Page 82 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

With it, his thrusts become punishingly harsher.

Five more strokes before they become erratic and shallow.

Biting down on my jaw, he finally stops deep inside and swells. Grinding and rolling his hips, he digs his nails into my ass and finishes in hot, stabbing spurts.

I feel every single stream of his seed flooding my pussy.

It’s fucking divine.

Forget him, I’m addicted to the feel of his bare dick inside me. It’s intimate and raw andsoforbidden.

“Fuck!” Kingston moans, as wave upon wave of euphoric bliss ripples through his body.

We pant and cling to each other in the aftermath.

“No,” I whisper when he attempts to pull out. “Don’t, please. Stay inside.”

“Thank fuck,” he whispers back.

WICKED DEEDS

Get risqué behavior in public.

I wanna be your slave.

CHAPTER – 23

Twinkle

“Will you come to my office after breakfast?” murmurs Kingston against my neck, placing teasing kisses while trapping me between him and the door.

After last night, we’ve become greedier for each other. The need to stay close is a living, breathing thing, overshadowing our desire to get each other out of our systems.

It explains why I’m standing at the door at six in the morning when I should be dead asleep after having an unforgettable and sleepless night. Yet, I couldn’t resist coming downstairs to kiss Kingston before he went to work.

“If you’re busy, I can go sightseeing alone.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Bossy,” I tease.

“You love it, Star.”

“Star?”

“I recall you hating the other nicknames I called you on our date,” he says mischievously. “So, I’m trying new ones.”

“Why star? I’m not a celebrity,” I scoff and immediately narrow my gaze. “Is it based on the nursery rhyme?”

A damning smirk curves his mouth. “Maybe.”

---