Whatever he was going to say was lost in a slow, seductive moan as I slowly jacked him off, tightening my grip as I stroked him, teasing him with my hand. Swirling the warm fluid of his pre-cum around the head of his dick, I smiled as his breathing continued to grow more ragged. As much as I loved touching him, though, I wanted more. Much, much more.
Dropping down to my knees, I slid his pants down to his ankles as I went. My hand remained on his shaft and now I was eye-level. I tightened my grip and licked my lips in anticipation as I looked at the beauty before me. He was so perfect, so long and so thick. His cock felt perfectly natural in my hands, as if they had been molded precisely for his perfectly beautiful dick.
My body quivered as I stroked him, looking him in the eye as I did, eager to feel every inch of him sliding into me. I knew exactly how amazing it felt to have him inside of me. He looked down at me with an unrestrained hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips and I could see the anticipation on his face. He was waiting, begging me with his eyes to take him into my mouth.
Staring up at him, with his cock in my hands, I gave him a sultry smile as I took just the head of his shaft between my lips, sucking at the delicious pre-cum as I watched his eyes flutter. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the underside. King moaned and grabbed my head, entangling his fingers in my hair as I felt his body stiffen. And as I slid my mouth down the length of his shaft, I felt his hand tighten their grip in my hair, pulling it. The mixture of that brief flash of pain with the pleasure I was feeling drove me crazy and got me incredibly wet.
Sucking and licking, King used his hands to help guide my head up and down on him. He kept repeating my name softly over and over again as I licked up one side of his shaft and down the other. I cupped his balls, gently squeezing them as I took him all the way into my mouth, savoring his delicious juices and enjoying every second of feeling him in my mouth. I loved the way he looked at me, with so much lust in his eyes, as he pulled on my hair. I felt myself growing hotter and wetter as his body jerked and spasmed while I sucked him off. The sun behind us was setting now, and it was beautiful. Soon we'd be encapsulated by darkness.
King pulled on my hair, yanking me to my feet. I let out a soft yelp of pain, but felt myself growing even wetter and more eager to have that amazing cock deep inside of me.
“You can't finish me like that.”
“Like hell I can't,” I said, giving him a teasing grin.
His lips curled back into a smile. “Okay, yes, you could. I'm sure you could have done it five minutes ago if you'd wanted to. But I'm not going to let you.”
Before I could say anything else, King turned me around, pressing me against the tree with his hands still holding tight to my hair. The roughness of the tree bark bit into my skin but only seemed to heighten the sensations coursing through my body. I was on fire and my body was humming with what felt like a powerful electrical current in eager anticipation of having him inside of me.
King's hands were rough on my thighs as he pushed my skirt up and slid my panties down to the ground. I felt my breath catch and a soft moan pass my lips as he rubbed that glorious cock over my opening, bending me forward against the tree to get just the right angle. The musky, earth scent of the tree and the surrounding land was heady, and the feeling of King's beautiful cock sliding against my wet and quivering pussy was intoxicating.
I pushed my body back against his, desperate to feel him inside of me. I was soaking wet and I knew he felt my own juices covering the head of his cock. I reached around and tried to grab his dick, tried to force him to slide it inside of me, but he pulled back and let out a soft chuckle. King did things on his own terms.
“Please,” I begged him. “Please fuck me.”
King's body stiffened and he let out a soft groan as he grabbed me by the hips and plunged deep into me. The sheer girth of his cock spread me open and felt like it was stretching my pussy beyond capacity. But it felt so fucking good. I spasmed against him, letting out a scream of pleasure as finally, I got what I wanted. I was giving my body exactly what it needed and it felt so good. So satisfying. So amazing.
King grunted as he buried himself inside of my tight, wet pussy. Shuddering against me, it took us both a few seconds to get used to our bodies being entwined. The pleasure was almost too much for me and, for a moment, I thought I might cum just from the feeling of him entering me.
My body was reeling with pleasure and my mind was spinning as he slid in and out of me. But once he started fucking me for real, sliding himself out of me before slamming his cock back inside, I found myself screaming and crying out for him in ways I never had for any man. He was so deep inside of me that my body felt like it was going to explode into a million little pieces.
My hands gripped the bark of the tree as he dug his nails into the flesh of my hips and ass as he pounded himself into me. His breathing was ragged and his grip on my body was so tight, it felt like he was drawing blood in the process. He held onto my ass, holding me in place, as he fucked me from behind, burying himself deeper and deeper inside of my pussy with every thrust.
It didn't take long for the pleasure to take hold of my body, to make my knees go weak. Luckily King had hold of me so I didn't fall, but my body shuddered against his grip as my orgasm bubbled up inside of me, roaring toward the surface. And as I crested over the peak, I let out a scream that I heard echoing through the cemetery. I clutched at the tree to keep myself from falling as pleasure exploded through me, starting low, but working through my entire body with the speed of light.
“Oh God, King – ” I cried out before my mind grew numb and my words became unintelligible.
King kept up the pace, grunting and groaning as he continued pounding himself into me, but I could tell he was close, too. His legs were shaking. I could feel his grip on my body slipping and his breathing speeding up as he fought to fuck me harder and harder through my orgasm, doing his best to make my pleasure last as long as humanly possible. And trust me, it lasted for a while. The waves of pleasure rolled through me like an endless tide.
Before my climax ended, King slowed his pace, thrusting in as deep as he could and held me there, for a moment. His breathing changed and he let out a low groan. I knew he was spilling his seed inside of me in that moment. He grunted as he thrust inside of me once more, trying to slide himself deeper, but the way his body quivered and shook told me he had cum.
King wanted more and made sounds of desperation as he growled and clawed at my body, burying himself inside of me, trying to hold on to the sensations that had been rocking us. I thrust myself backward, pressing myself against him, causing him to let out a grunt of pleasure as I somehow managed to slip him in just a little deeper, sheathing him inside of my body, clenching my muscles around his cock and enjoying every second of his orgasm as another one took hold of my body, as well.
“Fuck that was awesome,” King grunted, his voice coming out breathy and labored. “You are amazing.”
He slipped out of me, his deflated cock sliding out easily as his cum ran down my legs. The feeling of his warm juices gushing out of me turned me on so much. My pussy was raw and ached ever so slightly, but it was a pleasant ache. The type of ache that would remind me, along with the semen that would stain my panties after I put them back on, of what we'd just done.
And trust me, I never, ever wanted to forget this feeling.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
KING
Abbie was creeping in and taking hold of my mind like no one had done before. I often found myself dreaming of her when I slept – I imagined her wide smile and a look of intense pleasure on her face as I fucked her. I'd be out and about and catch a whiff of something that reminded me of her shampoo and suddenly be lost in another fantasy. My head was filled with thoughts and images of her and I couldn't seem to stop any of them from coming – not even when I tried to block out all thoughts of her.
I was distracted, which was not good at all. Not just for me – I wasn't
looking to settle down necessarily – but also for the gang. They needed me to be at my best, to keep them safe. Abbie needed that, too. Somehow, some way, I'd need to keep her out of my business with the Incas. I couldn't put her in danger, no matter what.
Of all times to become infatuated with a woman, this was not it. But it wasn't something I could control, or trust me, I would have. At least for a little while. The feeling was too nice to throw away completely, but I needed to keep Abbie safe.
The bigger problem was that Abbie no longer seemed to care about how terrible we were for each other. And it was that change in her attitude, that openness to maybe starting something with me that had my head even more in the clouds than before.
I was working on my bike late one night at the workshop while the rest of the guys were out on a ride. My bike needed some repairs and maintenance before I could go out again, or I'd have been with them. One of the things I liked best about my bike was the freedom I felt when I was out on the open road. I loved feeling the sun beating down on me, the wind in my face, and the feeling of knowing that I could just keep riding. But at the moment, I was alone at the workshop, covered in oil and grime as I sat beside my Harley, a wrench in my hand, when I heard footsteps.
I froze in place and held my breath as I listened. My first thought was that the Incas were trying to sneak in here and that I might be in trouble. But then I realized that they weren't normal footsteps – they were the footsteps of a woman wearing high heels. Relief immediately coursed through me knowing that I wasn't likely going to get a bullet in the head.
Glancing around my bike, I saw her standing there in a super short skirt, thigh high pantyhose and black stiletto heels. From where I was sitting, I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties because I got the view of a lifetime.
“Damn, girl.” I whistled, admiring the view. “And here I thought my evening was going to be boring.”
“Busy?” she asked me, smiling down at me as she twirled a few strands of her brunette hair.
“Not really,” I said, standing up and tossing the wrench into my toolbox. Wiping my hands on my pants, I smiled back at her. “Never too busy for you, at least.”
“Good,” she said, glancing around the workshop before giving me a devious little grin. “You alone tonight?”
“Yeah, the guys are on a ride. I had to do some work on my bike or I'd be out there with them. Looks like it was a lucky break for me.”
She nodded her head, biting her lip as she looked up at me. Since the day at the cemetery, Abbie had come out of her shell with me completely. She seemed like a totally different person – one who didn't seem to care about who or what I was. She seemed to have left all of her reservations and trepidation about me behind her. She was all over me these days and, hell, I wasn't complaining about that.
“Nothing serious, I hope?”
It took me a second to figure out she was talking about my bike. I was so completely transfixed on her as she walked around the other side of my bike, that I was apparently having trouble with simple comprehension. I watched as she ran her fingertips up the seat of my bike and then subtly, but very suggestively, stroked the handlebars, watching me carefully the whole time. When she saw the hunger I knew was in my eyes and on my face, she licked her lips and smiled.
“Nah, not at all,” I said and cleared my throat. “Nothing I can't handle, anyway.”
“There's not much you can't handle, King,” she said, her voice coming out in a soft purr. “You just seem to have a natural way with your hands, don't you?”
This wasn't the same Abbie that I'd first met. This wasn't the girl who'd come down from her apartment to yell at us in the parking lot for being too loud. It was like I was staring at a whole different woman. Like some darkly sexual twin sister. Yet, she still had that fire that had originally drawn me. It was the Abbie I had first been attracted to and as much as I liked and wanted that original side, I was finding I desired this side of her just as much.
She leaned over the seat of my bike, her ass in the air, showcasing the low cut of her shirt and the perky cleavage barely hidden underneath it, locking eyes with me the entire time. If she was trying to drive me crazy, she was doing a damn fine job of it. Just from looking at the way she was dressed to the sexy little ways she was teasing me, Abbie had me hard as a rock already. There was no way I was going to admit it, but her little show was giving me a serious case of blue balls.
Closing the distance between us, I reached my hands up to take hold of those beautiful breasts, but she stopped me with a finger to my chest. “Uh uh,” she purred. “You're not going to get all that greasy stuff on my clothes. You go shower first and then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you touch me. If you're a good little boy.”
I cocked my head and looked at her. “Seriously?”
She arched and eyebrow and gave me a seductive smile. “Seriously,” she said. “Run along now, clean yourself up.”
I didn't think I'd ever showered so quickly in my life. I had to ignore her laughter as I'd grabbed my bag and literally ran into the clubhouse, stripping off my clothes as I went. Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I turned on the water and without even bothering to wait for it to warm up, had jumped inside. Big mistake. I let out a surprised gasp when the freezing cold water hit my body.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered to myself.
Slowly, the water warmed up and thawed me out. Thankfully. I looked back at the door, half expecting to see Abbie coming in to join me. But she never came. So, I quickly washed my hair, my face, and my body, taking care to clean off all the grease and grime from working in the shop. If Abbie wanted me sparkling clean, she was going to get me sparkling clean.
And then, if I had my way, we were going to get extremely dirty.
I finished washing, dried myself off, and threw on some clothes I had in my bag – jeans and a black t-shirt. And when I came back out to the shop, I found Abbie leaning over my bike, showcasing her amazing tits in that low cut top for me. She smiled when she saw me and stood up.
“That's a good boy,” she said.
She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me over to her. I eagerly closed the distance and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply and passionately. My hands found her breasts at just about the same time my mouth found her lips, and we were kissing hard and fast.
The way she ground her body against mine and made small sounds of pleasure, I knew this was exactly what she wanted, but she probably didn't want it out there. Not in the shop, anyway. Not when the guys could come back at any time. But that didn't concern me the most. The workshop was no place for a lady, not with all of the grease, grime, and porn magazines scattered all over the benches. And as I was learning, Abbie was a few different things, but above them all, she was a lady.
“Follow me,” I growled.
“Yes, sir,” Abbie said, winking at me playfully. “Anything you say.”
I had an office right off the workshop – a private office. One without grease all over the floor and tools on every surface. I took Abbie in, closing the door behind us – and locked it, just in case. She strolled over to my desk and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her legs and showing off the tops of her thigh highs. The smile on her face was sultry, the expression on her face was just begging for it, but she played sweet and innocent.
I stood there and watched her, unable to comprehend if all of this was actually real or just a fantasy I was playing out in my head.
“So tell me, boss,” she teased, licking her lips and running her hands across her breasts. “What is it you'd like me to do first?”
Walking toward her, I ran my finger over her bottom-up shirt, popping the first button, then the next. “I think you know what I want you to do, Abbie.”
“Tell me, King,” she said softly. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you desire.”
Abbie kissed my neck, and slid her hands down, lifting my shirt up over my head. The way her fingernails scratched at my chest and sides as she
removed my shirt sent shivers down my spine and an explosion of sensation through my entire body.
“Bend over,” I growled in her ear. “And lift that pretty little skirt up.”
Abbie grinned, pushing me away playfully as she climbed off the desk. Looking at me over her shoulder and licking her lips, she turned around and gave her hips a little shimmy as she lifted her skirt and bent over the desk. Still looking at me, she smiled at me with her ass in the air and the short skirt pulled up around her waist, exposing every beautiful piece of her skin to me.
Feeling my pulse quicken and my cock straining against my jeans almost painfully, I sucked in a breath as I looked at her. Abbie's tight little ass was pale, perfect and just begging to be smacked. Gently, almost too gently, I smacked her ass. Abbie looked back at me with an arched eyebrow, as if she was mocking me for pulling my punch. The look on her face begged for more.
“Please, King,” her voice was breathy and full of longing. “Harder.”
Reaching my hand back, I cut loose and smacked that pale, perfect ass harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her otherwise pale as snow skin. She groaned in pleasure as my hand connected with her ass with a loud pop. Her eyes closed and her lips curled upward, she was obviously enjoying the sensation.
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