up any thoughts or worries, leaving behind ever-expanding bliss.
“Look so fuckin’ pretty taken my cock,” King grunted into my ear. “Look even better comin’ all around it.”
His hand went from my thigh down to the tamed curls between my thighs. He pressed the heel of his palm against the skin there while two fingers rubbed hard, tight circles over my slippery clit.
“It’s not enough until I hurt you, is it, babe?” he crooned into my ear.
A flush erupted across my skin, turning my already flaming skin to ash. “Yes,” I whispered.
In the next second, he reared back onto his knees, lifting my hips high in the air so that I was on all fours. The second after that, his huge hand landed on my ass with a resounding thwack. I rocked forward from the impact of the punishing slaps and his brutal thrusts as he beat me with both of them simultaneously.
“Yes,” I hissed, fisting my hands in the sheets so I could slam back onto him.
I was so close to climaxing it set my teeth on edge.
All it took was King wrapping my hair around his fist like a leash and jarring me so I sat back down against his cock and he could thrust up into me, his lips on my ear growling, “Mine,” to finish me off.
Seconds later, he followed with a hoarse shout that may have been my favorite sound in the entire world.
We collapsed, his weight heavy and delicious on top of me.
“Better than any fantasy,” he muttered after a few minutes of recovery.
“You’re awfully sweet for a biker,” I teased him.
He rolled off me slightly to land a hard smack to my sore ass. “Did I or did I not just fuck you senseless while spankin’ that fine ass?”
I snorted. “Crude.”
“True.”
I turned my head lazily to find him smiling at me. I smiled back.
“Dad and H.R. are downstairs,” he reminded me. “Gotta get showered and ready for the day, babe. Got things to do.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe your dad and your sister know we just had sex,” I groaned into the mattress.
King’s hand slid from the top of my head to my tailbone in a languid show of possession. “Don’t mind they know I’m fuckin’ you.”
“You’re my freaking student,” I cried, rolling over so I could toss my hands dramatically into the air.
“Yeah,” he agreed easily.
“King,” I said, utterly exasperated with both of us. “What the fuck am I doing?”
“You’re livin’.”
“Does living mean feeling like you’re constantly on the edge of making the wrong decision?”
“Yeup.”
“Do you ever get used to that?”
King cupped my face, his thumb swiping across my cheekbone. “No, you don’t.”
I sighed gustily. “I think I need therapy.”
His smirk was small but tender, as if he thought I was a dork but an endearing one. “Surprised you don’t need it more, comin’ from a family like yours.”
“Yeah, that’s fair,” I said.
“Now, you gotta get showered so you and H.R. can start cookin’ that huge ass turkey your folks let behind.”
“And what are you and Zeus going to be doing while the women cook?” I asked with a raised brow. “This isn’t the fifties you know and I just spent the last eight years cooking dinner every night for William, with special family dinners every, single Sunday. Besides, I didn’t ask you and your family to stay. I appreciate you calling in the troops to help me, I really do, but it would be… I don’t know, super weird for us to all have Sunday family dinner together.”
King sat up, ignoring the way my mouth dropped open at the sight of his beautifully masculine naked chest. “Weirder than fuckin’ while they’re waitin’ on us downstairs? Weirder than the fact that my Dad’s pretending to date you to give you protection against your motherfuckin’ asshole of an ex? Weirder even than the fact that you just took my cock, a-fuckin’-gain and you fuckin’ love it more and more each time?”
“There’s no need to be crass,” I told him.
“There’s also no need to be a bitch for the sake of fuckin’ propriety. I’m into you in a big way, Cress, think I’ve made that pretty fuckin’ clear. What you also need to be clear on is this; I may be younger than you, I may be your student in the classroom, but here, with us and in real life, I’m a man who knows what he wants and takes it. No questions asked and definitely no regrets. That’s the kind of man I am. Now, I get that you don’t really know what kinda woman you are because you were tied like a puppet on strings for your ex and your parents. I get it. Doesn’t mean I’m going to stick around and put up with this bullshit. I’m not making excuses or apologies and I’m tired of yours. I’m not judgin’ you for your past but you keep judgin’ me for mine. You want this thing to work, you gotta make it work for you, Cress, and fast.”