King (Grit Chapter Book 2) (7 page)

“Good. I’m glad. So, what are you doing here?”

“I was thinking you could come for a ride with me.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“To the clubhouse for sex?”

King gave her a wink. “I like your thoughts and if that’s what you want I’m game, but I was thinking just a ride first,” King said. “Climb on.” He handed her an extra helmet.

“This better be worth it,” she teased.

“Trust me. I’ll make it more than good for you.” He watched as she put her backpack on, placed the helmet securely on her head, and then climbed on the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Okay, hot shot, what now?”

“Now, you hold onto me, and I show you how good this can be.”

He pressed on the gas, drawing up his clutch, and they jerked forward. Clara gave a little squeal, holding him a little tighter. “Don’t forget to hold onto me, baby.”

“Asshole. You did that on purpose.”

King wanted her holding onto him a little tighter, squeezing him.

His cock was already rock hard. The woman had been working all day, and her scent was driving him wild. What the fuck was wrong with him? She still smelled fucking sweet.

This time when he started to drive his bike, he did it slowly, and they rode around the parking lot. Clara chuckled.

“You’ve made your point. Ride a little faster, buddy. I want to know you mean it.”

“Do you mean the bike or my dick? I’m happy to use both.”

“Show me what you can do on the bike, and we’ll get to your dick later.” She reached down, taking hold of his cock. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t think?”

He groaned, but he took her on a ride. She was one hell of a little minx, that was for fucking sure.

Gathering speed, he pulled out of the parking lot and rode along the main road. She didn’t let go of his dick, rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans. When they were out of the main town of Grit, he picked up his pace.

Clara had no choice but to hold onto his waist. “This is it, King.”

He wished he could see her.

Instead, he had to be happy with her excited squeals instead.

For twenty minutes he rode fast, making her scream, gripping his waist as she held him tighter.

Finally, he pulled into a spot near the mall where a lot of teenagers usually went to fuck around. Yeah, he never said he was a gentleman or that he wanted privacy. He just wanted seclusion, and this place offered it for the most part.

Turning off his bike, he waited for her to climb off, and then he was there. Grabbing her arms, he pushed her back until she hit the wall. No one would see or hear them, but he wouldn’t have cared either way. King new this place better than anyone. From the moment he was part of the Soldiers, he’d made sure to know everything, and everyone. It was why he was giving the part of being VP.

Claiming her lips, he plunged his tongue into her mouth as she moaned.

“King,” she said, the sound muffled by his kiss.

“You’ve been fucking torturing me, and now you’re going to reward me.”

He slid his hand inside her jeans, finding her soaked panties. This woman was a fucking dream. There was no way he was ever going to let her go.

No fucking way.

A
gasp left Clara when King latched his mouth onto hers.

His kiss was hard, demanding. It was exactly like the man King was. He tilted her head, controlling her so that she was helpless against him, that he was the one kissing her like he owned her. King was every kind of bad for her, but at this moment, at this exact time, all she could think about was how his mouth on hers was doing wicked things to her body.

The cold, rough surface of the brick wall met her back as he pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching her between him and the building. His hands slid down her hips and around so he was cupping her ass. He gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged it up until it was bunched under her breasts. He then pushed her pants and panties down. He dropped down to his haunches so that his warm breath blew across her bare folds, and all Clara could do was groan in pleasure. Maybe she should have stopped this, but she couldn’t help herself when she was with King.

“Spread for me, baby.” She did as he said and then he gripped the back of her knee and brought it over his shoulder. His mouth was suddenly on her cleft, his tongue parting her folds as he ate her out. Knowing that anyone could see them at any given time was surprisingly erotic and turned her on even more. With his hand on her ass, he started to squeeze the flesh at the same time his tongue dipped into her opening. It hurt slightly but also felt so damn good.

He fucked her with his tongue and it took everything inside of her to hold herself up. The rough scrape of the brick on her back added a hint of pain to the unbelievable ecstasy he was bringing her. The hand that had been gripping the back of her knee snaked between her thighs and as soon as his thumb touched her clit, she came.

A low, keening cry left her and she speared her hands in his hair and shamelessly ground her pussy into his face.

Damn, he knows how to work it.

The grip she had on his hair was hard and she knew it had to hurt him, but his groan told her he liked it. He gave her pussy one last long lick before standing. She saw the glossiness on his mouth, and knew that it was his pussy cream that had made it like that.

He kept his hands on her ass and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of his erection against her belly. He pressed his lips against hers, ran his tongue along the seam before plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself on him, and it turned her on even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but he stepped back almost right away.

“I want you on your knees, hands behind your back.” His command was rough and held no room for argument.

Clara swallowed, feeling her pulse increase and her pussy become so damn wet. It was like she hadn’t just had an intense orgasm. Her pussy clenched for something substantial, for something that only King could give her.

“Just do what I say, Clara.”

The way he was exerting his dominance, as if he just expected her to submit, was so damn arousing she couldn’t help but give him what he wanted.

She dropped to her knees and felt the hard, gravel-laden ground dig into the flesh of her knees. The thick jut of his cock was right in her face and she looked up at him.

“Give me your hands, baby.”

She brought her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, doing what he commanded. She wanted to do whatever he said. The way he looked down at her, how he ran his fingers along the edge of her face, tracing her cheekbones, her chin, had her feeling as if she was the only woman in the world for him, or, at least, this one moment in time. Hell, they’d been around each other for such a short time, but it had been the most intense experience she’d felt thus far. In all her travels she’d never wanted a man like she did King. He was wrong for her, so very wrong, but a part of her wanted it badly.

He took himself in hand and brought the head to her mouth, teasing her, making her hungry for him. The tip brushed against her lips and she immediately opened her mouth. She used her tongue to tease his cock head and licked up the thick vein that ran on the underside of his shaft. He groaned his praise, told her how good she felt, what a good girl she was, and that made her hotter, wetter. Clara started moving her head up and down, doing exactly what he liked, what he ordered from her, because she wanted his cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it, to taste it filling her mouth. He may have her on her knees, submitting before him, but at this moment, she held the power.

K
ing stared down at Clara as she bobbed her head on his cock. She tightened her lips around his shaft and then glided her lips down as far as she could go. He loved the feel of the tip of his dick meeting the back of her throat. Each time she took him into her mouth, the farther down she went.

“You’re like a little fucking dream, aren’t you?” he asked.

What was it about this woman that drove him wild? He didn’t even know her, not really. She was just some woman, and the club was full of different kinds of women. He loved fucking them, and with the club, he was always guaranteed variety but easy pussy. That’s what he loved, easy pussy. Clara wasn’t necessarily easy. She didn’t spread her legs for any dick that swung her way. King probably shouldn’t be pleased about that, but he was. He’d fucked plenty of pussy during his time—none of them were worth settling down for.

Settling down?

“Do you love sucking cock?” he asked.

She moaned, shaking her head at the same time.

Pulling out of her mouth, he watched as she licked the tip.

“I think you’re lying.”

“I don’t like sucking cock.”

“You were going at mine like a starving woman.”

“I know. Isn’t that strange, considering I don’t like doing it, but with you, it’s so fucking hot.” She sat back on her knees. The gravel digging into her knees, and he couldn’t wait another second.

Gripping her arms, he eased her up and sank his fingers into her hair. She tasted so damn good.

“Um, you still have the taste of my pussy on your lips,” she said.

Pressing her back up against the wall, he spread her legs. Her jeans were already gone, so it was easy to get her into position.

“You like a little bit of pain, a little bit of danger, don’t you, baby?”

“You’re about to fuck me out in the open, what do you think?”

He loved her sassy mouth. Tilting her head back, he claimed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His cock pressed against her ass but at that moment, he was more interested in her lush lips. They were so thick and beautiful. Her lips looked amazing wrapped around his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her lips.

“Fuck me, King.”

Gripping his cock, he found her wet entrance and started to slowly sink in deep into her pussy.

They groaned together as he filled her tight little hole.

“Feels so good,” she said, moaning.

“That’s right, baby, so fucking good.”

“Wait, you didn’t put on a condom.”

He growled. “Fuck, I’ll pull out.”

“What the hell? You know you can still get pregnant like that.”

“I thought you were safe.”

“I am safe. Fuck, it doesn’t matter.”

He silenced all of her protests by slamming his cock deep within her pussy. She cried out. Grabbing her hands, he pressed them above her head and started to fuck her. Only their hands were pressed against the wall—he held her away from the rough brick. He liked his sex hard and rough but he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“You’re so fucking wet. You can’t go anywhere. I’m addicted to your pussy.”

She gasped and chuckled. “I doubt I’m the first woman to hold your interest with this.”

Biting onto her neck, he flicked his tongue over her rapid pulse. “I’ve had a lot of pussy, and none of them have been as tight and as wet as yours.” He pulled out, glancing down to see her cream glistening on his naked shaft. “I’ve never fucked another woman without a rubber on. I take care of that shit.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He silenced her again with the pounding of his cock. King was starting to figure this woman out. She loved to be in control, she didn’t like to be controlled, but also, she was afraid of connecting.

King wasn’t going to give her the chance to run away.

“Vicky says you get 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.