Page 13 of The Kings of Kearny

I gave myself over to him wholeheartedly. It might only be for a night, but while I was here, Iwashis. He could have whatever part of me he wanted, and I would happily claim him in return.

He wrapped my braid around his wrist again and gripped my hair, holding me in place as he slid his dick between my thighs. I lifted my left leg a little to ease his way and felt him slick through my wetness. Even with the condom between us, I could feel the heat rolling off his skin.

I braced myself for the feel of him shoving into me from this angle, but he surprised me by pushing farther until his tip stroked over my clit. A moan slipped from my mouth, and he drank it down as his tongue continued to ply my own. His free hand stroked up my side and landed on my breast. He palmed it, my C cup filling his grip before he eased his hold just enough to run his fingers over my nipple. I ground my ass back in response, and the head of his dick slid over my clit again.

He rolled my nipple, plied my tongue, and thrust once more, harder this time. I knew he could tell from the wetness gathering between us what he was doing to me, and as my moans gained a pleading edge, he must have realized that I wanted more.

He broke the kiss and chuckled. The sound was despotic.

Goddamn it. He was denying me on purpose.

The kicker was, it turned me on.

Letting someone else take charge in the bedroom was something I could get behind when that someone was Jakob. Another partner or, hell, another mood, and I might be the one calling the shots.

An image of me rising above him, his hands tied to the bedrail while I rode him, flitted through my mind, and I knew I wanted to do this again. And again.

And again.

“Don’t make me say it,” I ground out.

He thrust again, so slow that my back arched as the ribs of the condom danced over my hyperstimulated skin. His lips ghosted the shell of my ear, all the warning I had before he bit my earlobe, harder than I had bitten him.

“Say it,” he growled.

Oh. My. God.

“Please, Jakob,” I rasped.

His hand slid from my breast down over my belly. It dipped between my thighs, and he used his fingers to guide himself to my entrance. I shifted my hips toward him, and a small stab of pain sliced into my right one. Thank God he couldn’t see me grimace. With so much steel holding my bones in place, sex was never a pain-free experience. Some days it got close to it if I’d taken it easy, but on a night like tonight, after I’d been on my feet for hours, there was no escaping a fair amount of discomfort with my pleasure. At least I’d learned how to trick my brain into enjoying a little pain during sex. I had a nice Army therapist with a kink for B&D to thank for that hot tip.

Another hot tip nudged inside me, and my pain was drowned beneath a wave of pleasure.

Yes. God, yes.I needed this.

The angle made me tighter than normal, and despite the slickness of my arousal, Jakob had to work his way in and out of me a few times before the condom was coated enough that he could thrust deeper. Even then, he took his goddamn time pushing in.

I let out a huff of annoyance. “If you go easy on me, so help me God, I’ll tell every woman I know that Jakob Larson made slow, passionate love to me.”

His chest shuddered against my back as he chuckled, the sound filled with dark amusement. “I knew you’d be impatient.”

I craned my head around, trying to see his face. HeknewI’d be impatient? Meaning he’d thought about this too? In the dim light of the bedroom, I had just enough time to catch the white flash of his teeth before he speared into me.

I nearly screamed. And not in pain. “Oh God, Jakob.”

His hand was still between my legs, and the next time he thrust into me, the pad of a finger landed on my clit. Words lost all meaning then, and I gave myself over to the desire racing through my veins and the feel of his thick, rigid cock filling me up. It was somehow too much and not enough at the same time.

Jakob must have felt the same way. He made a sound of frustration and then tightened his grip on my braid. “Roll,” he said, tugging my hair to get me moving.

I rolled forward a little, and another tug signaled I was right where he wanted me. He slid one leg between mine, rose up on his elbow, and startedfucking me sideways. My body stretched around him, pulsing in time with his thrusts like I was trying to draw him deeper. I didn’t know if I could comfortably take much more of him, but if it felt this good, I was willing to risk it. Conscious of my injured hip, I carefully tilted my pelvis back. The angle changed, and he rammed fully home.

Both of us moaned.

He thrust again, slaving his fingers and his dick. I reached out and grabbed his ass, urging him on. At this rate, we wouldn’t need that whole half hour I’d initially predicted. We’d barely begun, and I was already tipping past the breaking point.

“Jakob,” I said, my nails biting into his skin.

Instead of giving me what I wanted, he slowed his movements and leaned over me, bringing his lips back to my ear. “If your leg wasn’t bugging you, I would drag this out until you fucking begged me for release.”

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