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

strokes, she knew she would come within minutes.
    “Christ, baby.” King panted against the side of her neck and never stopped pumping in and out of her. “Yeah. That’s it. Milk my cock. Get all the fucking cum out.” He grunted and groaned against her. Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined perspiration, and she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions. “You feel so fucking good.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before taking root in her clit.
    “God, yes, King.” Every time he thrust into her the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out.
    “So good, baby. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it was a sloppy, heated, and almost angry kiss.
    She tugged at his hair, loved the dampness at his scalp because he was fucking her so hard. The gritty brick abraded her back as she was moved up and then slid back down on it with every violently delicious thrust. Even though they’d already fucked, this experience was so damn erotic. Neither of them could control themselves, and as their bodies grew wetter from sweat and their touches became painfully good, she knew she’d come harder than she ever had.
    She had to be hurting him by digging her nails into his back, but all he did was grunt against her mouth, tighten his hold on her ass, and fuck her harder.
    He pulled back only long enough to look at her chest. “You have the biggest, most mouthwatering tits I have ever seen.” He still had his hands on her ass and when he spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them and touched her anus, everything inside of her tightened. “That’s it, come, Clara, because I want to see you so fucking unhinged you can’t even see straight, baby.”
    And just as she was coming he said, “But we aren’t fucking done with the conversation, Clara.”
    She felt her eyes widening as her pleasure soared. “I want you as mine, and that means you’ll have to stay in Grit.”

Chapter Thirteen

    “Y ou finally made it back,” Payne said.
    King looked back at his Prez and shrugged. It was the following morning, and he’d spent the entire night with Clara. They’d gone back to her hotel room, and he’d fucked her to the point her neighbor in the next room had complained.
    “I didn’t realize you were keeping track of me.”
    “I wasn’t. Your lack of presence was noted. Even Beast saw, and he’s always inside his pussy these days.” Payne was smoking a joint, blowing out a puff of smoke.
    “Where’s Vicky?”
    “She’s sleeping. You don’t need to worry about her.”
    “I’m not worried about her.”
    “Vicky’s worried you’re going to break Clara’s heart.”
    “So now you’re being a pussy and going to ask me not to hurt your girlfriend’s friend?” King folded his arms, staring back at Payne. “You won’t even declare Vicky as your old lady.”
    “What I feel for Vicky and how I treat her is not your problem. Vicky becomes upset, so do I. I don’t like that.”
    King snorted. “Seriously, when are you going to accept that you fucking love that girl? From the first day she got here, you couldn’t stand for another guy to touch her, and yet you let them until you had the balls to actually do it yourself.”
    Payne stood up, taking several steps toward him. “You better watch your fucking mouth.”
    King wasn’t about to stand there and take a warning from his Prez, when the only person really hurting Vicky stood right in front of him.
    “What’s the matter, Payne? Don’t you think that you not taking her as your old lady is going to hurt her? You treat her like this fucking treasure that no other brother can touch, and yet, you won’t even give her the chance to be your old lady.”
    “You know why the fuck that is.”
    “Because of some enemy? Yeah, you’re