King (Sydney Storm MC 7)

His heated gaze found mine again. “We good?”

My belly fluttered at his question. He’d always asked me if I was good, and he still did, but lately he’d started asking me if we were good. It wasn’t a question he ever asked lightly; it always came from a deep desire of his to make sure all was good in my world. I nodded. “Yeah, we’re good. Except for the fact we’re still clothed and sitting out here.”

His nostrils flared and he did exactly what I hoped he would do. He stood, taking me with him, his powerful body hardly straining to do that. He surprised me, though. Instead of taking me into the bedroom, we ended up in the bathroom.

After he deposited me on the floor, I said, “You want some shower sex?”

His eyes held mine as he closed the door. “No, I wanna fuck you while I watch you.”

I followed his gaze as it locked on to the back of the door. He’d installed a mirror. “When did this happen?” I asked standing in front of it, already turned on for what was to come.

He moved behind me, his arms coming around me and then making their way down to the hem of my dress. His warm breath floated across the skin over my collarbone as he dipped his mouth to it and said, “When you were out with Monroe last night.”

I watched him sink his teeth into my skin while also pulling my dress up so he could find my underwear. The sight of Nitro’s large hand sliding inside my panties was hot, but nowhere near as hot as when he ran his finger through my wetness while taking hold of my breast with his other hand.

“Fuck,” I moaned, keeping my eyes firmly on his hands.

His eyes met mine in the mirror as he slid two fingers inside me. “You like your Christmas present?”

Biting my lip and holding my breath for a beat, I said, “God, yes.”

He reached deeper inside me, his fingers working their magic. Moving his lips along my skin, kissing, sucking and biting as he went, he made his way to my ear. “How much do you like it?” His voice was raspy and gravelly, and I swayed a little.

“I fucking love it,” I managed to get out before he switched up what he was doing.

He let go of me and quickly removed my

dress, dropping it to the floor. He then took hold of my hands and lifted them so they rested against the mirror near the top on either side. This meant I was leaning forward with my face close to the glass.

Running a hand down my back, his gaze shifted to what he was doing. A moment later, he crouched behind me and slowly removed my panties. I stepped out of them and waited for his next move, my breathing all over the place.

I just about came out of my skin when he gripped my ass, his fingers digging in. “Fuck, Vegas,” he growled, “your ass…” His voice drifted off, but I knew what he thought of my butt because he always told me what it did to him. Nitro loved long legs and a tight ass, and he never failed to tell me he loved mine.

“Fuck,” I cried out when his teeth sunk into one of my ass cheeks. He bit me hard, and I dropped my head, panting through the pain. Between his fingers still grasping me tightly and his teeth marking me, his touch burned right through me. He knew I loved the pain, though, so he kept going.

“Are you dripping for me yet?” he asked when he’d finished with my bottom.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror again, I nodded. “I need you inside me.” I tried not to beg, but I was pretty much ready to get down on hands and knees and plead with him for his cock.

He pushed his fingers inside me again and hissed. “Yeah, you are.” He then stood and removed his clothes as I watched every piece drop to the ground while his body was revealed to me. I’d never grow tired of Nitro’s body. He kept it in amazing shape, his muscles a visual masterpiece.

When he was naked, he flicked my bra at the back and pushed it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor at the same time that he took hold of both my breasts. “You ready?”

My core practically sang at those words.

Was I ready?

I was more than ready.

“Yes.” I didn’t even care that my answer was practically a whimper. I needed Nitro inside me now.

Keeping one hand on one of my breasts, he shifted his other hand to my hip. Moving closer, so we were skin-to-skin, he positioned his dick at my pussy. His gaze was drawn there for a moment before coming back to meet mine. He pushed his cock inside a fraction, teasing me, while dropping his eyes to roam over my body, spending extra time watching himself massage my breast.

A deep growl came from him as he stilled for a beat. A second later, his eyes found mine again, and as his grip on me tightened, he thrust inside me hard.

“Fuck,” he roared as his body pressed against mine, forcing me forwards against the mirror.

He pulled out and thrust back in, his mouth near my ear as he watched me in the mirror. I knew from the dark desire in his eyes that he was about to bring his fury to this, and that excited the hell out of me. Every nerve ending of mine fired with anticipation.