Page 71 of Brutal King

Kobe laughed, “Do you believe this? He’s into MMA fighting. He lives out here in Las Vegas and is a MMA fighter.”

“Wow,” I said. “His face is so pretty. How can he subject himself to risking it getting beaten up?”

“That’s the thing, Kat. Caleb is so good. So far, he’s won all of his fights so he haven’t had to worry about getting his handsome face busted. And you should see how he fight. Like he’s angry at the world. I don’t blame him.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Caleb grew up outside of the family. In fact, he was raised by a foster family in Vegas.”

“What?” I exclaimed.

“I didn’t tell you this before, but part of the reason why Axel and I are the way we are is because we had some trauma when we were really young. It happened right when Caleb was born. But that’s another story altogether. One that only Caleb can tell.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. “What family did I just married into?” I joked.

“An interesting one,” Kobe said, nudging his nose against my ear before lightly biting it. “And one where the males are hot and heavy for their women like I am now for you.” He covered my mouth with his before I can ask any more questions. His fingers reached down to his favorite area on my body and began working me up.

“I can never get tired of this,” I said.

“Tired? Not the reaction I was looking for,” Kobe said, he smiled and said, “I’ve brought some things to spice things up.”

He opened a bag and grinned. “I heard these tools can be used in the kitchen and the bedroom. I’d love to try them out on you.”

I looked and laughed. Chopsticks, spatulas, a silicone brush, olive oil. Whipped cream.

“What are you whipping up, Chef?” I asked.

“A lot of pleasure, babe,” Kobe said, slathering the oil all over my body and lingering his fingers over the tips of my nipples.

“Oh,” I moaned. “I like that.”

Kobe replaced his fingers with the silicone brush on my nipples then moved it to my core, brushing up and down has his fingers entered me. “Oh my God,” I moaned. “Kobe, fuck me now. Now!”

“As you wish, Mrs. King,” Kobe grinned, as he settled between my thighs. He was so large, so slick with the oil and hard as he slammed into me. “Like more?” He grunted riding hard into me.

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, brutally more.”

“As you wish, Mrs. King,” Kobe grunted, thrusting harder and faster. He rammed into me with such abandon, and I took in every inch of him, savoring him and devouring him as much as I can. I was so hungry for him and joined him with each thrust until we both cried out our names.

Moments later, in each other’s arms, we gazed at each other. Kobe asked, “Is it everything you’ve dreamed of?”

“Almost,” I said.

“Almost?” Kobe asked, confused. “Well, I’m going to fix that right away.” He pushed me over to my front and lifted my rear up while he entered me from behind.

His thrusts made my breasts push against the bed’s padded wall splash while his hands gripped my hips. Soon we were climaxing before falling onto the bed.

“Almost there?” Kobe asked.

“Almost,” I grinned.

“Well, I’ll fix that, Mrs. King,” Kobe said, turning me to my side as he entered me and thrusted.

“Oh my God,” my eyes rolled backward.

Kobe laughed, “We’re not done yet.” He used the spatula to lightly spanked me before moving it to tickle my clit.

“Kobe, oh oh oh!” I exploded right as he did.

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