“Yeah? Well maybe I can finish it.”
King touched my face. A second later we were kissing. I couldn’t control myself around him. As sad as it was, it took me a few seconds into kissing him to figure out if I had a boyfriend back at college. Luckily at that time I was still single.
So we kissed.
King broke the kiss a few seconds later. “Hold on a second, sweetie. Let me wash up a little here.”
I stood up and fixed my shirt. I licked my lips and tasted King. Between my legs I was a mess. At least we were in the open though. If we were in a bedroom…
King walked to a sink and washed his hands. He then walked back to me holding a towel, drying his hands off.
“That’s better,” he said. “I’d rather get you messy in other ways, sweetie.”
A second later he grabbed me by the waist and put me on the hood of my car.
I let out a cry when his lips touched my neck and kissed right back up to my mouth. I matched him kiss for kiss, making up for every day that had gone by since we last had the chance to kiss.
I felt his right hand slip up my shirt and over my left breast.
“Tell me,” King whispered with our lips touching. “How many guys have you been with?”
“Why?” I asked. “You jealous?”
“Maybe I am. I don’t want anyone having this pussy but me. It’s all mine.”
“Then do something about it,” I said.
“Give me a number,” King growled.
“Not a chance. I don’t kiss and tell.”
King gritted his teeth. “Don’t fuck with me, sweetie.”
“Oh, I’m fucking with you, King. What are you going to do?”
I loved tempting him. I loved flirting with him.
But I forgot who he was.
He was fucking King.
King turned and grabbed a chain. He pulled it, closing the door of the garage bay. He then walked to a side door and shut that.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
King looked at me with wild eyes. “You’re going to pay me for looking at your car, sweetie. And I don’t take cash, check, or credit.”
He was between my legs a second later, opening my jeans.
I leaned back on the hood of my car, letting him touch me. “What do you accept as payment?”
King’s eyes met with mine. “Pussy.”
My entire body shivered. Nobody talked like that to me. Even tough college guys who were drunk couldn’t do what King did to me. He was so ruthless and so bold. And it all turned me on.
King took my jeans right down to my ankles. He slipped his fingers between my legs, rubbing against the growing wet spot on my panties. I wore a light green color panty and the dark wet spot was obvious. He moved his hands up and grabbed the top of my panties, wasting no time in peeling them down my legs.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
“That’s right, sweetie. Start praying. Pray that nobody catches us fucking. Because I won’t stop. Pray that your body can still handle a real man with a real cock. Pray for whatever the fuck you want.”
King grabbed at his jeans, unzipping them.
“No, wait,” I said. “I want to get it…”
He put his hands to my legs as I reached into the open zipper of his jeans. If there was any way that King could become even fucking hotter, I had discovered it. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. It was just jeans… and then cock.
I pulled him free, feeling the smooth hardness of his shaft. He knew how big he was and he was well aware of how good he was at using it. Part of me hated that about King because he was cocky about it. Then again, if it was big, felt good, and he knew what to do with it, why did it matter?
I lined him up to my slit and looked him dead in the eyes.
It was just one of those moments between us. In my heart I lingered for the idea that we would end up together and all of this would become a sense of normalcy for us. But I knew the murder of Tito was still on his mind and there was no way he’d ever let that go.
King thrust forward, entering me.
He was the only man I let inside me without protection. Because I trusted him. He was the only man that could fuck me, pleasure me, and love me all at the same time.
I took each wicked thrust of his body, my groaning voice echoing through the garage.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and I pulled him close.
We were hugging and fucking.
“I love you, King,” I said as his beautiful cock slid back inside me with intense force.
“I fucking love you, sweetie,” he growled back at me.
It was only a couple months later I found out he was in prison… and to be sentenced to death.
32
(King)
*NOW*
I LEFT THE LOT FIRST.