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The same need must be coursing through Kingston because he walks faster.

The second the resort comes into view, his entire demeanor twists into my commanding and deviant master.

I bow my head down and follow after him like a good little slave.

Ready to serve and obey him.

My ultimate and depraved fantasy.

CHAPTER – 21

Twinkle

My coat is wrenched down my arms so roughly it almost borders on violent.

I would worry if I wasn’t doing the same to Kingston.

Both of our lust for each other and the desperation to fuck are through the roof. The entire day has been nothing but one endless foreplay.

His mouth attacks mine, tongue sliding impossibly deep while his fingers tear down the side zipper of my dress. But it gets stuck and the next second, he’s using the slit in the skirt to completely rip it in two.

“I’ll replace it,” he growls without apology and flings the torn material away from my body. “Right now, I only give a fuck about being inside you.”

“Yes, please.”

My bra is next, followed by my flimsy thong, and I’m picked up like a doll. Slamming me against the front door—yes,we couldn’t even make it to the living room—my breasts bounce from the force and I dig my nails into his shoulders.

He makes no move to remove his sweater so I can feel his naked skin, his steel torso, and brick-like abs shifting underneath my palms. Instead, he pulls out a condom wrapper from his pocket, biting it between his teeth, before undoing his pants and pulling out his pierced dick.

My head almost drops from the electric pleasure when he runs the crown in my wetness. The contact sends pinpricks of heat over my entire body.

“Put it on me,” he orders, passing me the condom.

I somehow manage to tear the package and with shaking fingers, slide it on his cock. A part of me wishes to feel him bare, but I’m too scared to ask.

“Take off your sweater, King,” I plead once he’s sheathed, tightening my legs around his trim waist. “I want to feel you.”

“Later,” he roughly denies me, biting the corner of his mouth as he stares at where we’re connected. His thick girth splits my slit apart as the purple crown rubs up and down.

So illicit and naughty.

My arousal lubes up his pierced shaft. Readying himself to plunge inside me and take my pussy raw without mercy.

The cold barbells, producing delicious friction against my clit.

My stomach tightens when he aims his throbbing cock at my opening and thrusts up while bringing me down on his length. His intimidating size stings, even though I’ve been stretched and fucked around his fingers and toys all day long.

“Slow, Kingston,” I cry against the burn when just the head is in. I feel him throbbing hot and heavy. “Please.”

His molten gaze collides with mine.

“It’s been a while,” I shyly confess.

If possible, he hardens even more while the desire in his pupils intensifies into a storm. In a darkly possessive voice, he demands, “How long?”

“M-more than a year.”

He thrusts roughly at my answer, making me clutch his shoulders as another inch stretches my walls.

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