Kingpin (Court University 2)

Her mouth quivered, her swallow moving thickly against my hand. “I do too, Mr. Johnson.”

I burned, so hot for who was basically my teacher.

Tugging her around, I covered her mouth, devouring her, claiming her to the point where she was basically a puddle in my hands.

Billie arched, shuddering against me when I jerked down her skirt, getting her completely naked. I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt, then I was chest bare against her, feeling her softness and how she moved along every hard edge of me. I didn’t move easily. But my body with hers did impossible things.

I took her on my king bed by the hips, her gaze raking down my body as I lay her back. They stopped where abs met my belt buckle, completely greedy, and I chuckled, pressing my body up against her.

“I dare you, beauty queen,” I said, moving her hand to my cock. I worked myself against her. “My queen.”

I had no idea where that came from, again she made me do stupid things. Like close my eyes while she worked me sinfully in her little hand, my dick surging and fucking her palm. Her other hand gripped my bicep, making me growl at the scratch marks she pulled down my flesh. I forced her hands away, then spread her wide. Traveling between her legs, I believed I could die right there.

Especially at the first taste.

It made us both moan, Billie losing her fucking shit when she tugged my hair.

“Oh, fuck. LJ. Fuck!” Her thighs locked my head between them, and I got aggressive, my tongue flicking wildly between her folds. Her heat so sweet, I took both her legs and tugged them over my shoulders, my mouth sucking her lower lips right into my mouth. She called out, her fingers gripping my scalp, and that’s when I added digits, one, then two.

I arched deep, tasting sweet juices with every come hither movement of my fingers. My strokes maddened her, the woman wild in my sheets. She bucked, and I thought she’d come right there in my mouth. The only thing keeping me from taking her over the edge was that I wanted to do the pleasure, take her pleasure and make it mine.

I got up before I could finish the job, leaving her hanging, and she panted in frustration.

At least, until she saw my cock.

I unzipped, my hand filled when I pulled my boxers down. So greedy, Billie rose up on her elbows but I forced her back.

“I take you,” I promised, working myself but fuck if I needed any help. The hard steel pulsed at the tip, my thumb rubbing precum all over the mushroom head. Leaning forward, I pulled the crown along her slit, Billie’s eyes rolling back in her head.

“Don’t play with me, LJ. Jesus.”

So, so greedy. I chuckled again, reaching into my bedside table. I didn’t want to talk about who was clean or not at this point. I just wanted to claim her, but next time we did this… fuck, if I’d have anything between us.

For now, I did the responsible thing and actually groaned at only the thought of being inside her. To her surprise, and I think a little of mine, I fell to my back, pulling her on top of me. I wanted her up there, riding me while I watched her tits slap up and down against her chest.

I got a handful of one while I guided myself inside her, my eyes rolling back, and I nearly came like a teen at nothing but a feel. This wouldn’t last long, that I knew, and I got to work, arching my hips while Billie moved hers.

She grated her nails down my chest, and I growled, the girl looking like some kind of mythical goddess on top of me.

Hair a fire red, it swept across her flushed skin, those perfect tits bouncing like something out of my most erotic visions. When she’d been in this very room before, reeking of beer with her tits springing out, I really had thought she’d been a stripper. But fuck, if I didn’t want her to be a little something more. I never paid for sex. Never had to, but if this girl would have let me that night she could have charged whatever she wanted. That’s exactly why I’d kissed her in the first place. I’d just needed a taste, and that kiss had proved to do nothing but help me meet my maker, what we were doing now completely inevitable.

I rolled my hips as Billie dropped her back and cried out. She felt on her breasts, and I roared, holding her up and fucking her from below. She was a sea of legit emotion while she rode me, and I knew I was tying her to me with every thrust.

We were doing something dangerous here, tying ourselves to each other. Quite frankly, I didn’t think either of us could stand the other, and I think a little alcohol may have lowered inhibitions—on both our parts. We were both sober enough to make the decision, though. And I think that was the scariest part about all of this. We chose this for ourselves.

No matter what tomorrow would bring.

Billie came first, gripping her hair and calling my name. Rol

ling her hips, she milked me for all I had, and I did the same beneath her, my balls tightening as I flooded the condom between us.

I groaned, actually biting my arm when I came down from the high. This left me with nothing but an exhausted and sexier-than-fuck redhead on top of me, a redhead I should have left the moment we’d gotten done screwing. After all, I’d had my taste.

Instead, I reached over, pulling her with me under the sheets. She wasn’t fucking leaving me, not tonight, and the way her arms curled around my body beneath my biceps, I knew she wasn’t trying to leave either. I think that was the only way I got to sleep in the end.

Fuck what tomorrow would hold.

Chapter Sixteen