Page 114 of The Kings of Kearny

I huffed out a breath. “I’m not cranky. I’m impatient. You’re probably naked under that robe, and I can’t touch you. The sooner we play out your little fantasy, the sooner I can fuck you the way we both want me to.”

I got the response I wanted. Her full lips parted, and black edged out brown as her pupils dilated. Fuck, she was gorgeous. The male members of the Kings, and hell, quite a few of the women too, had been in a frenzy when she started working at Charley’s. She’d shot them all down one after another. But she hadn’t shot me down, and that made me feel way fucking better than it probably should have. It made me feel way more possessive over her than was healthy. I felt like a fucking caveman every time someone else smiled at her.

Her strong. Make pretty babies. MINE. Smile at her and I get club.

Maybe that was why I liked leading her around by her hair so much that first time we fucked.

She smirked at me. “I should have thought to bring a gag. You’re just as mouthy as I am.”

I arched a brow at her. “You just happen to have gags lying around? You really into this bondage shit?” I wasn’t, but if she was, I could try to make it work.

She shook her head. “No, and not really. I just like the idea of teasing the hell out of you without you being able to manhandle me.”

I lowered my voice. “You like the way I manhandle you.”

She shivered. “Yes, I do. But I like driving you crazy almost as much.”

Her hands fell to the robe’s sash. With a flick of her fingers, it was free. She shrugged, and the black silk fell from her shoulders to pool on the ground behind her. I sucked in a breath that rattled my chest. Shewasnaked under it. Her eyes met mine as she stood there, unabashedly, gloriously bare. Sunlight slanted through the windows at a sharp angle, bathing her half in shadow, half in light. I didn’t know where the hell to look. Everywhere she was lean and taut. It was obvious that the woman worked out, but she still had some deadly curves. Her full breasts and flaring hips called to me like a siren song.

She stepped forward, and I realized why she’d put on heels. We were almost of a height now. All I had to do was tilt my head down to reach her lips. I closed the distance between us and sealed my mouth over hers. She swayed up into me, soft breasts pressing against my chest, fingers braced against my stomach. Our kiss was chaste, close-lipped, and when I tried to deepen it, she pulled away. The growl that ripped from my throat was animalistic. She stepped back and laughed. I was losing this round to her, but goddamn it, I hadn’t been able to touch her in two weeks, and it nearly drove me crazy. To have her so close now but not be able to do what I wanted... She must be more sadistic than I thought to be enjoying this. I probably shouldn’t be so turned on by that, but my dick strained between us like it had a mind of its own.

She turned away from me, and I groaned. That ass. Fucking hell.

I watched her stalk toward the couch on those towering heels with barely a hiccup in her stride. It was good that she’d been treating herself better, being kinder to her body. Good for her, but also, selfishly, good for me. It meant we could probably screw around more. I had weeks of pent-up tension to vent. If her leg started bugging her halfway through this weekend, it didn’t matter. I’d find some way to carry her around the place so she could save her energy. I’d gather up every pillow in here and make a little throne for her out of them. I’d find ways to get her off where she wouldn’t even have to move. I was greedy for the noises she made when she lost herself, desperate to hear my name on her lips as she came.

She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and came back to me, tossing it at my feet.

“Come here,” I said, tilting my head down.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to tease her with my tongue, work her into the same frenzy she’d driven me to, but she just grinned that wicked grin and shook her head.

In a fluid motion, she dropped to her knees at my feet. I almost asked her if she would be okay like that but stopped myself. She was a grown-ass woman who knew her own physical limits. If she thought she’d be fine on her bad knee for a little bit, I had to trust that she would be.

Her nails gently scraped up my thighs. My dick stiffened again, a bead of pre-cum shining on the tip. She ignored it, turning her head to kiss my inner thigh, so close, but so goddamn far away.

She dropped another kiss on my leg, a little higher this time, and murmured into me, “I meant what I said that morning.”

“What morning?” I ground out. The woman was going to give me a heart attack at this rate.

She looked up at me beneath her lashes, and I nearly imploded.So fucking beautiful. I flexed my arms, testing the restraints. This place was old and seldom used. The beam she’d tied me to groaned, and I stopped. Termites could have gotten to it, and I wouldn’t be able to touch her if I brought the roof down on our heads trying to get free.

“At your parents’ place,” she said, bringing my full attention back to her. “When I told you that you should always be naked. I meant it.”

“You can get me naked whenever you want. Just say the word.”

She grinned and went back to tormenting me. Her lips pressed a little harder, her nails dug a little deeper. Those beautiful tits hung full and heavy, nipples tightening with desire. I wanted to suck them into my mouth and lavish them until she cried out. Her fingers finally lifted and stroked up my shaft. My balls tightened, and pressure built low on my spine. I was a heartbeat away from coming into her hand like a fucking teenager.

She rubbed her thumb over the head of my dick, using my pre-cum to ease her way as she stroked back down. Her fingers tightened around my base, and my chin hit my chest as I groaned. Finally she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. I stared down at her, watching my dick slide past those full lips, feeling her tongue slick over my heated skin. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded like a stifled moan.

God bless women who take pleasure from giving it.

The tip of my dick nudged against resistance, and I felt her throat convulse. She slid her mouth back up my length before that convulsion turned into a gag. So, deep-throating wasn’t going to happen. That was fine. I was big enough that I didn’t expect it, though if she was willing in the coming days and weeks and hopefully months, I’d be down for teaching her how to take all of me. For now she took as much of me as she could, using a hand to work the rest. Her other one cupped my balls, fondling their weight, gently tugging in a way that made my jaw clench.

I strained my arms again, unthinking, the rope burning against the skin of my wrists. I wanted out of these goddamn restraints. I wanted to touch her, slip my fingers into her hair and guide her. Overhead, the beam made another troubling sound. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me in again. Tied up like this, all I could do was thrust. I pulsed my hips forward, carefully, not wanting to choke her. Having to be careful only ramped up my frustration. She was driving me fucking crazy. I could come right now, but she’d wanted this, and I wanted to make it worth it for her. If I came right out of the gates, she might not feel like she’d had the chance to torture me enough, and then I’d probably end up tied to the next inanimate object that caught her fancy.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick, and I nearly choked.

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