Page 109 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

There’s no hiding the pink blush spreading over my skin.

Yet he never once looks away from my shy eyes.

His cock forms a tent in his pants, reveling in my shame and torment.

Deep inside, I’m loving every second of my debasement. So, I murmur, “Okay, Mr. King.”

I crawl closer just as he slides his leg between my thighs and the edge of his shoe comes in contact with my pussy. The first touch makes me hiss. He slowly rubs his foot against my slit, pressing deeper until it teases my clit, and I moan silently.

“Don’t be shy.” His tone is husky and rough with a dirty glint in his irises. “Take what you need.”

Taking my wrists, he places one on his thigh and the other flat on the cushion. Curling my fingers, I use his upper leg as leverage and slowly roll my hips, slicking his right shoe with my arousal.

I’m so wet, he can hear the indecent sounds.

He tilts his feet up just a fraction, and it brushes against my clit in the perfect way when I ground myself. The taboo feel of the moment has me glancing down as I grind and rub myself over and over against him.

The hardness and smoothness of the leather feel like heaven on my pussy.

Suddenly, a hand threads in my hair and tugs back sharply. Kingston’s hard gaze crashes into mine. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

I gasp out, “Okay.”

“Do it harder.” His free hand snakes to my breast and twists my nipple between his index finger and thumb. “Let me hear those sweet cries.”

His hold on my hair disappears and I see him from my periphery unzipping and pulling out his cock. The crown is purple and glistening from his precum. Forcing my head down, he thrusts halfway into my mouth.

“Circle your tongue around the tip.” I obey, tasting his velvety skin. “Suck and feel how hard I am. Fuck… just like that.”

Wrapping my fist around him, I stroke him and gulp as much of him as I can while grinding my slit harder against his foot. He swells in my throat when I take him to the back and swallow, making him moan loudly.

Peering into his half-mast eyes, I spit until he’s as messy as the mess I’m making below. His shaft pulses on my tongue in response, making me feel powerful. Curling his lip, he forces my head down as he thrusts up.

My nose smashes against his trimmed groin, his cock choking my throat as he cuts off my oxygen. The helplessness makes me dry hump him faster and harder. I gurgle and moan on his throbbing girth while he watches me fight for air like a madman.

“Such a perfect fuck doll.” He withdraws and I cough, drool running down my chin. I can only imagine the mascara painting my cheeks. One gulp of air is all I’m allowed before he’s deep throating me again.

Savage.

Brutal.

Harsh.

My eyes roll back in my head in pleasure when he angles his shoe and flicks it up and down my pussy. Hard enough not to hurt me, but sufficient to build the ache only he can remedy.

“Is your cunt aching, little slut?” he taunts. “Are you going to come on the floor? Or do you want my cock to split your tight hole open?”

His dick keeps pistoning, refusing to let me answer.

I beg with my eyes for him to fuck me.

Bruise me.

After one final thrust, he shoves me off and barks, “Lean back, legs spread, let me watch.”

Panting and moaning, my breasts shaking with the force, I lean back on my elbows and expose myself to him. Pinning my left thigh with his other shoe, he rubs the slippery one on my slit to tease my entrance.

His heated eyes roam down the length of my flushed body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “My pretty little fucktoy is about to come, isn’t she?”

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