King (Grit Chapter Book 2) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow

bored real easily.”
    “You’re going to talk about Vicky now?”
    “We were in the same room when she was screaming like a banshee riding the Prez’s cock.”
    “That’s different.”
    “No, it’s not.”
    Pulling her hands above her head, he reached between them to finger her swollen clit. The instant he touched her nub, her pussy tightened around his cock, making it impossible for him to pull away from her. He wanted answers, and he wanted to bargain with her.
    Clara had a history of just getting up and leaving. Vicky told him that she sometimes got informed when Clara was on the road, but rarely did her friend say goodbye.
    “She doesn’t do goodbyes. She says that saying goodbye means she’s not coming back, and she has every intention of coming back.”
    He’d seen the pain in her eyes. She loved her friend, and it hurt her every time Clara disappeared.
    “I want you to stay.”
    “What is it with everyone begging me to stay?”
    King slammed his dick back inside, watching the pleasure cross her face. He was going to get his answers one way or the other, and if making her wait for release got him what he wanted, he was going to do it. “What is it with you fighting it?”
    “You can’t force me to stay in Grit.”
    “I know I can’t force you. It doesn’t mean I can’t try and persuade you.” He paused with his dick deep inside her. This was the better time than any to have this conversation. She was distracted, pinned, and he could get what he wanted from her.

Chapter Twelve

    C lara didn’t want to talk about leaving, not at a time like this. Truth was she wanted to settle down, had even thought of staying in Grit and seeing where this went with King. But she was afraid. She’d been traveling the country her whole adult life, and finally calling a place home again seemed a little weird. It also didn’t help that she didn’t know King all that well aside from them having sex, but their connection was undeniable.
    “You’re making this worse.” She hadn’t meant to say anything out loud but as soon as the words left her, King stopped and pulled back enough that he could see her.
    “I’m making this worse because you don’t want to stay, or you want to so fucking badly it scares you?”
    She felt her mouth part but didn’t know how to respond.
    “I know you feel this with me, too.” He started thrusting slow and easy inside of her. “I know you want to see where this goes, but you’re fucking scared.”
    “I don’t want to do this right now.” And she didn’t. This was getting too deep. “I just want you to fuck me, King.”
    “You want me to stop talking about it?”
    She nodded, but she knew it wasn’t believable.
    “I’ll stop for right now, but this isn’t fucking over.” He stared right in her eyes. “You want me to fuck you until you don’t have to worry about anything else?”
    She nodded, needing it.
    “Fine, then you got it, baby.” He started thrusting in and out of her hard and fast, and she moaned.
    He fucked deeply, never stopping, never relenting. Instead he latched his mouth onto her breast and sucked her nipple until her clit pulsed and more wetness spilled from her. Over and over he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him—she actually was.
    “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
    He was pressed fully against her, gripped the cheeks of her ass, and held her like she weighed nothing at all.
    Mouth parting on its own when she felt his length slip through her slit, Clara wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him brutally. It was like a floodgate was opened and all of her passion, desire, and need for King came bursting through. Clara had to stop the kiss and gasp at the feel of being stretched so fully by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe King and when he started thrusting in powerful