The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3)

by Ada Scott

  Ryan moved backwards even further, kissing his way down my navel. His tongue swirled around my bellybutton, and I gave the most wide-smiled sigh any girl ever gave as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and panties.

  He pulled and I squirmed until he was off the bed and I was wearing nothing but mismatched bright green and pink knee-socks. I closed my legs modestly, and Ryan smirked in response as he dropped my clothes on the floor.

  There was nothing he hadn’t seen before, in close and intimate detail, but I knew he liked the hint of a chase. I also knew by now that every thrill I gave him would be paid back to me tenfold when he used all his expertise to pleasure me ways I couldn’t even imagine another man being capable of.

  “Please, officer, I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me go,” I said.

  “Anything?”

  Ryan undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing inch after inch of cock that was just throbbing its way to full-mast. The sight of it drove me wild every time, but tonight I wanted it more than ever.

  “Yes, sir,”

  “Well, I think tonight I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you sing. How about that?”

  Somehow I’d managed to rein in our lust after that first night, satisfying our needs in other ways before things boiled over and Ryan ended up fucking me again. There was some part of me that tried to justify it as a middle ground between my two lives.

  Maybe it was the way he’d worn that uniform tonight, or the way he laid out his plan for my sex just now, but I was so fucking wet for him that I convinced myself that the middle ground was a lie. The middle ground was a place where I didn’t stay within the rules of my old life, and I didn’t give myself or Ryan what we both really wanted in this life.

  Seeing him walk into the room earlier, all the close dancing, and especially seeing him here now, my body was preparing me to take every inch of that wonderful thick cock that he wanted to give me. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him now.

  “You think you can fuck me hard enough that I’ll sing?” I asked.

  Ryan slowly climbed back on the bed, roughly spread my knees and reclaimed the position an alpha male like him deserved. He leaned forward, putting his weight on one hand and grasping his hard shaft with the other.

  I could feel my labia kissing the tip of his cock when he locked eyes with me and made sure he had my full attention. I was panting excitedly through my mouth, but tried to calm down, waiting for the powerful thrust that would bring us together again the way I’d been denying myself for the last two months. It never came.

  “Only if you beg for it,” he said in a harsh whisper.

  Sarina

  I pushed myself down as low as the handcuffs would allow, but Ryan moved with me, keeping ultimate ecstasy poised just at my entrance. With a quiet whimper, I admitted defeat.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  I bit my lip. “Please… please…”

  “Say it, Sarina.”

  “Please… fuck me.”

  Ryan pushed his hips forward, not hard enough to thrust his thick cock inside me, but enough that I gasped at the wondrous pressure.

  “Make me believe it.”

  “Please fuck me!” I said, fueled by the tantalizing closeness of what I wanted.

  “You’re mine, Sarina. Tell me to fuck you hard.”

  “Yes!”

  “Yes, what?”

  Ryan rubbed his cock upwards across my clit, and I let out a high-pitched yelp in response as a jolt of bliss hit me. My brow knitted together, looking at the masculine perfection above me, all those muscles poised to give me everything I wanted… all I had to do was beg for it.

  “Please! Please, sir! I’m yours, you can do anything you want to me! Fuck me hard, I need it!”

  Ryan smiled, and I felt that buildup of pressure at my entrance again. I smiled, sure that this time I would get what I wanted.

  “No. Not yet. I don’t think you’re ready for it.”

  I growled in disbelief and frustration as he pulled back again. “Fuck. Me!” I demanded.

  “That’s a good song but I want to taste you first, you little pop princess.”

  Ryan kept moving back until he was half off the bed again. He lowered his head between my legs, cupping my ass with both hands. I craned my neck down to watch him, and we locked eyes again as he planted a kiss on my pussy, followed by a little flick of his tongue that just barely dipped inside my honey pot.

  I bucked my hips, instinctively trying to grind myself against him, but I was already as far down as I could get and my efforts didn’t amount to much. Ryan had me at his complete mercy, he had the power to give and withhold pleasure as he saw fit. I couldn’t see the smile on his face, but the look in his eyes told me he was enjoying every second of that power.

  Ryan licked me, deeper and slower this time, gathering up the slippery juices that were flowing more freely the longer he teased me. He ended this lick with a kiss on my most sensitive spot, and I squealed quietly in response, my thighs twitching to briefly hug his head.

  The handcuffs rattled noisily as Ryan painstakingly explored my folds with his lips and his tongue, occasionally flicking my clit to give me a hint of the pleasure to come. Ryan made appreciative sounds and I laid my head on the pillow again, letting my eyes roll back for a moment.

  His rough stubble sometimes touched my delicate skin and stood in stark contrast to the otherwise soft and wet attention he was giving me. It framed his kisses, it complemented his licks, and it all drove me halfway to the nuthouse with desire.

  Without letting up his assault on my sex, Ryan ran his hands along my thighs until they met my knees. He pushed my legs upwards and outwards. My ass raised off the bed and my pussy lips parted slightly as he stretched me out, licking me deeper still.

  It was still a crazy feeling, even aside from the conflict with what my job was supposed to be, being in such an exposed and vulnerable position with a man. My body was laid bare before him, a captive playground for his pleasure if he wanted, but he was devoting himself to indulging my needs, even if I had begged for the grand finale first.

  His hands moved back up my legs until he curled one arm around my hips, as if holding me in place. I moaned as his tongue flicked back and forth across my clit, and I felt a fingertip at the entrance to my sex.

  Slowly, he inserted that finger inside me, and although I bucked my hips again, he stayed right with me thanks to his grip. My pussy squeezed his finger, already seeming like a tight fit, even though I remembered just how much thicker and longer his cock had felt when he took my virginity.

  I thrashed my head from side to side as the pace of his tongue quickened. The rattling of the handcuffs, my moaning and Ryan’s primal growls all merged into one under the growing hum in my ears. His finger moved in a ‘come here’ motion that rubbed against the front wall of my vagina, touching some place that reminded me a lot of the spot he’d found on my neck, and I reacted similarly.

  His finger seemed to stoke a fire in my belly, and the heat pulsed back to my clit. Every fizz and spark of that fuse was pure bliss, and Ryan was going to make me explode again if he would only keep doing what he was doing for a few more seconds.

  As if he’d abused his power enough already, Ryan didn’t let up. When the fuse burned down, I shut my eyes and screamed my pleasure. My first boyfriend was latched on to me, his finger inside me, and he made sure he eked out every last scrap of ecstasy my climax had in it.

  I twisted from side to side, and the handcuffs pulled at my wrists almost painfully. My nipples ached too, but the borderline pain only seemed to prolong my ecstasy, it was all part of the mind-blowing package.

  It felt like my entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat when Ryan moved himself over my heaving chest again. His eyes scanned me up and down, that alpha-predator smile on his face again.

  “You’ve got a good singing voice, you sexy fucking bitch, let’s see what ot
her songs you know.”

  With that, he brought the tip of his cock to my entrance again, but this time there was no tease. I was soaking wet, and after stroking the head up and down like a paintbrush a couple of times, coating himself in my natural lubricants, he slammed his cock home into my depths in one hard stroke.

  My entire body shook with the impact, the sudden flare of sensation reigniting the tail end of my orgasm and making me moan loudly. I may not have been a virgin anymore, but I’d held out for so long since our first time that it almost felt like it.

  Ryan’s cock felt positively huge inside of me, and he wasn’t holding back even a little bit. With long, powerful, strokes, he fucked me hard, just like I’d begged him to.

  Unleashing on me whatever raw male energy had been pent up over the past couple of months that I’d been unable to quench with my hands and mouth, Ryan hammered my body with almost superhuman power. Every muscle stood out, straining in the effort to fuck a near-virgin girl like the slut his dirty talk had labelled me.

  His balls slapped on my ass like firecrackers going off under a pillow, and I squirmed as he impaled me over and over again. I didn’t know how I was surviving this, the sensations were so extreme that the line between pleasure and pain was a distant memory.

  All I knew was that something had to give. He was either going to break me or I was going to scream the house down with my second orgasm in quick succession, but there was no guarantee on which side I was going to fall.

  “Fuck that’s a hot pussy,” he grunted, pulling my legs up over his shoulders.

  Just when I felt the tide turning away from pain, Ryan reached under one leg and lifted it up and passed it in front of his body to the other side, pulling himself out of my depths. I heard myself demanding that he not stop, and I could hardly believe the lust and desperation in my voice.

  Thankfully, he wasn’t stopping for a drinks break. He slipped his hand under my hip and pulled, flipping me over on to my stomach.

  The handcuffs twisted around the headboard, pulling my wrists a little tighter, and Ryan straddled me. Before I knew it, his cock was inside me again.

  For the first few strokes, his hard dick felt cool from having been in the air, but that soon passed as he resumed his powerful rhythm. My whole body shook with his rough sex, making my nipples rub against my sheets and providing no small measure of satisfaction in the process.

  Ryan leaned forward and curled his arms around me, making sure I stayed exactly where he wanted me instead of getting fucked up against the headboard. With this new grip, he found some kind of miraculous higher gear, and I had no choice but to bury my face into my pillow to scream affirmatives as the blur of cock suddenly pushed me over another precipice of ecstasy.

  My pussy clenched around his cock, as it had with his finger, though with the girth of his rod it was a much more uneven match for my inexperienced sex. Still, even through the haze of my orgasm, I could hear Ryan let out a primal growl as his seed splashed hot and deep inside me.

  I could feel waves of pleasurable spasms running through my body, and I turned my head from the pillow to gasp for air and sigh contentedly. For the first time since entering me, I felt Ryan lose his rhythm as his thrusts became more sporadic, and every deep stroke was punctuated by a thick jet of semen claiming my depths as his and his alone once more.

  Ryan gently nuzzled the surprise erogenous zone behind my ear, as we basked in the afterglow and I lost all track of time. It was entirely possible that I floated on that cloud for hours, with nothing but his hot breath and lips on my skin, his still-hard cock still firmly inside me, and a mind blissfully distracted from any guilt.

  Ryan

  The first tendril of reality to snake its way into my consciousness was the smell of Sarina’s hair. It enticed me towards the light like the scent of heaven itself.

  Before I even opened my eyes, I took a moment to inhale deeply and take note of the way we were utterly entangled with each other. Her single bed didn’t allow for much spreading out but, even if it had, I would have wanted to wake up like this anyway.

  Her head was resting on my shoulder with that arm wrapped around her tightly. My lips were touching her forehead, which explained why the aroma of the shampoo she’d used last night when we showered was coming through so clearly.

  She was turned towards me, and had her leg and arm draped over my body. The pussy she’d shared with me alone was resting against my thigh, just below my hip, and her breasts pressed against the side of my torso. My hand was resting on that smooth thigh of hers, almost as impossible to resist stroking as it was for those ancient sailors to resist the call of the sirens.

  Tentatively, I opened my eyes and pulled my head back to see that Sarina’s face was turned up to mine. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was in the slow rhythm of a peaceful sleep.

  I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes and bring her beautiful features into focus. To tell the truth, “beautiful” was too ugly a word to describe her.

  She was, in fact, so stunning that looking at her made me ache, not only with the need to fuck her, but the need to simply be as near to her as I could be. Giovanni Acardi had complained about how I was being paid a king’s ransom every month, but all those wads of cash were worthless by comparison to the treasure in my arms right now.

  Slowly, I lifted my hand off her thigh, trying not to disturb that slumber with any sudden movements. She’d wake up soon, no doubt, but in the meantime I wanted to revel in this perfect little moment. It was the kind of calm bubble in an otherwise fucking crazy life that I could tell I’d want to remember forever.

  Freeing my hand from the blanket, I gently brushed a strand of hair away from Sarina’s face and tucked it behind her ear. Silky smooth, I remembered how I’d thought her hair looked like liquid in the club on the first night and touching it now did nothing to dispel that notion.

  I stroked her hair again, and Sarina’s breathing broke rhythm in the form of a deep breath that puffed out of her nose on to my chest, before resuming its previous pattern. What did I do to deserve a girl like her dropping into my life?

  As I stroked her hair, there was no answer to that question that I could think of. I hadn’t expected it, hadn’t ever really thought about it before, but there was something between Sarina and I that was already more true and tangible than my ever-growing stranglehold on the Acardi empire.

  That was a fucking terrifying thought, because it meant that at some stage I was going to have to either rip my heart out and let her go or show her the real world underneath the gloss of Highston. My world.

  Then what? What if she wanted to stay with me despite everything? Could I bring this perfect princess through that world? Could I even go through it myself without her, knowing now that she was out there? Could I… turn my back on everything I’d been building?

  I shook my head in surprise at what my internal monologue had just blurted out. I’d worked so hard, put up with so much shit from the Acardis that the idea almost felt like it came from somebody else’s voice inside my own mind.

  Lucky for me, Sarina’s eyes were still closed. Those eyes of hers, they were the cherries on her seductive sundae, and the kind of sight that could make a man make some stupid decisions.

  As if on cue, her eyes fluttered open and looked at me dreamily, before clearing and locking with mine.

  “I love you,” I said.

  Oh fuck.

  Stupid fucking decisions like telling the truth. Sarina’s eyes widened and she looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.

  I was hit by the sudden certainty that I’d just ruined everything, but my stuttering backpedaling was drowned out and cut off by Sarina bursting into tears. She buried her face against my chest.

  “I love you too,” she said through the sobs.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I… I don’t know!” She looked up and smiled despite her tears. “I guess this is what I do!”

  We laughed and
she blushed and hid her face against me again. She was so pure and innocent, yet I’d seen that badass side of her too, she never ceased to surprise me.

  Using a combination of my chest and the heel of her hand, she gradually wiped her eyes clear and got herself under control. She was so quiet that I almost thought she might have fallen asleep again when she spoke quietly.

  “Nobody ever said that to me before. None of my foster parents. I thought I wasn’t worth it.”

  “You are.”

  No wonder she cried. How could a woman like her have slipped through the cracks like that? I’d only heard the words from one more person than Sarina had, but what a difference that person made. I’d heard them early, and often.

  I loved Sarina. It was a wonderful truth. But there were a few truly terrible truths she’d have to find out about if that love had any hope of surviving. Maybe today I could let her in on one of those truths and balance things up a bit.

  It was time. The more I thought about it, the more I desperately wanted to bring Sarina today. The thought of going alone made me tired. The thought of feeling tired made me feel guilty, but the idea of bringing Sarina made me feel like I’d be walking on two legs instead of one.

  “Hey, could you come somewhere with me today? It’s kind of important.”

  “Where?”

  “The “where” is easy… the “why” is a bit more complicated. Um… could you bear with me and just let me show you?”

  “Uh… well… yeah, I guess so. When do you wanna go?”

  “Right now.”

  Sarina raised an eyebrow, but then shrugged her shoulder. “OK, sure.”

  She sat up with a quiet groan, before reaching her arms towards the ceiling in a big stretch. I rubbed her back until she stood up, allowing me to get to my feet as well.