Page 49 of Making the King

Rocco chuckles and looks at me. Shit, the lust in his eyes is almost too much.

“Not good enough, Killer. I want to hear you say what you want. Or better yet, demand it.”

I clear my throat and swallow thickly. “I want you to touch my p-pussy. Use your finger to rub my clit while you fuck me with your cock.”

Fuck me, I didn’t know if I’d be able to get the words out. But there they are, hanging between us. I said it, despite my voice wavering.

“Fuck!” Rocco growls. Then he closes the distance between us. “Do you still not care if people can see us?”

I bite down on my bottom lip and shake my head. “Not at all.”

Until her marriage, my sister didn’t have sex behind closed doors so it’s never been an expectation for me. And that aside, I want the horny Diamonds—especially Mindy—to see me please Rocco. They need to know once and for all that he’s taken.

“Are you wet enough for me?” Rocco asks as he steps between my spread legs, and I nod. “I’m trusting you, Killer. Remember, it’ll hurt us both if you’re not.”

Yeah, I don’t need a reminder.

“I’m wet for you,” I whisper.

Rocco growls. “Good. I’m going to fuck you now.” I pant as he lines the head of his cock against my entrance. “Hold on to my arms, Killer.”

I place my hands on his arms at the same time as he moves his to my hips, and when he roughly thrusts into me, I dig my nails into his skin for better leverage.

“Rocco,” I cry out as he pounds into me. “It feels so good.”

My tits jiggle with the force from Rocco’s fucking, and my pussy clenches around him as my orgasm builds.

“Cara,” Rocco growls, and my name sounds absolutely sinful on his lips.

Rocco bends, fusing his lips to mine. My eyes flutter closed as his tongue slides into my mouth, and I can’t help grazing the organ with my teeth, which elicits a rumble from him.

I break the kiss and look up into his eyes. “Touch my tits,” I demand, feeling brazen.

He stills between my legs, and I’m just about to ask if what I did was wrong. But then he rasps, “Lean back on your arms.”

Once again, I do as he says. Moving my arms behind me so I can rest on them as I lower myself. “Like this?” I question.

Rocco groans in approval. “Just like that, Killer.”

As he thrusts into me again, he captures my nipple between his teeth while palming both my tits. I cry out, and I think I call his name as pleasure shoots through my veins.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

My cunt squeezes his cock so tight I know I’m hovering on the precipice, ready to fall with the next few thrusts.

Rocco picks up his pace, slamming into me so hard the desk moves with each piston of his hips. I wrap my legs around him, and push my heels into his hard ass in an attempt to get him deeper inside me.

Just as my orgasm crests, I sense eyes on me, and I look toward the window. On the other side of the glass is Mindy, the home wrecking bitch who tried to tell me I wasn’t enough for Rocco. If I wasn’t in the middle of the ultimate pleasure, I’d flip her off. But instead, I shoot her a shit-eating grin.

Take that, bitch!

My nipple falls from Rocco’s mouth with a pop. “Fuck. Killer. I’m going to… I—” Rocco’s words turn into a guttural groan as he slams into me once more.

I feel him spilling his hot seed into my pussy, that’s still holding him in a vise.

“That’s it, mi rey,” I moan.

Feeling too boneless to hold myself up any longer I move my hands to his broad shoulders as I lie all the way down on the desk. Slowly, I slide my hands around his neck and pull him toward me.

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