The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

Every cell in my body fought against that idea. Soul deep, I knew she was mine. I ran my nose along her sternum to the flat taut planes of her belly, inhaling deeply. "This scent has been driving me insane for weeks. Why do you smell so good?"

Her fingers slid into my hair, and my name fell off her tongue. "Lock, oh my God, Lock."

I kissed down her belly, marveling at the softness. Damn, my hands were shaking as I splayed her legs wide. Fuck me. A neat strip of hair pointed to the promised land, but other than that she was bare. With the moonlight peeking through the living room, I could see her arousal on her lips. I knew I was supposed to be playing a part, but to me this was real. And I dropped the act for just one moment. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about being here?” My question was soft and hopefully wouldn't be picked up on the mikes. It was a risk but I had to say it. She needed to know.

“Before I get started, I’m going to need you to tell me who's pussy this is.” I blew gently on her clit while I waited for her answer.

At first I thought she would be stubborn. But when the answer came, it was a whispered, “Yours, King.”

I smirked at her use of my last name. Suddenly, we weren't playing a game. We weren't acting for the cameras. This was real. In this moment, it was just me and Saff and the rest of the world didn't matter.

My hunger overtaking me, I dove into her pussy, wrapping my lips against her clit and sucking hard. She immediately dug her hands into my hair, holding me in position she screamed out my name.

I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top using the flat of my tongue, letting her flavor soak into me. She melted over me, tasting so damn sweet, and fuck it was all I ever wanted.

She started to rock her hips into me, and I dipped my tongue inside, fucking her with my tongue, going as deep as I could. When she tugged on my hair and dragged my face into her cunt, I growled.

Fuck yes. I licked and sucked and fucked her with my tongue and my fingers. She was open and willing and everything I could ever ask for.

I scooped my hands under her arse, holding her cheeks firm, unrelenting. When I spread them with my fingers, she froze. “Lock? What are you doing?”

“Did you really think there would be any part of you that I wouldn't touch? That I wouldn't like? That I wouldn't finger? That I wouldn't fuck?”

“Oh my God.” Her eyes widened, and she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip. I groaned watching her.

“Or do you not want me to? Don't you want me to make every part of you mine?”

She hesitated for only a second before she nodded vehemently. “Yes, oh God, yes.”

“That's a good girl.”

When my tongue flicked over her pucker, Saff let out a low, guttural moan that I could feel all the way to the tip of my cock. That was the only encouragement I needed. I went to town, licking and rimming, using my fingers over her clit in a tight circular pattern.

When her legs started to shake and she tried to clamp them over my ears, I knew what was happening. With my fingers on her clit, I slid my thumb into her pussy and rotated my wrist to find just the right angle. When I stroked her pussy and her G-spot at the same time, with my tongue rimming her asshole, she screamed my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear even without their sneaky listening devices.

With her legs still shaking, I finally came up for air, and I couldn't help the cocky smile as she lay open to me. But I wasn't done with her yet. I could lick her all day. But the way she was shaking in my arms made the blood rush to my cock, and I knew I wasn't going to last very long.

I grabbed her ass, pulling her just off the edge of the seat, and then I knelt in front of her, positioned my cock, and slid home.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. "Oh Lock… Lock."

It was easy to find the rhythm this way. I knew her body like it had been imprinted in my mind. It didn't matter if this was our first time together. I knew her. Every little shift, every little moan, I knew what it meant. I knew when to pick up the pace, when to slow it down. I knew that sliding my thumb over her clit just so was going to make her shake her head and say, "Oh no, no, no, no," as she tried to beg off another orgasm.

But then I would slow the motion down ever so slightly, just soft little strokes. Then as I picked up my pace, she arched her back, head thrashing. "Oh, shit, Lock. Oh my God…"

She broke apart under me, and I forced my eyes open so that I could watch her lips part and her eyes glaze, watch her body go taught and bow for me as the earthquakes overtook her.

I shifted positions by bringing her to the edge of the coffee table. And then gently I scooted her and rotated her over until her arse was bared to me.

I leaned my body over hers, my dick sliding against her pussy, eager for re-entry. With my hands wrapped in her hair, I bit her shoulder. “Now be a good girl and tell me who's pussy this is.”

When she hesitated, I bit her a little harder, scraping my teeth over her skin, waiting for the shudder. Waiting for her to relent. “I said, whose pussy is this?”

I gave her a sharp tap on the ass as I drove all the way home, and she screamed out my name. “Lock. Oh my God. Yours. Only yours.”

I reached around her to find her clit. Her juices flowed over my fingers, making both of us slick and wet and hot. As I gripped her ass with my other hand, I drove home again and again. Leaning over her, I whispered all the filthy things I’d been dreaming of doing to her against the shell of her ear.

When I could feel her pussy start to quiver around my cock again, I straightened and found her asshole with my thumb. As I drove home, over and over again, my balls slapping against her flesh, my thumb inside her arse, Saff came all around me.

I picked up my pace. Faster and faster, knowing I could only capture this moment in time. This moment when we were Lachlan and Saffron and nothing else mattered. And she really was mine. The trick would be holding on to her.

I was assailed by fragments of images of all of the ways I could fuck her, make her mine, claim her, and make her come, and come, and come.

The lightning was barreling down my spine in that moment, and I clamped a hand on her shoulder to hold her in place as my pace tipped into fever pitch.

I slammed into her again and again, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. And in that moment, I knew she was mine. And as I exploded hot jets of my release into her with my brain struggling to hang on to reality…

I knew I had fucked her before.