Page 101 of Red King
I frown. “What are you doing?” I widen my eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m liking it.” She’s beautiful. Her nipples tighten as my gaze dips to her chest before returning to her face.
“Just getting us back on track.” She undoes her jeans, pulling them off together with her underwear. “I’m enjoying having sex with you, Arctic, but if we get emotionally attached in any way, it’s going to have to end. I arrived here last night as your friend. I knew you needed someone. And I mean it; I’m so glad it was me, but I need to leave as your fuck buddy and as your employee. We kind of crossed the line. I crossed the line, but I think we can get back on track.” She lifts her brows.
“Yeah, of course. I agree completely.” I point at my cock jutting from my body. It’s how I woke up. “I’m ready,” I tell her unnecessarily.
“You’re always ready, Arctic.” She grins at me.
I lift her legs up, putting them both over one shoulder. Her slit is a beautiful pink. So sexy.
I lick my fingers and then thrum her clit with my thumb. Not too hard. Not too fast. Just right.
It doesn’t take long before Paisley is dripping wet and making the most amazing noises. She cries out when I slide a finger inside her.So fucking tight.I put my thumb back on her clit and press while I finger her carefully.
My cock is throbbing. My balls are tight.
“Fuck me already,” she groans.
I keep rubbing ever so softly on her clit, while I thrust into her with punchy little movements that have her crying out.
“Yes. That’s it,” she moans.
I start fucking her. Her tits bounce with every thrust. Deep and fast from the start. I hold her legs closed and up in the air so that she’ll feel me acutely. It sure is tight inside her sheath, and it feels so fucking good.
So amazing.
There’s something there, though. Another feeling inside my chest that I can’t quite put my finger on. I ignore it.
I’m working both her channel and her clit. She’s panting and mewling. By now, I’m grunting with every thrust.
My balls are in my throat. I rub on her clit. Paisley gives a startled cry as her channel starts to flutter around me. Then her back bows and she grabs at the sheets. Above my shoulders, her toes curl, and her pussy clenches tight around me.
Paisley screams my name as I start to come.
I’m normally better at holding on. I roar as pleasure rips through me. I crouch over my middle and jerk into her tight heat. I grunt like a beast.
I take, and so does she. This is fucking at its finest. It’s exactly how we wanted it to be between us.
Disappointment.
Yep, that’s it, alright. I realize with a start that I’m feeling disappointed, and it’s so fucking stupid. I need to stop and right now. Especially since Paisley is right. I need to pick a Tribute. The Council won’t accept anything less. I don’t think they’ll accept Paisley. Steel was right. In fact, I know they won’t.
I shouldn’t even be thinking along these lines.
I pull out, but only long enough to flip her onto her stomach.
“One more time, and then I’ll make you breakfast,” I tell her.
“One more time, and then I need to go.” She looks at me from over her shoulder, a sexy smile playing on her full lips.
“You said you took the day off.”
“I did, but I slept well. Better than I thought I would. I’m fine. I should go in.” She cocks her head and narrows her eyes at me. “Unless you don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m fine.” I grin. “All good.”
“Then I’ll go and help Dr. du Pont. It’s the right thing to do.” She looks at me pointedly, like maybe she isn’t talking about work anymore.
The feeling is back, but I ignore it. Instead, I thrust into her, my mind going blank with pleasure as I begin to move.
