“All fucking mine,” King said to me. “Say it to me, sweetie.”
“All fucking yours,” I said with a groan. I leaned forward and put my hands to the wall. The shower water pounded against my back. My ass thrust back against his touch. He was a fingertip inside me from behind and two fingers deep in my pussy. “All fucking yours, King.”
“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” he said.
With that, his hands moved away from my holes and he gripped my hips tight. He pulled me right to him, letting me feel the engorged head of his cock as he teased it against my pussy. One good thrust forward and he was halfway inside me. I cried out, my voice bouncing off the shower tile.
It felt so fucking good.
He thrust again, finishing the rest of his cock off, plowing deep inside me. He held there, staying steady, but he rocked my hips left to right, grinding me against him. My pussy ached and felt pulses of warm tingling pleasure that forced me to my toes. With just one thrust of his cock after the first one I was already on the verge of climax. No man should have that kind of power, but King did. My body was helpless to his touch. I was forever completely under his command and control.
As he fucked me in the shower, our grunts and groans met in the air. The sound of wet skin slapping together echoed even louder. I pushed against the wall, fucking back at him, wanting it harder and wanting it as deep as he could reach. King had found a way to unlock a new wild desire inside me, one I didn’t know existed. His cock was the key and my heart was the destiny.
His hands slid up my wet body and around, cupping my hanging breasts. He stayed right there with me, fucking faster by the second. I could only stare down, looking at his feet compared to mine. Seeing him standing behind me, feeling the wildness of his cock.
I opened my mouth to let out a needed yell but my breath was stolen by another orgasm. The collision of pleasure and pressure from deep in my core. The way it exploded and sent the pleasure everywhere. Not just between my legs, but the pleasure racing up to my breasts, my head, my legs, even down to my toes. The greatest pleasure I’d ever known.
“Get ready for your King,” he growled.
His lips touched the top of my back. Then his teeth grazed my skin. He grunted each time he pounded forward. He was fucking me like we were animals. And then he started to come. Pressing forward and stopping for a second so the first pulse of cum could splash against my womb. Then he started to fuck me again. Throbbing the entire time, his cum filling me to the brim and back.
King kissed to my ear and forced me to stand. He was still inside me.
“Nothing will happen to you,” he whispered. “I’ll die for you. Know that, sweetie. If I’m your King, then you’re my Queen. Nothing could ever change that.”
I reached up and back for King. My body was shivering with pleasure. The hot water hit my chest. Droplets of warm water slipped over my nipples. That felt good. Really good. King knew how to unlock pleasure in my body that kept secret for years.
“I love you, King,” I said in a breathless voice.
“I fucking love you, sweetie,” he said. “Never forget that.”
There was something King didn’t see though. And that was my tears. I couldn’t help but fear something bad was going to happen. Why? Because something bad always happened.
But I heeded what King had said to me before. To take advantage of the moments we had.
So I did.
I stood there in the shower with my outlaw, my King, still inside me, holding my nude body, making me feel beautiful and alive.
It was the greatest moment of my life… and it led to a coming nightmare.
30
(King) *NOW*
I SAW Anderson on the side of the road with his thumb out.
What the fuck is this?
I pulled to the side of the road and Anderson grinned when he saw me.
“I ran out of gas,” he said.
“Bullshit.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “You caught me in a lie.”
“What are you trying to do right now? Blow our cover?”
“No cover to blow right now,” he said. “Nobody is around. Your entire MC is waiting for you. You were fucking Lindsey, weren’t you?”
“Fuck yourself.”
“I can smell her on you. Her soap and shampoo. Shower sex. That’s good stuff.”
“Do you want me to punch you again?”
Anderson grinned. “I need that location.”
“Where do you think I’m fucking going right now? I’ll get you your information.”
Lies. Lies. Lies.
“Good,” Anderson said. “See, in my experience, when we get to this true crossroad, voices appear. Old voices. Nasty voices. Voices that try to convince you to do otherwise. I don’t want that in your life.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Regret,” Anderson said. “You get to your table and get the information that will hurt your club. Then the voices appear. I have to silence those voices. Right now.”