Page 93 of Red King
I shrug. “I thought you knew. Everyone knows.” I’m trying not to be short with her. It isn’t Paisley’s fault; in fact, she’s trying to be nice because sheisfucking nice. I don’t need nice. I don’t want nice. I’m not here for nice.
“We don’t have to do this tonight. There must be a lot on your mind. Tomorrow—”
“Tomorrow can stay right where it is. It’ll come soon enough. I’m here for tonight. I’m here to leave my troubles outside and to have a moment for me, Paisley. I don’t want to talk about Ice. I want to forget about him, about everything out there. All my responsibilities, all of the shit in my life. I want to use you, and I want you to use me right back.”
“Okay.” She licks her lips. “That’s understandable.”
“Areyouokay with that?”
“Yes, of course. I just thought—”
“Well, don’t.” I pull at the tie to her robe, and it falls open. My dick gets harder as her curves are slowly revealed. “Are we doing this? Or should I go home?”
I’m being an asshole.
I sigh and close my eyes for a second, scrubbing a hand over my face. Then I cup her jaw with both my hands.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m being short with you. I know you mean well. I need you. I need to be inside you. That’s all I need right now. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You have me. I’m here.” She pulls her robe all the way open and opens her legs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl. “I’ll try not to get too rough. I’ll do my best to keep my dragon—”
“It’s fine. I can take it. I can take you…all of you. Him, too.”
I want to kiss her, but I don’t. I just want sex. I want her. That’s all.
“Thank you for understanding.”
She nods.
I feel like a jerk. A grade-A asshole. I’ll make up for it. I’ll make her come harder than she ever has before.
“Did you touch yourself?” I growl.
“No.”
“Did you want to?”
She gives me the ghost of a smile. “Yes. You left me seriously hanging.” Paisley sits up and pushes me down on the bed. “I didn’t touch myself…but not because you asked me not to.”
“Oh, really now?” I grin up at her as she straddles me.
“I didn’t touch myself because I wanted to finish on your cock, and nothing else would do.”
Holy fuck!
“That sounds good. It sounds perfect.”
She unzips me, and I lift my ass so that she can pull my pants down enough for my cock to spring free.
I cup her perfect tits in my hands and knead them a little, pinching softly on her nipples. She moans.
Then I go right for the prize and rub on her clit, making her moan harder.
“Are you going to ride me?” I ask her.
She keeps rocking against my hand. Paisley nods, getting wetter by the second. Her black silk gown is half off her shoulder and doesn’t hide a thing. I push a finger inside her.
