Page 25 of Making the King

Too preoccupied with breathing and mentally talking myself into doing what needs to be done, I barely hear their conversation.

“Okay, we’ll patrol tonight,” Gunner says, though he doesn’t sound happy about it.

“For sure,” Gray adds.

After saying goodbye, they leave and I have a plan that I’m pretty sure will work.

While Rocco closes and locks the doors, I slowly move over to the bedroom. I turn to him and bat my eyelashes. “Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to be on my own in case he comes back.”

Despite the nod I get in return, I can feel his suspicion.

“Do we need to board up the window?” I ask as I suddenly remember hearing one shatter earlier.

“No, it wasn’t one of ours,” he says curtly.

I watch as he gets back into bed, and I quietly climb in and make myself comfortable. We don’t speak, we just lie there as a heavy silence stretches around us.

To keep my mind busy so I don’t fall asleep, I try to remember the tips my sister gave me on my wedding day. Too determined to never let it happen, I didn’t pay much attention back then. And now, I wish I had.

I smile as Rocco’s breathing deepens and eventually his snores echo in the quiet room. Game time.

As quietly as possible, I shimmy my leggings down and kick them off. Then I move around on the bed, testing to see how deeply Rocco’s sleeping. His snoring doesn’t change, which means he’s far gone. That’s good since we’re both sticking to our side of the bed, and I need to be much closer for what I have in mind.

Swallowing down my guilt, I move closer until our bodies touch. I cautiously lift the sheet, needing to get a better look at what I’m dealing with here. Unlike the men my sister had to fuck, Rocco doesn’t have a beer gut hiding his crotch, which makes it a lot easier.

I move my hand to his crotch, but when I connect with his dick, it’s soft. How the hell am I meant to make him hard and get his boxers off without waking him up?

Needing more time to form a new plan, I turn to my back and stare up at the dark ceiling like the answers to my problem are written there. They aren’t. And the more I think about it, the more impossible it seems.

As the room brightens and the sun shines through the windows, I realize I’m out of time. I can’t keep stalling. Throwing caution to the wind, I move back to my side and, once again, I reach for him. This time, he’s hard, and when I touch the bulge in his boxers, it jerks under my touch.

While dragging the sheet down, I keep my eyes on Rocco’s face, needing to make sure he’s still sleeping. Luckily for me, he doesn’t stir and his breathing stays the same.

Now that I can see his boxers more clearly, I notice they have a slit in them. I snake my hand into the gap, and gently ease his cock through.

Rocco’s dick is very different from the previous ones I’ve seen. It’s huge, and there’s a vein running along the length. The tip is angry looking and wet, something shines from the tip.

With jerky movements, I straddle Rocco and slide my panties to the side. I wrap my hand fully around his large cock, giving it a few strokes before I line the head up with my opening.

What I’m about to do is wrong on so many levels, and I wish there was another way. But having Mateo show up like that changes everything.

I can’t go back. There’s just no way.

Three!

Fuck, I don’t even know if he’ll fit…

Two!

I shouldn’t be doing this…

One!

I have to do it.

Needing to get it over with, I slam down and take him all the way inside me in one move.

Fuck!

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