Page 34 of Rise of the King (Checkmate 5)

“Tell me you’re not a victim, Soph. Do I have to be gentle? Slow? Tell me where the line is.”

“Not a victim. Not scared. You’re okay.”

“Where’s the line?”

“There’s no line.” Panting, she scratches the back of my neck and bites my bottom lip. “I like sex. I’ve never been hurt like that.”

“Thank God.” Dropping her to the bed, I climb on before she finishes bouncing. Sliding one leg between her thighs, I don’t stop moving until my thigh touches her pussy and the heat reveals her truths. “You want me so much, Sophia. I fucking knew I was right.”

“Shush.” She grabs the back of my head and pulls me down until our lips clash again. As always, she’s a contradiction; I thought I was going to have to be gentle, but she bites hard enough to make me hiss. I thought I’d have to take it slow, but she goes to work on my jeans, popping the button and sliding her hand in until I throw my head back on a roar. Shucking my jeans down with her feet, she fists my cock and squeezes so hard, I want to explode.

“Are you ready for me, Jay? You’re so concerned about me being ready for you, but have you considered your own wellbeing?” She squeezes my cock so hard, I could come in this instant. “I’m tight. Tighter than you’ve ever had. But I’m not scared, so you gotta do it anyway, even if you think you don’t fit.”

“God,” I drag the word out. “Yes, please.”

“If you jack early, I’ll hate your guts.”

I laugh. “I won’t go early, I swear.” Catching up, I go to work on her jeans, popping the button and dragging them down her legs. Sitting on my haunches, I toss the denim away and look back at the vixen lying right in front of me. Messy hair because of my hands. Red marks on her skin—again, because of my hands. Her chest lifts and drops fast, and her cheeks flush pink.

She’s scared, but she’s ready. She’s unsure if this’ll work, but she wants me so bad, she’s willing to go to bed with the devil and roll the dice.

Tossing my shirt away and leaning forward, I nip at her firm belly and make my way up to her purple bra. This one has a clasp on the front, so I flick it open with a simple twist of my fingers, and when it falls away, I’m met with perfect tits that taste like…

I take a pebbled nipple between my lips and sample.

“Fuckin’ delicious, Sophia.” I drag my hip over her core, suckle on one nipple, and massage the other with my hand. Arching off the bed, she wraps her legs around my hips and gyrates against me for friction. “You taste so good, babe. So fuckin’ delicious, and I’m a hungry man.”

“Hurry up.” She pulls my face back to her chest, throws her head back, and squirms. But she doesn’t stop rubbing her pussy on my hip. “Hurry up, Jay.”

“Slow it down, Soph. I’ve got the whole hour.” Leaning back, I grab her hip and flip her so she lies on her belly and her legs tangle. When she tries to lift up, I press my hand to the small of her back and push down. “Stay.” I go to work nibbling on the back of her neck, tasting, sampling, and biting until she cries out. I leave red marks on her perfect skin, and I drag my cock against her ass and smile when she tries to lift up and open herself to me.

“You sure about the no lines thing, Soph? No boundaries? Because your ass is right here, and I’m feeling a little adventurous.”

“I don’t mind.” She quivers under my hands. “But hurry up. Please hurry up.”

My heart slams in my chest, slinging off my diaphragm and winding me as I pull back and drag her thong down her legs. Her olive complexion stretches right around to her ass, and a little birthmark in the shape of a star sits on the right side. Leaning in, I press a kiss to the mark, then another beside it, then a third at the bottom of her back. “You’re not scared of me, Sophia Solomon? You’re not scared I might hurt you?” Images of club nights flash through my mind. Women screaming – the good kind of scream. It was always too dark; there was too much cocaine, too many women. “I can’t be gentle. I don’t know how.”

“I’m not scared.” Lifting to her knees, she presents her ass and turns her head so I see her face in profile. “But hurry the fuck up!”

Laughing, I study her long back, the deep line of her spine, and the round globes of her ass. She’s a dancer, and her ass isn’t large, but at this angle, with it right here in front of me, it holds a beautiful rounded shape and invites me in.

Sophia’s body vibrates against the bed. Her hips follow me each time I move.

Releasing her hips and standing from the bed, I stare at her asshole and shuck my boxer shorts down. My cock springs free, seeping with want, thrumming with the need to explode inside her right now.

“This might be the prettiest thing I ever saw in my life, Soph.” Head down, ass up, her breath racing through nervous lungs. “I could stand here and come just from this visual alone.”

“If you come before me, I’ll chop your dick off.”

Grinning, I step forward and slide my hands over her hips. “You’re so bossy,” I tease. “So demanding.”

“Condoms are in the bedside drawer. Hurry up.”

Leaning across and dropping to my side when I can’t reach, I laugh and yank the metal cabinet drawer open. She calls it a bedside drawer; I call it a filing cabinet. Whatever floats her boat. Blindly rummaging through the drawer, I fist the foil packets and pull them back until the stack lands on the bed beside us.

“Extra-large Trojans?” I study the foil, turn the package, then meet her eyes. “Babe, who the fuck do you have in your apartment when I’m not watching?”

“Shut up and put it on.”

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