OUTLAW KING(48)

The wind started to pick up.

King was with Knox, Slam, and Matteo. They all parted away and King stepped forward. I was right near the steps of the porch. My two friends - Amy and Becca - were calling for me, saying they had to get home before they got grounded. We weren’t allowed to be in the rain. I wasn’t even allowed out of the house. Aunt Jane fought with Jim to let me spend the afternoon at Amy’s house.

“Hey,” King said.

“Hey,” I said.

“I wish you could stay.”

“I can’t. I’m going to get into trouble.”

“I like trouble.”

“I know you do. What else do you like?”

King smirked. “You keep hearing shit, huh?”

“That’s why I’m here. I want to know the truth.”

King grabbed for my hand. “You know I like you, Linds. I like you a lot. Can I give you a call later?”

“Of course,” I said. “Do you have my number?”

He shook his head.

I gave King my phone number. I instantly started to figure out how to tell Aunt Jane that I needed her help so when King called I could actually talk to him.

King kept holding my hand and then reached with his other hand to his wrist. He rolled some black bracelet thing over to my wrist.

“You keep this,” he said to me.

I blushed, feeling stuff in my body I never felt before.

Jim would find the bracelet and throw it into the fireplace.

If the moment couldn’t get any better, King kissed me. He pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t my first kiss but it was the best kiss right up to that moment.

I backed up and ran down the porch steps and into the rain. I was soaked within seconds. I looked back as I ran with Amy and Becca. King stood on the porch, his arms crossed.

He was so cute.

He kissed good.

He made me feel things.

He would forever change my life.





37


*NOW*

(LINDSEY)

I BIT at my pillow and put my hands to the headboard. I tried to thrust back at King, but he was too powerful. He was in complete control, his beautiful cock slamming in and out of me. His hands holding my hips tight, keeping me right where he wanted me.

When I ran out of air to breathe I turned my head and let out a groan. I blew hair out of my face and tried to look back at King as best as I could. Seeing his sweaty and muscled body behind me was like a dream. But to feel the pleasure of his body against mine was proof of reality.

His hands eased their grip on my waist and pressed at my lower back, arching my back so my ass was higher in the air. My breasts pressed against the bed, my nipples hard and tender, rubbing against the sheets with the hard thrusts from King.

It was perfect. He was perfect.

He pulled away from my body with a grunt.

“Turn around, sweetie,” he said. “I want to look into your pretty eyes when I fill you with cum.”

How raunchy and romantic.

I turned over to my bed, spreading my legs, my inner thighs trembling and my sex throbbing. I looked at King’s massive glistening cock. Pointing straight at me with a slight hook up. Thick veins. Every part of his head and shaft so well defined. The most perfect cock I had ever seen and felt in my life.

King came right at me, his body touching mine. His rippling stomach against mine, the feel of his cock pressing against my *, opening me right back up as he welcomed himself home once again. Sinking deep with speed, his mouth lowering closer to mine.

The second we started to kiss it was like a bomb went off inside me.

I started to come, digging my heels into the bed, bucking my hips against his strength. He stayed right with me, f*cking harder, keeping himself so impossibly deep.

I had to break the kiss and put my head back, screaming out into the bedroom.

King’s tongue slithered along my neck and down my chest. He engulfed my left breast with ease, sucking hard, making me shiver and cry out again. When he pulled his mouth away he did so with an aggressive growl. He was possessive and I loved it. I loved being all of his.

My body shook with fury and the mattress cried out almost as loud as me.

“Fuck, sweetie, you’re so good,” he said.

I managed to peel my hands away from the sheets and grab for his back. I sank my nails deep into his skin, scratching at him, pulling myself up so our bodies were touching again. With one arm, he wrapped it around my back and held me tight as he f*cked me faster.

“Yes, King, yes,” I groaned as I bit at his shoulder. “Keep going. Please… keep going…”

The feeling and sound of our sex was something I’d never forget. Time has taught how to take care of each other, although King had always been a master at it from day one. From the first time he slipped his big hand down the front of my panties and touched me, it was electric. He knew how to make me come before I understood what that actually meant.

And he was still making me come.

My * throbbed again, my ass flexing and shivering as my body tried to comprehend how in the f*ck I could be having another orgasm. Fuck any kind of cardio workout in the world, this was the best. An hour with King… two times a day… and that was all the exercise you’d ever need.

My legs started to tingle and I felt like I was going limp. I groaned each time his cock pounded forward, splashing my wetness between my legs and between his legs. I tried to scratch at him again but my arms suddenly felt rubbery and weak. I dropped back but King kept holding me. He gently put me back down on the bed. He pulled up to his knees and his hands ran down my body. His fingertips touching all the right spots until his hands took their firm grip on my hips.