King Me (Forever Wilde 7)

As I fingered myself, Dirk’s eyes got darker and darker until only the pupils were left.

He reached out and smacked my ass. “Enough.”

The man was still wearing all his clothes, but his pants were open and his thick cock jutted out under his pristine white shirttails.

God, the man was sexy as fuck. I arched my back, tilting my ass up in invitation. Dirk groaned and reached for my hips, yanking me back until my ass was against his erection. I wiggled around, trying to feel him between my cheeks. When he finally pressed the tip against my hole, I sucked in a breath in anticipation.

“Please,” I murmured for the millionth time.

His wide palm pressed against the middle of my back, holding me down firmly against the bed as his thick cock split me in two. Fuck, he felt good. With Dirk inside of me, I felt full, I felt owned in the very best way.

His body came down over the top of me when he bottomed out. “Oh god. Fuck, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Dirk’s lips dragged up my spine, and his hands gentled. Suddenly, instead of being pounded by an angry agent, I was being caressed by an affectionate lover. The change in his demeanor made my eyes smart.

“Please don’t do that again,” he repeated almost under his breath. His cock stroked in and out of my body, and I felt the graze of his heavy balls against mine when he pushed all the way in. “I was scared for you. I didn’t know where you were. They said you were in the water, and I couldn’t—” He sucked in a breath. “I couldn’t focus because—”

I scrambled out from under him and flipped over, grabbing him and pulling his muscular frame on top of me. I yanked my knees back so he could sink inside of me again.

Our eyes met and stayed locked together while Dirk resumed his slow thrusts in and out of me.

I reached up and held his face before pulling him down to kiss me. “It’s done,” I said softly against his mouth. “I should have never—”

His mouth crushed mine before I could finish, but it didn’t matter. We both knew exactly where the other stood.

Dirk’s thrusts got faster and harder, and his hand came down to stroke me off. The fabric of his suit pants scratched against my inner thighs, and his silky blue necktie fell against my bare chest. It was sensory overload in the best way. His grunts, my whimpers, the taste of his sweat on my lips… it was everything I wanted.

And I’d do anything to keep it.

The hand shuttling along my dick shattered all my thoughts until my balls drew up.

“Agh, fuck.” As soon as my orgasm hit, I heard Dirk grunt and felt him slam into me one final time.

We stayed pressed together, panting and sweating into each other’s skin until Dirk finally pulled out and climbed off me, heading to the bathroom without a word.

I turned over and curled into a ball. My emotions were flayed wide open in a way they’d never been before.

Falcon returned and wiped me down with a warm cloth, murmuring words I could barely make out, but his tone was so affectionate, so gentle and kind, I finally broke, covering my face with my hands to hide my stupid fucking feelings.

“Hey, hey, woah,” he said, moving onto the bed. He sat back against the headboard and yanked me onto his lap, reaching one arm around my waist and lifting another up to wipe a thumb under my eye. “Slow down. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not,” I said, but it sounded like a sob.

He lifted an eyebrow, and I lost it even more.

“I’m sorry,” I said again through tears. I tried to hide myself in his chest, noticing belatedly he’d stripped out of his clothes in the bathroom. “I’m just so tired. I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart, stop saying that.” Falcon’s voice was so kind and understanding, it only made me cry harder. “C’mere.”

He pulled me in for a tight hug and ran strong hands up and down my back, murmuring reassurances into my ear.

I sniffed. “Why are you being so nice to me? I don’t deserve it.”

Falcon stopped what he was doing and pulled back to look up at me. “You are hurting, and when you’re hurting, I’m always going to be nice to you no matter how annoyed I am. That’s what you do when you care about someone.”

“You care about me.” I tested the words on my tongue. They tasted so good.

“I do.”

“I just… I thought you’d hate me. I worried I’d ruined everything,” I admitted, sitting up and fully straddling his waist so I could wipe my eyes with the heels of my hands. “And I’m so tired. All I wanted was to see you and have you hold me, and… and here you are.”