The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

In the tense silence of our foyer, instead of the two letter word I expected her to whisper, the short word she whispered was, “Yes."

She tilted her hips backward, and the tip of my dick slid right into her wetness. I froze, gritting my teeth, gnashing my jaws, fighting for control.

Saff whispered, "Oh my God. More."

And I knew I was in trouble. Because when I slid a hand into her hair, angling her head so I could lean in and kiss her properly, the tip of my dick slid right in, and she clenched around it as if trying to suck me deeper into the abyss of a torment I knew I would never escape from. "Saff…"

Her gaze lifted and she met mine directly. Her pupils were completely dilated now and her eyes were heavy lidded.

I searched her gaze as she squeezed around me, and with a groan, I slid all the way home.

She was hot. So fucking hot and tight. Flashes of the fantasy that I’d been having all week bombarded me like rain as I held on to her tight. One hand on her hair, the hand I had on her hip sliding up over her breast and squeezing. “Fuck, you are so goddamn hot."

My brain kept offering all kinds of images. Saff on top of me, her breasts in my face, the inescapable urge to suck on them. Another of Saff bent over my bed, her ass in the air, and me devouring her pussy and arse.

The hint of her taste was on my tongue, and it was like I knew how good she would be.

She pushed back against me as I fucked her. The tingle started down my spine, and all I could do was grind my teeth and stop moving. No, I was not going to come like this. Not without her.

Frustrated, she ground her ass against me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I leaned in and whispered against her ear. "We're going upstairs."

"What, we're stopping right now?"

She squeezed around me like a tight fist, and I cursed into the softness of her hair. Coconut and hibiscus mixed with her own scent, intoxicating me, and I almost fucking came. The electric buzz threatened at the base of my spine, and I forced a deep breath. “Fucking stop. I— We're going upstairs."

She whimpered and rolled her head back and forth on the wall. "Um, okay."

I turned her around and tipped her chin up so she would meet my gaze. When she did, her gaze was unfocused, aroused. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and my dick screamed to be let back in where I’d been.

“Fuck, Saff."

I bent and picked her up and wrapped her legs around me. Without any preamble, I slammed home again.

She was easy to hold, her hair cascading down her back as I braced her against the wall.

"Oh, fuck. I meant to get you upstairs."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I eased her away from the wall, because if I kept fucking her like this, I was going to come before she did, and mission or not, that was not the way I rolled.

I held her easily, my hands on her ass as I started toward the stairs. Saff wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. Her gaze searched right into mine, and it almost felt like she was looking for something. Expecting me to say something. I couldn't imagine what it was, but every step, I had to fight hard not to drop her down on the floor and just fuck her senseless.

I made it to the stairs and realized there was no way I’d make it all the way up, and fucking her on the stairs would be uncomfortable for her. So instead, I turned around and headed the opposite way into the living room. Her eyes went wide. "The stairs are that way."

“I know. I'm not going to make it," I growled.

In the living room, I skirted around the corner tables and then eased her down onto the couch. When I pulled out again, she gave me a frustrated wail. “Fucking hell, Lock."

"Easy does it. I'm hungry."

With her splayed open on the couch, it was easy to kneel before her. She started to close her legs, and I braced my arms on her inner thighs, my thumb stroking her clit. "Oh no, you don't. I'm going to eat and make you come. After I’m done with that, I’m going to fuck you and make you mine again."

Her dress was a problem, so I pulled her forward and attacked the zipper with relish. When I finally managed to get her arms out and lift the dress up over her head, I didn't bother with the strapless bra. I just plucked the cups down and leaned forward for my reward.

Blindly, I found a nipple and started to suck with enthusiasm. She tasted even better than she smelled. Sweet with a hint of spice. "Jesus, you are so soft," I murmured against her skin, losing myself. I knew this wasn’t real. I understood that. But that didn’t stop me from relishing the opportunity, even if it was just for now.