Page 57 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Especially those steel six-pack abs.

Kingston is magnificent. My starstruck eyes roam lower to the dark trail leading to his dangerously low pants around his trim waist.

Drawn to his body, I slide off the counter and strut toward him. Once I’m close, I press my hands against the winged bird tattoo on his left pec and trace the shape. It’s so vivid and beautiful.

Another tattoo catches my attention. A royal crown sits crookedly on a skull with broken and cracked bones.

His chest rises and falls steadily while my breathing picks up from finally getting my heart’s wish. He’s cruel for hiding such a carnal body.

“I thought you wanted a striptease?” His tone is heavy with lust.

“Not anymore.” My voice is hoarse. I glance up at his rugged face, his stubbled jaw so tight it makes his angular cheeks even more striking. “I want to touch and feel you now.”

“You can.” Capturing my wrists, he inches my palm down his warm skin and clenched abs to his waistband. “After you get me naked.”

I feel his eyes watching my reaction raptly as I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. His black boxers peek out and I curl my fingers inside, pulling both pieces of clothing down.

I have to tug extra hard past his thick erection and almost stumble back when it springs free, slapping against his stomach.

Gaze widening into saucers at the sheer size of his cock, I swallow back a gasp. However, it escapes without permission.

A scary-looking Jacob’s ladder runs along his shaft, straight out of a sinful dream.

My mouth opens and closes several times.

“You’re pierced?” I croak out, making his length twitch.

How the heck did I not feel it?

The six small piercings resemble rungs for my fingers—or mytongue—to climb up his massive cock. It’s sexy to stare at, intensifying his masculinity and raw aura. However, there’s no way that will fit inside me without tearing me in half.

Kicking his boxers and pants aside, he yanks me closer by cupping my ass. “Touch my cock, Twinkle. Feel it and get that afraid look off your face. Soon, you’ll be taking every inch in every hole you have.”

Jerking out of my reverie at his sharp command, I lift my hand and cup the base near his trimmed groin, slowly stroking up his girth. I count the tiny barbells in my head, shivering at the smooth and hard texture.

Precum beads at the purple, angry crown. I swipe my thumb through the slit and bring it to my mouth before he can stop me.

The salty taste of him erupts on my tongue and I moan low in my throat.

Sucking and letting my thumb go with a pop, I look him in the eye and breathlessly say, “It’s not yourinchesI’m worried about; it’s what’s attached to them that’s scares me, Kingston.”

Cupping the back of my neck in a harsh grip, his hand dives between my thighs and parts my folds. Running one finger through the humiliating wetness gathered there, he lifts the glistening finger in front of my face.

“And does your pussy get wet when you’re scared, darling?” Rubbing the proof on my lips, he raises his brow. “Because to me, it looks excited to be filled with all my inches and everything else.”

Licking my mouth, I taste myself while he stares, riveted by the movement. “Everything about you excites me, even when I’m nervous. It’s become my body’s default setting.”

Dipping my fingers in my slit, I tease and edge my sensitive pussy while gazing at his strong frame. I drink in the V-cut of his hips and tree-trunk-sized thighs. There’s a snake tattooed on his upper right thigh, pointing its sharp tongue toward his groin.

Tall, carved from stone, and built like a Viking.

He’s incomparably better than the sex-starved dreams I spent countless nights having while obsessing over him.

Using my soaked fingers, I boldly circle his dick and rub my wetness all over his girth. He roughly exhales when I play with his piercings. I wonder what they’ll feel like buried and thrusting deep inside me.

Will they hurt?

Will they tease?

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