The Silver Swan (The Elite King's Club 1)

I think I bit off more than I could chew with Bishop. He slaps my ass again, this time harder, the sting belting across my sensitive cheek. “Ouch!” I squeal, my back arching and my ass pushing against his cock. He wraps his hands around my sharp hipbones, the tip of him lining up against my channel. Running his hand over my tailbone before going up my spine, he eventually rests his hand on the back of my neck. He squeezes it tightly and then sinks into me. I squirm at the invasion of his length, allowing myself to slowly open for him, clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Once he’s in me, I push back against him. “Harder.”

He pulls back and then slams into me. A loud moan escapes me at the feel of his tip hitting my cervix. Arching my back, he wraps my hair around his wrist, tugging on it until my head bends backward. He wraps his other hand around the front of my throat, his cock continuing its brutal assault on my pussy. He runs his tongue down my temple, his grip around my throat tightening. His other hand comes down between my legs, and I moan again as his thumb presses circles against my clit. My thighs clench, my stomach filled with heat so hot it could be lit in blue, and then I explode around him, my body wracking, my vision shaking so badly colorful dots dance around my room. He pulls out, flips my sweaty body around, and then lies on top of me, his heavy body pressing mine into the bed.

“Fuck,” I whisper hoarsely.

“Yeah, babe, you just got fucked.” He runs his nose down from my forehead, over my nose, and then his mouth drops onto mine, leaving the taste of myself on the back of my throat. He squeezes my breast, his legs opening me wide, his thick cock rubbing over my clit as he grinds into me in slow circles, slowly working my body up again. His hand comes to my inner thigh as he stretches me wide before slipping inside of me. His mouth comes back to mine, his tongue clashing, rubbing, and licking everywhere. Owning every single inch of me without being too much.

He groans, pulling back and then slamming into me again, my boobs bouncing and my head smashing against the headboard as he rides my body like a wave. His hand comes to my throat as his other comes to my hair, wrapping it around his fist and tugging on it. That sets me off even more as I push up, meeting his every thrust. He grinds himself back into me, all while his mouth never leaves mine, his tongue not stopping its intense caresses. His pelvic bone hits my clit every time he descends back inside me. Picking up his pace, he pounds into me harder until I’m screaming his name through my sore throat and I’m exploding all over him again, his cock pulsing its release. I grind against him, milking every single drop of him. A side of me, a side I haven’t ever opened before, wants to fuck the soul out of him.

He drops down on top of me, his lips brushing over the side of my slippery neck. My eyes slowly shut as I turn, taking the sheet with me, and lay into his arms, where I fall asleep.

“MADI!” TATUM WAVES IN FRONT of my face as I close my locker.

“Oh, what?” I ask, locking it and tucking my books under my arm.

“I said, did your dad know about the party when he got home this morning?”

We head down the hallway on our way to English. It’s the only class Tatum and I share together.

“Um, no,” I answer, trying to avoid her eyes. “Truthfully, Dad wouldn’t care. As long as we stay away from his liquor cabinet and my gun cabinet, we’re good.”

“Oh!” Tatum replies, running her hand through her hair. “So how was the rest of your night, anyway? I haven’t seen you since Bishop whisked you off in his car and you avoided my texts all weekend. Did I do something wrong?”

Huh, what? I stop outside our next class. “Why would you have done something wrong?”

A guilty flush flashes over her face and recognition comes to me. “You and Nate.”

“I mean…” she corrects, “we sort of….”

“What?” I whisper-yell, gripping onto her arm and dragging her to a private corner. “You did not.”

She nods, a puppy-like smile on her face. “I did.”

“Tatum….”

Her hand comes to my arm. “It’s okay, Madi. I know who Nate is. I’m not stupid. I wanted to get rid of it, and he was obviously the perfect guy to do it with.”

My eyes narrow. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be so sure of that, T.”

She waves my comment away. “Oh please, I know I’m just another notch on his belt. It’s fine. It’s why I chose him.”