Cruel Temptation (Underground Kings 1)

Quinn

He slid my pants down until they were around my ankles. The air breezing over my wet pussy had me inhaling a sharp breath. Jaxon was really going to fuck me here, on the side of the cliff, on top of the world, and anyone could climb up and catch us in the act.

“I’m going to fuck this tight cunt, Quinn, and then I’m going to fill you so full and pull your panties up, so the only choice you have as you walk down this mountain is to feel my come between your folds.” He spun me around, situating his hand between my shoulders and pressed.

My body obeyed and bent forward. My palms laid flat against the bumpy rock to hold myself steady. I turned my head to the right to get a look at where we climbed up to make sure no one was there. The worry spritzing my brain ended as he slid his finger over my slit, getting the thick digit nice and wet.

“Hurry, Jaxon. I can’t wait,” I begged. It was true, I wanted him, but I didn’t want anyone to catch us, even if the thought was exhilarating.

“Too bad. The one thing I will never do,” he paused, inserting a finger inside me, “is rush with you. I’m going to take my sweet time stroking my cock in your heat. I didn’t have this cunt for a decade. I’m going to cherish it every time and treat you like you deserve.” He slides his thumb over my puckered star, pressing, and I clenched, afraid that he was going to go inside. “Don’t worry; I’m not going to do anything. I’m just touching you, exploring your limits.” He pressed again. “Is this hole a limit, baby?”

Unable to pry my tongue off the roof of my mouth, I nodded.

“Forever or just for now?” Jaxon tested me again by rubbing his thumb around the ring but still didn’t slide inside like his fingers were in my pussy.

He wasn’t lying. He really was going to take his time with me, up here, in the wilderness, where anyone could see.

The thought of getting caught had my nails grinding against the rock, scratching little white lines against the solid stone. My pussy clamped around his fingers and sucked him in deeper, but it still wasn’t far enough. I needed his cock.

“Answer me, Quinn.”

“Just for now,” I swallowed and pushed my ass against him, needing him further inside me.

His groan was thankful mixed with impatience. I smiled to myself when I knew I gave him the right answer. The teeth of his zipper echoed through the valley, the anticipation caused my skin to shiver, and it wasn’t from the cold air caressing my flesh.

It was because of him.

He didn’t just push me for me to conquer my fears, he pushed me sexually— but in the best way. He had me out of my mind with lust. I wanted him to take me to the edge and demolish any hesitancies that I might have about sex, life, or anything else. I want him to rebuild me.

Jaxon slipped his fingers out, and before I could inhale air into my lungs, he lined his cock up with my entrance and slammed inside.

“Yes!” My voice carried louder than I expected it to. His fingers bruised my hips as he slid out and thrust forward.

He gathered my hair and yanked me back, stealing my lips in a savage kiss. His thrusts were hard, punctual, and fast. Our skins slapped together, and my whimpers were getting louder. He ate my mouth, and our teeth clanked, our tongues fought, and the kiss turned sloppy. I loved the sounds he made as he buried himself as far as he could go as if I was the best thing he had ever felt.

His fingers laced between mine and held them against the rock, the ring on my hand digging into his palm.

“Quinn,” he gasped my name, and hearing the vulnerability in his voice had my orgasm burning in my belly. I was close. “I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of my life. I’m going to live in this pussy. My cock is going to fill you every damn day.”

I tumbled over the ecstasy quicker than I thought. My muscles clenched around his engorged, fat cock, milking him into the fertile depths of my body. “Jaxon! Yes, I’m coming! Oh, god, yes. So good. Your cock is so good,” I rambled mindlessly as the orgasm melted my brain. I couldn’t stop coming. I arched my back, and my hand wrapped around his neck, tremoring around him nonstop.

He paused in between strokes as he filled me with so much come, it started to leak out of me. “Hmm,” he hummed in content, this time kissing me slow and tender like he barely had the energy but wanted to taste me one more time. “My Fiancée’s pussy could start wars it’s so good,” he said, tapping my ass as he slid out of me.

He tucked himself back in his jeans and zipped himself up. The material of my pants rubbed against my legs as he pulled them up, settling my panties first before he brought the waistband of my pants around my hips. He buttoned and zipped them for me.

I leaned away, my legs jello, and my body buzzing with the post-orgasmic glow. Jaxon was right. I could feel him leaking out of me and pooling in my panties. I had no choice but to deal with it. The fact that he had me do this was barbaric, but I loved it. Did he think it would make me smell like him, warding off other men or something?

Did he just like the idea of his come all over me? All the above?

I wanted to ask, but I was too tired. I was ready to go home, eat, and sleep.

“Alright, time to climb down,” he said.

The amazing high I felt vanished. “What? You didn’t say anything about having to go down the way w

e came! Jaxon. I can’t climb down. My legs are shaking; I’m not stable.” It was a weak excuse, but the thought of having to use that rope again made me sick.

“How weak?” he smirked while grabbing the rope to get himself ready to propel down the cliff.