Unable to take it slow any more, I cupped both hands over my breasts under my shirt, pinched my nipples hard, but not as hard as King could and therefore not hard enough, then lifted it over my head.
I unclipped the delicate black lace bra at my back and tipped forward to let it slide down my arms, slowly revealing my small, plump breasts to his hungry eyes. He licked his lips and I licked mine in an echo.
“Show me your cunt.”
I shoved my tight jeans down my hips like they were on fire but took my time standing up to reveal my panty-clad pussy. King growled at the sight of the tiny black g-string covering my newly waxed sex. Teasing him, I hooked my thumb under each thin strap at my hips and wiggled them back and forth.
“Off,” he barked, jack-knifing off the bed.
I watched, paralyzed, like something soft and sweet—a rabbit cornered by a big, sleek wolf. His teeth were bared, his gait a slow roll of powerful muscles shifting and clenching in delicious unison. Fear lodged in my throat, made me want to cry out and run from the creature that stalked me. So I did. I turned tail and raced for the door.
King caught me just as my hand closed over the knob. He pressed me hard against the door, his hard body pressed flush against mine, his denim-covered erection digging hard into my ass.
“Told you I got you,” he snarled softly into my ear. I thrashed hard against the door as he ran his tongue up my neck, nipped my earlobe between his teeth and then, without warning, snatched the placket of my panties in his fist and tore them away from my body. “And I got you. You’re mine, little Queen. And I’m going to take everything from you.”
I tried to arch back against him but he kept my head pinned to the door by a hand in my hair. The other hooked three fingers into my pussy and kept me still. It was demeaning and sexy and I was already so close to coming that my legs were shaking almost violently.
“You want my cock, Cress?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I begged shamelessly as I tried to gyrate on the fingers inside me.
He tightened his grip in my hair so I hissed and went still. Then his thumb from hooked under the fingers already inside my pussy and pressed against my ass.
“Gonna take every part of you. Gonna fuck you every day, in each hole so that you’re always aching from my cock, so that the only thing that’ll ever bring you relief is my dick slidin’ back inside of you.”
His thumb circled then pressed just inside, repeating the pattern over and over until I writhed and panted against him.
“What do you want, my Queen? Where do you want me to put my big cock?”
“Anywhere,” I cried out desperately, getting irritated.
“Even in this tight ass? You sure I’ll fit?”
“God, I don’t care,” I snapped. “Please, for fuck’s sake, just take me.”
He chuckled darkly, then without warning, he thrust balls deep in my pussy.
I screamed loudly, convulsing instantly around the hard, brutal length of him. It hurt and soothed at the same time, took me to a place in my head that was dark and wicked and more addictive than any drug.
“That’s it, babe, come all over my cock and scream my name. Want everyone to know what a hot fuckin’ woman I got in my bed. How much she loves my cock.”
“Yes,” I shouted, in love with the idea. “Yes, King, please, fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
His hand clamped down harshly over my hip, drilling me down and back against his merciless thrusts. He pressed his sweaty forehead against my neck and took a large bite out of my shoulder as he thrust up, ground deep and ordered, “fuckin’ come for me.”
“King,” I sobbed as I broke apart around him.
My thoughts scattered to the ground, my body dissolved to dust so only the piston of his hips kept me upright against the door. I went slack and fought to remember more than just King’s name.
“Fuck, Cress,” I heard him growl through the roaring in my ears, then felt the hot rush of him cumming inside me.
“Fucking love you,” I told him minutes later when I had the breath to do so.
The hand still holding my hip spasmed as he burrowed his head in my neck and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my pulse. “Fuckin’ love you too.”
King hadn’t let me out from under his arm for the next three hours. He carted me from group to group as he made his rounds, seamlessly dropping into conversation that I was his girl, and even that we were practically living together. It made me blush the first ten to twelve times because even though he didn’t mention it to them, I knew they were aware that I was his teacher. If they cared, which they genuinely seemed not to, they didn’t show it. Everyone was nice to me, or at least, polite. When I asked Tayline about it at some point that evening, she’d explained that as King’s woman, I was bestowed with a special level of respect.