Cross (Dark Kings 3)

Fuck, yeah!

I rush to undo my pants and curse myself for wearing skinny jeans—they’re too tight and a pain to get off. My drunk ass limbs can’t move fast enough. But then I feel his hands on me, pushing, pulling, and then he’s on top of me. And he’s naked. My hands run over his large biceps and to his back, my fingertips running over waves of muscles as he flexes.

My pussy throbs in anticipation.

He slides a hand between my legs, and I arch my back. “Oh, God …” I trail off as he thrusts a finger into me, quickly followed by another. He doesn’t have to do much to get me ready, and I’m not in the mood for foreplay. I want to be fucked—held down, hair pulled, slap my ass and call me your good little slut, fucked!

I reach down between us and find his dick. My hand wraps around the base, and my fingers don’t even touch. My breathing comes faster as I run up his shaft. Holy shit! He’s packing. I could cry right now because this is what I needed. I have no doubt he knows how to use it.

He lowers his head to my chest, and I feel his breath on my neck when I start to stroke him. My mouth salivates at his thickness and length.

He lets out a moan, and I pause. Slowly, I run my thumb over the head, and I feel … is that metal? He’s pierced?

I practically whimper. A Prince Albert.

I start to play with the barbell, but he rips my hand away with a grunt, and then he’s no longer on top of me. I’m about to protest when he grips my hips and flips me over onto my stomach.

“Yes!” I pant, past caring how desperate I sound. A woman should never be ashamed of what she wants.

I can’t get up on my knees fast enough for him. He’s yanking my ass up in the air, and then he’s pressing against my pussy. I lower my face to his bed, inhaling the scent of fresh linen. It doesn’t ease the throbbing between my legs. Before I can take in another breath, he pushes into me.

I cry out into the dark room as he stretches me to accommodate his size. I’m gasping for a breath and reach my hands out in front of me, looking for anything to push against. Finding a headboard, I flatten out my hands as he moves.

I close my eyes, and he pins me down with his front to my back, making it hard to breathe. Then he readjusts himself, ripping my hands from his headboard and brings them behind my back, holding them with his hand. The room spins as he fucks me into his mattress.

I hear him talking but can’t understand what he’s saying over my heavy breathing and moans. His free hand slaps my ass, and I dig my face into his bed, not afraid of asphyxiation at the moment. I want to tell him that he feels amazing, but I can’t speak. Not right now. I can barely breathe. The room continues to spin, the alcohol clearly altering my perception of things.

But it doesn’t take me more than a few minutes before I’m crying out his name while coming all over his dick. He isn’t far behind me.

Once he’s done, he falls off next to me, and we both lie side by side, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I can’t even find the willpower to roll over at this point.

“You didn’t use a condom.” It’s the first thing I say, and I’m thankful it’s dark because he’d be able to see how red my face is that I said that out loud.

“Nope,” he replies breathlessly.

I laugh at that and try to move my heavy limbs but still get nothing. I’ll have to crawl out of here. “Not worried about knocking me up?” He doesn’t know I’m on birth control.

“If it bothers you so much, I’ll wear one next time,” he says, starting to get his breathing back under control while I’m over here flopping around like a fish out of water. Legs shaking, heart still pounding, and sucking in breath after breath.

Round two? Yes, please. “Next time? Boy, aren’t you cocky?” I sure as hell won’t be playing hard to get.

I feel the bed shift, then his hand on my lower back. It travels down over my ass and my still parted legs, and he lazily runs two fingers over my soaked pussy. “You saying you don’t want that again?” He thrusts a finger in me.

I lift my ass, my hands digging into his comforter. A whimper escapes my parted lips. My pussy’s still throbbing from coming so hard. “Cross …”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks huskily before I feel his lips on my shoulder. He trails kisses across my back and up to my neck before a second finger enters me, and I’m rocking my hips with each thrust.