Page 39 of Kingpin

Her garters. Her hosiery. The wet, lacy panties that were tantalizingly exposed to me.

I dipped my fingers beneath their borders and gathered her juices on my fingers. Just for a taste. Just for a hint of what she might offer me in the future so I’d spare her life.

Then, I brought my fingers to my lips.

I locked my eyes with hers, and she watched my every move. Her pupils blew wide with want as I moved my dick closer to that dripping slit of hers. My tongue darted over my skin, lapping every droplet of her up. As her taste trickled down the back of my throat, I felt my heart skip a beat.

Keep a lid on it, Israel. You’ve had plenty of women before.

The last thing I needed to do was get bogged down in a relationship. The last thing I needed was for something like her to consume me. I refused to be won over. I refused to be trapped by the strange woman I didn’t know a thing about. She tried to kill me, after all. She had plans to do it.

For all I knew, she was still planning on doing it.

My mouth fell to her exposed cleavage, and I bit into the meat of her tits. I sank my teeth into her as she yelped and groaned, rolling her hips against my own. Her pussy drenched my cock. I pressed my girth against her entrance. As I slid in, feeling her warmth encompass me, I felt my gut clench tight.

“Mine,” I growled.

I pulled my hips back and slammed into her. I listened to her cries of passion as my hands found hers. I spread her wide, pinning her arms out to the side as her legs locked around me. I stood tall. Strong. Fervent in my desire to fuck her until she was muted. As I drove my hips against hers, feeling her fluids trickling down my balls, her sounds roared in my ears.

“Fuck, Israel. That’s it. More. I need more. Please. I beg you. Oh—oh my God.”

I gritted my teeth together. I released her hands and slid my palms down to her tits. I massaged them. Tweaked them. I traced the tip of her waist. I clung to her hips. I pulled her closer to the edge of my desk before I unwound her legs from around me and tossed them over my shoulders. I bent her in half as her eyes bulged. I sank deeper into her, feeling her body take in the last inch of me. As her jaw unhinged with silent pleasure, the sounds of skin slapping skin filled my office.

Along with the intermingled scent of our arousals.

Her cries turned into groans as my balls smacked against her ass cheeks. Her walls pulsed around me, faster and faster, keeping time with her panting. Sweat trickled down the nape of my neck. I kept my eyes locked on her face, watching it twist and contort with pleasure. It was cathartic. It was furious. It was filled with rage, and hatred, and adoration.

Only once, Israel.

Even I wasn’t that stupid.

Because I knew I’d take the woman any time I pleased. No matter what she thought of the deal.

“Israel!”

My broken name fell from her lips as she gripped my shirt. She tugged me back down to her, our lips crashing together. I sucked on her tongue. I raked my teeth across her lower lip. I felt something wetting me as it trickled down the insides of my pants. She whimpered with her release. I felt her body shivering against my own. And as her pussy quivered around my cock, my balls finally pulled up into my body.

My movements stilled.

“Yeah. That’s it. Milk my dick. You're mine, woman. And no one is ever going to make you feel this way again. Ever.”

She gasped. “Yours. I’m all yours. No matter what you want, I’ll always be yours.”

My face fell to the crook of her neck as my body collapsed against hers. I felt her arms wrap around me, her fingertips playing with the tendrils of my hair on the nape of my neck. I nuzzled my nose against her pulse point. I kissed her skin softly. The second I felt myself growing comfortable, I shot up and quickly pulled away from her.

“Israel?” she asked.

I fell back into my office chair, letting my spent cock hang there for her viewing pleasure.

“Israel, what's wrong?”

I pointed to my door. “Get out.”

She furrowed her brow. “What?”

I closed my eyes. “Leave the food and get out of my office.”

“But I thought we—”

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