Dynasty (Boys of Winter 1)

He raises a brow, a wickedly excited grin stretching across his face, and within a second, I’m flipped onto my back with my legs up around my head as he slams deep inside me, so much deeper than I would have managed on my own.

I grab a cushion and shove it into my mouth to keep myself from screaming out as I watch his body grind and roll with each thrust, the moonlight shimmering against his side and showing him off like a priceless work of art.

King doesn’t look up at me, just keeps his stare on my aching pussy, watching as he rams inside of me and making me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.

His thumb presses down over my clit and as he rubs tight little circles, my pussy clenches around him, and just like that, my world explodes. I throw the cushion away, not giving a shit if I wake everyone and scream his name. “FUCK YES, KING!”

A deep growl comes tearing out of him as he comes hard, sending hot spurts of deliciousness shooting inside of me, but he doesn’t let up, keeping his heavy cock moving in and out as my body convulses beneath him, his thumb still working my clit like a fucking wizard.

As I come down from my high, King releases my legs and scoops his arm around my waist. Keeping his cock buried deep within me, he adjusts us on the couch so that I straddle him once again, and not being able to help myself, I slowly rock my hips back and forth as I desperately try to catch my breath.

King grabs my chin and forces my face to his before crushing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss, something I definitely wasn’t expecting from him, but I’m not stupid enough to reject it. I kiss him back, our tongues fighting for dominance, but when it comes to a guy like King, there’s only so much control he’s willing to give up.

I keep my hips rolling over his, and as he kisses me, his hand slips between us and he rubs lazy circles over my clit, instantly bringing my body back to attention and winding me up all over again. “Did you get what you needed?” he asks, his lips moving down to my neck and roaming over my sensitive skin.

I think about it, wanting to give him an honest answer, and as I do, I can’t help but feel as though I completely took my control back. I claimed that part of me that I felt was missing, and the old Winter is right here, ready to pick up where she left off.

“Yeah,” I whisper, tilting my head back and loving the feel of his tongue roaming over my neck. “I sure fucking did.”

“Good,” King murmurs, pressing harder against my clit as I pick up my speed.

My orgasm sneaks up on me, and before I know it, I’m coming on his cock again, my pussy clenching down and convulsing around him. I ride it out, and the second I’m done, I climb off his lap without a word, press a kiss to his cheek, grab my clothes, and walk away as I feel his warm come seeping out of me.

I make my way up to the spare bedroom, no longer desperately needing the lights on, and take a quick shower. Then despite feeling like myself again, I get dressed into Carver’s shirt and sweatpants before slipping back out of my room and making my way across the hall.

Carver wakes as the light from the hallway shines upon his face, and just as he had the night before, he pulls back the blankets and I slip right in, feeling like the worst kind of bitch as I still feel the welcome ache of his best friend between my legs.

CHAPTER 19

My hand skims over the banister as I make my way down the impressive stairs and hit the bottom feeling like I’m ready to get my life back on track. I just need to find my bike and find a new vice to rely on because those fuckers took my brass knuckles, but I will be getting them back. I don’t know how or when, but mark my words, I will.

I make my way into the main living area and my eyes instantly scan over the couch where I’d worked out all my issues on King’s cock last night and I struggle to keep the smirk off my face.

Fuck, that was a good night.

I walk deeper into the house and come into the kitchen where I find both Cruz and Grayson sitting up at the massive dining table, Grayson with a feast before him while Cruz just sips on a coffee. I stop for a second, not having expected to see anyone up at this time.