Kingpin (Breeding #4)

“More?” I ask as my hand trails over her cheeks and to her panty-covered pussy. Wet cotton greets my eager fingertips, and I rub her there. When she moans and nods, I bring the fingers to my upper lip and rub them there. I want the smell of her cunt on me while I do this. It will be the only thing to give me some relief.

I don’t count each spank as I go from cheek to cheek. But the longer I do it, the more her hips move against me. Rising up as I come down, trying to rub her pussy against me to get her off. Her face is turned toward me, and I see the sweat around her hair. Her hands are gripping the bedspread and I can’t stand it any longer. The sight of her so turned on and on the edge of climax is enough to put me six feet under.

After one final smack, I grab the edge of her underwear and rip it off her, throwing the scraps on the ground. I plunge two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt as my thumb goes to her clit and rubs her in fast circles.

“Salvatore!” she screams as she arches up and then falls back to the bed.

I work her hard and fast, her pussy clenching me as her orgasm is like a tidal wave and takes her over the edge. There is no stopping the pleasure that’s hitting her, and she shouts in both pleasure and fear as it drowns her.

I’m a man with many sins on my shoulders, so there was never any stopping this. Stopping me. I’m on my knees on the floor behind her, spreading her legs and replacing my fingers with my mouth before she can finish her climax.

The taste of her sweet peachy cunt as she pushes back against my face is heaven on earth. My tongue is working her pussy from behind, and I grip her thighs with my hands, wanting her to sit down on me. I want to smother myself in her pleasure and have her juices run down my chin.

Her body tenses and she tries to pull away from my mouth as another climax approaches. But I growl against her and hold her tighter, imprisoning her in passion.

“Don’t you dare take your pussy away from my mouth. You’re under the mistaken impression it belongs to you. But that’s not the case anymore.”

I bite the inside of her thigh, and she shouts my name again as the next orgasm hits her.

I love her clit, licking it in long slow strokes. It slows down the frenzy that had taken over her body and allows her to relax against the bed. As I get the last few tastes of her pussy, I force myself to sit back and stand up.

I reach over and grab the dress I tossed on the bed, then kneel back down at her feet and slide them into it. I wiggle it up her thighs and over her ass before I make her stand up while facing away from me so I can pull the strapless gown up her body. When I get it around her chest, I reach round to her front and cup each breast before putting them into it. I kiss her bare shoulder as I zip it up and then hold her back to my front. I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my nose in her hair, breathing in her strawberry scent.

“Can you manage your own shoes, or do you need me to do those, too?” I ask, kissing down her neck.

There’s a shyness to her voice as she shakes her head and then answers me. “I think I can manage.”

“Let me dote on you a little longer,” I say as I turn her around in my arms and then sit her down on the bed.

I walk over to the closet and reach down to grab the shoes that go with the outfit. When I get back to the bed, I kneel down in front of her and pick up one delicate foot. I kiss the top of it before sliding the shoe on, then give the second the same treatment.

When I look up, I see that the look of anger and frustration from earlier is gone, and now in its place are questions and confusion.

“Later, angel. We’re running late,” I say, reading her mind.

She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it.

I stand up and hold out my hand, waiting for her to put hers in it. There is only a second of hesitation before she slips her small palm in mine. I wrap my fingers around hers and pull her from the bed, wrapping my arm around her waist.

I hold her close as we leave the room and then the house. She doesn’t say a word the entire ride, but I can practically hear the questions forming in her head.

Just before the limo comes to a stop, I lean over and kiss the spot just under her ear. “Patience,” I whisper as I nibble on her earlobe.





Chapter 8





Thea





I wrap my arm tighter around Salvatore as we make our way into the grand ballroom. There was a red carpet and photographers set up outside. I didn’t have my hair done or any makeup on, but Salvatore looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I guess I’ll just go for sexy bedroom look, since that’s exactly what I appear to be sporting. Somehow, without me even knowing what happened, I forgot all about the other women and babies this man might have and threw myself across his lap while he spanked me then ate me out.

God, my face burns at the memory. At least I don’t need blush to add a little color to my face. Just the thought of me sitting back on Salvatore’s face is enough to make me redden from head to toe.

I can’t believe I let my guard down like that. I’ve never been intimate with anyone in any way, and I practically begged him to do it. Do I have no shame? What if he does have a wife, a girlfriend, and children? All the same questions come flooding back, but he told me to be patient. How long do I have to wait?

Everyone is staring at us as we make our way around the room. They greet Salvatore like he’s the one in charge of the place. Maybe he is. Some people, mostly women, he introduces me to, and some he doesn’t. He doesn’t give my name to some of them, and I can tell they’re the ones he doesn’t like. He is quiet with them, and his body is tense like he’s ready to protect me.

I’ve had a couple of glasses of champagne, and every time a food tray comes by, Salvatore makes a production of stopping them and making sure I get my fill. I’ve stayed quiet and watched from the distance. It’s been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The whole thing feels like a movie.

Suddenly the tension in Salvatore’s back is like never before as a bald man approaches us.

“Perhaps this would a good time for you to use the ladies room,” Salvatore murmurs to me while keeping his eyes on the man.

“Okay,” I say, knowing this must be someone he doesn’t want me to know.

“It’s just over there on your left,” he says, pressing his hand to the small of my back to guide me in that direction.

But apparently, I’m not fast enough, because the bald man steps in front of me just before I can walk to it.

“Who do we have here, Sal?” the man leers as he looks down at me with muddy brown eyes. He’s only a little taller than me, but he looks strong. He’s got the appearance of a drug user that gets crazy strength after doing a line. He’s dressed in a suit, but it doesn’t look like he wears them often. I bet he’d be more comfortable in something dirty, but he’s attempting to be clean for a night.

Immediately Salvatore is pulling me behind him and going toe to toe with the bald guy.

“Didn’t think you were back in town, Creed. And I’m positive you didn’t get an invite to this.”