Her slender fingers wrap around my length, and I close my eyes to how fucking good she always feels on me.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“I’m right here.”
She guides herself onto the tip and slowly slides down, taking my fucking breath away.
She rocks back and forth, and I grab onto her ass, needing to be all the way inside her. Her cries and groans, her nails digging into the back of my neck, her sucking my bottom lip before kissing me, it all has me on the verge of blowing my load. She takes what she needs from me until she’s crying out and trembling against me. Once she has had her pleasure, I take mine.
She lifts onto her tiptoes, and I fuck her without restraint. With every stroke I pound into her, the closer to the edge I become. Her tits bounce up and down and her groan tips me over. I fill her with everything I have and hold her close after.
“See, I’m right here,” I whisper.
She leans back and stares at me for a long moment. “I’m gonna be okay.”
Sweeping the back of my fingers across her cheek, I say, “Fuck yeah you will be, cause you’re strong, and you’re amazing, and you can handle anything.”
“It’s cause I have you.”
Smirking, I say, “That too.”
She playfully slaps my arm and lifts herself off me. She cleans herself and I take care of myself before doing my jeans back up.
“I’m done in here for today. I’m gonna go check on River. He’s with Rudi.”
Taking her hand, I walk with her inside, noticing the feminine figure in the upstairs window. The sooner the Mayor’s daughter is out of here, the fucking better.
17
King
Missing the next run isn’t what I wanted but staying behind because of Annabel isn’t a chore I’m completely unhappy about. From the moment she walked through the door I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of her. The only other woman who’s ever caught my attention and held it was Bella. I was young and thought Heaven existed between her legs and that was enough to hook me for three years. But with beauty and Heaven came a price and I paid more than I intended. When I think about it, I still can’t work out where it went wrong with her. I loved her. She was good to me in the beginning, she checked in on my dad a few times a week and she had the ability to make me feel like I was the only man in the world. After a while, she also had that ability with any other guy that caught her attention.
I thought the pain of her first betrayal would never fade but I was wrong. Anger replaced the pain, and it turned me into something ugly. For every time she hurt me, I reciprocated and made sure she knew I had been unfaithful.
We were toxic and if I hadn’t have walked away in the end, I dread to think where we would’ve ended up.
But Annabel. Her and love are not mutual, and I’m not interested in falling for her. I’m only interested in what’s between her legs.
I knock on her door. No answer.
I knock again. Again, no answer.
She’s in there and when I open her door, she’s on her bed, reading yet another book. Her sweater hangs off one shoulder and her tanned skin is inviting and looks so fucking soft. I’d love to bite into it as I thrust inside her.
Because I’ve been watching her, I know she brought three books with her, and she’s already read her way through two of them. And by the looks of it, she’ll be finishing the third by the end of the day.
“Is there anything I can get you?”
She doesn’t answer, she doesn’t even look up.
She has no trouble talking to Luca. In fact, she has no trouble finding herself wherever my president seems to be.
I do question Annabel and how she sees the world. Anyone can see Luca is obsessed with Victoria. He has no interest in any other woman but his wife. He’s not like most men, not like me. Luca made his vows to Victoria and I’m certain there isn’t a woman alive who could entice him to break those vows. Certainly not the likes of Annabel.
“By the looks of how fast you’re reading, you’ll have that book finished by the end of the day. What do you plan on reading tomorrow?”
This gets her attention, and she puts her book down, looking up at me.
