Page 57 of Rise of the King (Checkmate 5)

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Plans

Jay

“Get up, Soph.” I smack her thigh the very moment the sun rises between the multistory buildings surrounding the Benson warehouse. I slept my two hours, ate seven protein bars, sat at her computer for hours trying all the T-I-T-I-E-S passwords, and tried my best to hack the hacker’s computer.

All I got was her screensaver, which was actually security feed… of my apartment.

“Sophia! Wake up.” I tug the blankets away and reconsider my plans when her naked ass layright there.

“Go away. Sleepy.”

“Not sleepy.” I kneel on the bed and run a hand along her leg. Inching her thighs apart, I grin when she fights me and squeezes them shut again. She’s playing. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, I yank them apart and press a kiss to her back when she giggles, then I slide my fingers into her wet heat and bite her shoulder when she groans.

“I’m starving, Soph. For food, for you.” I slide my fingers in, then out. Slowly, torturously, and grin when she lifts her ass higher to give me room to work. “I’m gonna eat you. I’m gonna make you come on my face, then again on my cock. After that, we’ll eat real food.”

“Okay.” Sighing, she gives up the pretense of sleep, lifts to her knees, and presents her ass. “Be quick.”

I’m wearing sweats, which makes it easier to slide them down and free my cock. Sliding my fingers inside her pussy, I fist my cock with my other hand and time each pull so they’re in tandem. I lean forward, so my tip touches her asshole and her moans turn to desperate whimpers. “Today’s the start of something special, Tiny Dancer. We gotta start it right.”

“Okay.” She lifts to her elbows and buries her face in her pillow. Nodding, she pushes back onto my hand as though to spear herself. “Okay. Hurry.”

“So impatient.” Chuckling, I pull my fingers from her pussy and thrill in the way she cries out at the loss. Before she can complain, I slam my cock deep inside and push her forward until her head slams against the wall. “You can take me rough, can’t you, Soph? You like it when I hurt you in bed.” I slam in hard and grin when she grips the end to brace against my attack. “You like it when I spank, and you love it when I make you scream.” I grip her hips and ride her like a mongrel dog.

“Yes.” She pants. “I love it when you make me cry in bed.”

“Such a dirty girl.” I crack my open palm over her ass and groan when her pussy squeezes me tight. “You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you, Sophia?”

“Yes.”

“All mine?”

“Yes.”

I grab her hips and pull her back so we meet with a crash. She takes all of me. She swallows me up and asks for more, and though I know it hurts her, she doesn’t tell me to stop. “I’m gonna keep you, Sophia. I’m gonna keep you forever.” I mindlessly fuck her until my thighs burn. She cries out each time we meet, her hands fisting the sheets, but she pushes back each time. She’s my equal in bed. She’s small, delicate, and beautiful, but she’s no mouse.

“Jay…” She squeezes me tight and cries into her pillow. “Fuck! Jay.”

“Yeah, beautiful.” I pull out fast before my balls draw up and empty themselves. I have no condom and no intention to grab one. Soph’s head snaps up at the loss. Her murderous eyes come around and meet mine, but I line my cock up at her ass and inch it in until her anger turns to flat out panic.

“Oh, shit.”

“Don’t freak out, babe. Let me in.”

She turns back to the pillow and buries her face as I inch in slowly. I won’t slam home this first time. I want to spank her and hurt her. But I won’t tear her open and hurt her for real. “Try to push me out, Soph. Try to push me out with your muscles.”

I feel the change, from resistance to opening up and allowing me in. She cries out and fists the sheets, but in the same breath, she groans and pushes back against me. Panting, she rocks and allows my cock in one inch at a time.

“So fucking tight, Sophia. So insanely tight.”

“Keep going.” She brings a hand between her legs and slides her fingers into her pussy. I feel her fingers sliding in and out and rubbing along my cock; the only thing separating us is the wall between her ass and her pussy. “Oh my God! Jesus. Keep going.”

“Not Jesus, Tiny Dancer. And not God.” I seat myself inside her and stop to breathe. “So fuckin’ tight.” Slowly pulling out, I hold my breath to stop my orgasm from tearing me apart. “Come for me, Soph. I need you to hurry up.”

“Move faster.” Her hand slides beneath her body. “You can move now.”

Pulling back to the very tip, I slide in again and throw my head back on a roar. “Fuck, Sophia!”

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