OUTLAW KING(40)

King had his right hand to my ribs. He had a firm grip. A commanding grip. A grip that said mine.

“I can’t make promises, sweetie,” King said. “I know that’s what you want. But if I make a promise that I can’t keep then I’m no better than that * that took a swing at you. I’m giving it to you straight, Linds. That’s the only way I’ve known how to do this. Straight. You know that. We’ve been on this roller coaster and I know you’re feeling sick. My stomach feels it. My heart feels it, sweetie. I spent hours in prison thinking about you. There were times when I’d get so angry. I’d tell myself that you were okay. That you met a nice guy. A good job. A house. Maybe even a family. But then I’d get enraged with anger. I’d get so f*cking mad thinking about it. Because that was supposed to be me. At the same time, if that was our fate, then so be it. I battled that shit every single day, Linds. Now I’m out. I got a chance to figure this thing out. To find truths that are lingering. To have a chance to make things right.”

“I don’t understand how it all works though,” I said. “How are you going to help this Anderson guy but not hurt the Reap? Same the other way. I’m scared for you, King. So scared for you.”

“And every second we waste worrying or being scared is a second wasted that we could be feeling something good for each other. Making memories. Making moments. Taking this time that we have in front of us.”

I groaned and kissed his chest. “I don’t like when you say things like that. I know you’re right. I just want it all fixed.”

“What do you want fixed?”

“Everything. I want Aunt Jane to never rush and marry Jim. I want you and I to have had that first summer and every summer after. I want your brother to not choose the path he did. I want you… maybe I want you with a normal job.”

King nodded. He touched my chin and leaned down to kiss me. “I love you for that. And I know if you had the capability you would go back and change everything. That means a lot to me. But here’s the harsh truth, sweetie. We can’t go back. We can only go forward. Right now, I’m staring into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve watched you turn from girl to woman. I’ve held you during your best times and your worst times. I’ve hurt you. You’ve hurt me. Yet we end up right here like this.”

“Naked?”

“Sure,” he said with a grin.

“That’s only because I love your cock.”

King raised an eyebrow. “Filthy mouth.”

I slithered up his body and kissed him. “I know you’re right. Thank you for telling me everything. It makes sense now. Should I be worried about this Anderson guy?”

“I don’t know. You’re going to keep close to me. I have to talk to Uncle Jakey and then the Reap will vote on our next move. Don’t worry about that shit though. Take advantage of right now. I’m here.”

“You’re here,” I whispered. “Really here.”

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I never leave.”

“I believe that.”

“Good girl,” King said with a sly grin.

I was tired but I knew we weren’t going to bed anytime soon.



KING STEPPED into the shower behind me. His left hand touched my belly. His right hand touched my lower back and he started to move down, cutting between my cheeks. My body shivered and I jumped when his finger pressed against a mostly forbidden area. That’s when his left hand slid down the front of my body. Two fingers gently touched my wet slit.

“Fucking mine,” King growled at me a second before his lips touched my neck.

I melted right there on the spot.

There was no better way to start the morning than that.

King’s two fingers dug into my *, his thumb resting against my clit. From behind I felt one of his thick fingers pressing, making me thrust forward against his fingers. When I pulled back, his finger was there against my hole, ever-so-softly starting to open me there.

The pressure and penetration was so f*cking intense.

It was perfect.

I reached back and grabbed at his legs, wanting to find his big cock to play with.

But King wouldn’t allow it. He pressed his body tight to mine. I could feel the steel girth of his shaft against my back, thickening with each passing second.

“All f*cking mine,” King said to me. “Say it to me, sweetie.”

“All f*cking yours,” I said with a groan. I leaned forward and put my hands to the wall. The shower water pounded against my back. My ass thrust back against his touch. He was a fingertip inside me from behind and two fingers deep in my *. “All f*cking yours, King.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” he said.

With that, his hands moved away from my holes and he gripped my hips tight. He pulled me right to him, letting me feel the engorged head of his cock as he teased it against my *. One good thrust forward and he was halfway inside me. I cried out, my voice bouncing off the shower tile.

It felt so f*cking good.

He thrust again, finishing the rest of his cock off, plowing deep inside me. He held there, staying steady, but he rocked my hips left to right, grinding me against him. My * ached and felt pulses of warm tingling pleasure that forced me to my toes. With just one thrust of his cock after the first one I was already on the verge of climax. No man should have that kind of power, but King did. My body was helpless to his touch. I was forever completely under his command and control.