“Yes.”
He keeps me anchored to the lockers behind me. With just a finger, he parts my fire suit to gape open even more and then hooks the cup of my bra with the tip of his index and yanks swiftly until my flesh pours over the top. His touch whispers over my hard tip and barely even touches me, yet he sets me on fire. He circles my nipple with his fingertip over and over until I’m arching my back against my own will to get more from him, and then he pinches it hard. I gasp at the intrusion and feel moisture pool between my thighs. If he does it again, I might come.
“And if I undid this belt and touched your pussy, would you be wet for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp as the plastic belt clacks open. He leans into me, resting more of his weight against me where I’m pinned to the lockers. His mouth is just a breath away from mine.
“And if I fucked you with my fingers right now, would you come for me?” he asks as he kicks my legs open wide with his booted foot.
“Yes.”
“Damn right you would.”
And then with his palm flat to my belly, he dips his hand into my suit and into my panties, and down until he spears me with his fingers and drives them in with one thrust, pushing me to my tiptoes.
He pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, and the harsh sounds mingle with my heavy breaths. His hazel eyes are locked on mine as he drives me higher and higher. There is no play, no gentleness as he pushes me hard toward the climax that’s barreling down on me.
And then he presses his thumb to my clit, and I detonate around his fingers. I come harder than I ever have before, and he opens his mouth over mine and drinks in my whimpers, my cries, as I fall apart in his arms.
He lets me come back to myself, but he still holds my hands over my head.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “You get off on making my dick hard.”
“Yeah.”
“You like what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You want it, baby, just say the word. I won’t stop you if you want to get on your knees for me and suck me off.”
And even through the harsh words, I feel more wetness hit my thighs. I had forgotten his hand was still between my legs and he can feel it too.
“Yeah,” he says, still just as quietly. “She wants it.”
“I want it,” I repeat his words. I want to give him what he gave me. He lets go of my wrists, but he doesn’t step away, so I drop to my knees in front of the lockers.
I quickly slide my arms out of my sleeves so my fire suit hangs around my waist, exposing my breasts pushed up over the cups of my bra. His eyes heat as he looks at me like that, and I fucking love it. I love that I can turn him on, that I can make him burn like he makes me.
I make quick work of his belt and his zipper, and as I part the soft denim of his jeans and his heavy cock springs free, it does not disappoint. It’s long, longer than any man I’ve been with before, and so thick I don’t think my hand will wrap all the way around him. And hard—he’s so hard, for me. Veins pop attractively under the smooth skin of him, and the tip is round a flushed red.
“Don’t just stare at it, baby,” he growls, and I wrap my hand around him and stroke. “That’s it. Jack it. Harder.”
I do. I grip him in my fist and stroke him from root to tip, faster and faster, but that’s not what I want. I l lean forward and wrap my lips around him. He lets a hiss out through his teeth as I swirl my tongue over the tip of him.
“Don’t fuck around,” he growls. “Suck me.”
“Yes,” I pant around the head. I lick him again, and he digs the fingers of one hand into my hair. The other I feel put pressure at the hinge of my jaw, and I look up at his handsome face awash with passion as I let the tip of my tongue dart out again and touch him.
“Deep, baby,” he growls. “I need you to take me deep.”
And I need that too. I need him to come undone for me. It feels like he’s hanging on by a thread, and I need that thread to snap.
“Yes,” I hiss, and then with his thumb still pressing to my jaw, he thrusts deep into my mouth. It takes me by surprise, and I gag as he hits the back of my throat, and tears pool in my eyes.
“That’s it,fresa. Just breathe through it,” he encourages, and I do. The intense feeling passes, and I swallow around him. “Fuck, fuck. I gotta move.”
I nod swiftly, and it’s all the indication King needs, because he begins to thrust, holding my face where he needs me, pumping into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his powerful thighs and hold on tight as he takes over my blowjob and fucks my mouth.
