Cruel Temptation (Underground Kings 1)

Holy. Shit.

His body was a work of heart. Tattoos everywhere, a cut path on either side of his hips, and his abs were so pronounced; I had no doubt that I could wash my damn clothes against him. His belt came next, the tantalizing grind of his zipper fell, and then he tugged his pants off. He was going commando, and his cock was big.

Bigger.

He stood thick from a trimmed black bush. The tip was red and angry, and he wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave it a few strokes.

I hit the damn jackpot.

“If it hurts, you tell me. We stop. Do you understand?” he grabbed the leg that had the white cast on it and placed it on his shoulder. “Does that hurt?”

I shook my head, watching him with the same intensity as he watched me. Butterflies flapped their wings in my stomach when he guided his cock through my sheath. My pink folds wrapped around him, pulling him against me in a tight hug as he used me to wet himself.

The slickness of us gliding together was music to my ears. He rubbed himself over my clit, and the sparks were too much for me to handle. I never remembered having an orgasm before, and for some reason, I was extra sensitive. My toes curled, and I tossed my head back, moaning as the orgasm electrified my body.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” he said with amazement, letting my cream slather his cock as it pulsed out of me.

“Never had an orgasm before.” I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples as my orgasm started coming to an end. I wanted it to go on forever. “I mean, I know I have,” I corrected myself. “But—”

“I know, baby,” he said, falling over to steal my lips. “And I’m glad to be your first all over again.”

I swallowed when he was seated at my entrance and pushed in slowly. It didn’t hurt, but he stretched me until it stole my breath and filled me in ways I knew no one else could. He lifted, wrapped his arms around my leg that was on his shoulder, and leaned his head against my cast.

“I love you,” he said, pulling his hips back only to push in again. It was slow, an erotic build up on pleasure that had me sinking further into a sex-induced high. Who needed drugs when I had Jaxon?

“I love you too.” I might not remember anything right now, but my heart remembered enough for the both of us.

He laid his hand over my heart as he made love to me. He was slow, careful not to thrust too hard. He was afraid I’d feel pain, but the only thing I felt was an immense amount of pleasure. His abs tensed with every stroke, and my eyes were glued to the area where we

were joined. The base of his girth was all I could see, and my eyes rolled back, knowing that beautiful cock was inside me.

“Jaxon,” his name was a warning, and my hand slapped against his chest when I felt another orgasm building. “Oh, god. Jaxon. I’m going to come.”

“Do it, Quinn. Come for the only man that has ever been able to make you come.”

Pathetic noises escaped me; I couldn’t stop how loud I was being. With every slap of his orbs against my ass, his cock spearing me, and my clit rubbing against his pelvis, I didn’t stand a chance. “Jaxon.” His name was the final straw. My muscles clenched, and I milked his cock, trying to bring him deeper.

I wanted him to live inside me to the point where I had no idea where I began and where he ended. He was a visceral part of my survival, the way a heart needed blood to beat. All I needed was that feeling to tell me whatever mistakes I had made in the past; I wouldn’t be making them again. I trusted him. Us. And this love that has lasted through time.

“Quinn. Quinn. Quinn,” he chanted my name and buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he released his hot seed.

My eyes hooded, and I didn’t have time to say another word to Jaxon as my eyes closed and I fell into an abyss, but inside that darkness, there was a face that wasn’t blurred. Someone I knew, someone I loved.

Jaxon was there, keeping me company while my mind was lost.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jaxon

Something woke me up from a deep sleep. I blinked my eyes open and gave them time to adjust. The room was encompassed in black, but something felt… wrong. I glanced down to see Quinn snuggled against me. Her blonde hair tickled my chest along with every breath she puffed. Her casted wrist reminded me of how lucky I was not to lose her. I bent down and placed a kiss on the hard-white plaster, and she rolled away.

“A-1,” she mumbled and scrubbed her nose before yanking the blanket up to her chin.

Her and that damn sauce. The fall didn’t kill her, but the crap food she ate would. I’d have to start incorporating fruits and veggies into her diet. Somehow. Someway. And I bet if she had her way, she’d pour sauce on them too.

Disgusting, but I loved her anyway.

I swung my legs over the bed and gave Quinn one last look before I stood and stretched. It was dark out, the night sky showed, and the ocean twinkled against the moon’s glow. It had to be sometime in the middle of the night if I had to guess with how dark it was outside. And if it was up to me, I’d lay in bed with Quinn all night, maybe slide back inside her slicked cunt that was still wet with my come, but I had to listen to my gut.