Page 67 of Making the King

“Fuck!”

This time it isn’t pain edged into his features, but pure, barely contained lust.

“Keep going,” he rasps, and I do.

I press my finger against the opening until the tip slides inside. When I gag on his cock at the same time, he tangles his fingers into my hair, something it must have taken all his self-control not to do until now.

Tightening his grip on my strands, he begins to fuck my mouth while I slowly slide my finger further into his ass.

“Killer,” he growls. “That feels so fucking good.”

The admission causes my pussy to throb, and even though this is about him, I wish he was touching me.

I time the thrusts of my finger with his fucking my mouth, and it doesn’t take long before he growls out my name and forces his cock all the way to the back of my throat. As I curl the finger in his ass, he lets out a groaned string of curses and throws his head back.

“Yes. Fuck. Cara… so fucking good…” With a throaty groan, he pulls out of my mouth. “But I want to shoot my load deep inside your cunt.”

The promise of what’s to come has me moaning as I ease my finger out of him.

As I try to stand, Rocco grabs my arm and hauls me up against him. Without a word, he claims my lips. His tongue slides into my mouth, warring with mine.

I’m painfully aware of his hard cock between us, so I shimmy a little, trying to get it angled against my pussy.

Rocco chuckles. “Do you want something, Killer?” he taunts. “Because if you want something, you have to ask for it.”

He spins me around so my back is against his chest. I feel his dick nudging against my drenched opening, and I push back against him, but he retreats with a tisk.

“Fuck me,” I hiss. Rocco brings his thumb to my clit, circling the needy bud until I’m panting with need. “Please.”

“Anything for you,” he rasps.

He pushes the tip inside my opening, but instead of slamming all the way inside me, he eases his way. It’s infuriatingly slow, and I’m quickly losing patience.

“Fucking do it already,” I gripe. “I need you inside me, mi rey.”

The endearment which is the same as his last name falls from my lips before I can stop it, but when he finally sheathes himself inside me I’m glad I didn’t.

Rocco withdraws almost completely before slamming all the way inside me, fucking me hard while his hands are on my hips in a bruising hold. It’s so delicious my eyes flutter closed as pleasure unfurls inside me.

Remembering why we’re out here, I force my eyes open, and deliberately look at the tiled floor. Nope, can’t do it. I clench my teeth together as my legs begin to shake. It’s not from pleasure, but fear.

Is this how Rocco felt when I pushed my finger against his ass? If so, he’s a lot stronger than I am, because I’m ready to beg him to carry me out of here.

“Come back to me,” Rocco rasps as he moves his hands from my hips to my tits. “Focus on my cock inside you. Can you feel it stretching you?”

I moan. “Yes.”

“And feel the way I’m hitting your G-spot?”

How the hell does he know?

“M-maybe… I think so.”

Without warning, Rocco pulls me back up and spins me around so we’re chest to chest. My nipples rub against his chest with every inhale, and the coarse hair creates a delectable friction.

“Look at me, Killer,” he demands on a rasp. “We took care of my trauma, so look at me while I fuck yours out of you.”

I want to retort that I don’t think it’s that simple, but I press my lips into a thin line instead.

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