‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 17

Be careful what you wish for.

I thought demanding Kingston to strip for me would be fun, but it’s absolute heaven and hell. Not because he isn’t a sight to behold, but because I’m fighting every impulse to keep my greedy hands to myself.

It doesn’t help that he’s taking his sweet-ass time, as though he was a stripper in another life.

I’m wet and horny all over again because of his sexy and tempting little show.

His tatted hands toy with the hem of his sweater, lifting a little and teasing me with a mouthwatering peek of his washboard abs.

A hint of black ink swirling at the top.

I squirm on the marble countertop.

“Okay there, darling?” he teases cockily, watching me cross my legs.

I open my mouth to retort.

He whips his sweater over his head in one fluid one-handed move.

My lips snap shut, brain short-circuiting.

Jesus Christ!

The size of his barrel chest is intimidating as hell without any fabric hiding it, not an ounce of fat in sight. A light smattering of hair adds to his dark appeal. His cut muscles shift and rise with his deep breaths.

The man is a bronzed and tatted devil.

Artistic and medieval symbols paint both his pecs in a beautiful trail. They swirl around his broad shoulders and travel down his arms.

Is it weird that I want to explore each one with my tongue and rub myself all over them?

Especially those steel six-pack abs.

Kingston is magnificent. My starstruck eyes roam lower to the dark trail leading to his dangerously low pants around his trim waist.

Drawn to his body, I slide off the counter and strut toward him. Once I’m close, I press my hands against the winged bird tattoo on his left pec and trace the shape. It’s so vivid and beautiful.

Another tattoo catches my attention. A royal crown sits crookedly on a skull with broken and cracked bones.

His chest rises and falls steadily while my breathing picks up from finally getting my heart’s wish. He’s cruel for hiding such a carnal body.

“I thought you wanted a striptease?” His tone is heavy with lust.

“Not anymore.” My voice is hoarse. I glance up at his rugged face, his stubbled jaw so tight it makes his angular cheeks even more striking. “I want to touch and feel you now.”

“You can.” Capturing my wrists, he inches my palm down his warm skin and clenched abs to his waistband. “After you get me naked.”

I feel his eyes watching my reaction raptly as I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. His black boxers peek out and I curl my fingers inside, pulling both pieces of clothing down.

I have to tug extra hard past his thick erection and almost stumble back when it springs free, slapping against his stomach.

Gaze widening into saucers at the sheer size of his cock, I swallow back a gasp. However, it escapes without permission.

A scary-looking Jacob’s ladder runs along his shaft, straight out of a sinful dream.

My mouth opens and closes several times.

“You’re pierced?” I croak out, making his length twitch.

How the heck did I not feel it?

The six small piercings resemble rungs for my fingers—or my tongue—to climb up his massive cock. It’s sexy to stare at, intensifying his masculinity and raw aura. However, there’s no way that will fit inside me without tearing me in half.

Kicking his boxers and pants aside, he yanks me closer by cupping my ass. “Touch my cock, Twinkle. Feel it and get that afraid look off your face. Soon, you’ll be taking every inch in every hole you have.”

Jerking out of my reverie at his sharp command, I lift my hand and cup the base near his trimmed groin, slowly stroking up his girth. I count the tiny barbells in my head, shivering at the smooth and hard texture.

Precum beads at the purple, angry crown. I swipe my thumb through the slit and bring it to my mouth before he can stop me.

The salty taste of him erupts on my tongue and I moan low in my throat.

Sucking and letting my thumb go with a pop, I look him in the eye and breathlessly say, “It’s not your inches I’m worried about; it’s what’s attached to them that’s scares me, Kingston.”

Cupping the back of my neck in a harsh grip, his hand dives between my thighs and parts my folds. Running one finger through the humiliating wetness gathered there, he lifts the glistening finger in front of my face.

“And does your pussy get wet when you’re scared, darling?” Rubbing the proof on my lips, he raises his brow. “Because to me, it looks excited to be filled with all my inches and everything else.”

Licking my mouth, I taste myself while he stares, riveted by the movement. “Everything about you excites me, even when I’m nervous. It’s become my body’s default setting.”

Dipping my fingers in my slit, I tease and edge my sensitive pussy while gazing at his strong frame. I drink in the V-cut of his hips and tree-trunk-sized thighs. There’s a snake tattooed on his upper right thigh, pointing its sharp tongue toward his groin.

Tall, carved from stone, and built like a Viking.

He’s incomparably better than the sex-starved dreams I spent countless nights having while obsessing over him.

Using my soaked fingers, I boldly circle his dick and rub my wetness all over his girth. He roughly exhales when I play with his piercings. I wonder what they’ll feel like buried and thrusting deep inside me.

Will they hurt?

Will they tease?

“Staking your claim on my cock, little vixen?”

My grip —which is far from closed around him—tightens possessively. Teasing the tip, which makes the brown in his eyes go dark, I murmur, “If my holes are yours to fuck and own, then your cock is mine too, King.”

Picking me up until I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist, he steps into the shower and slams me against the wall.

“My cock has been yours since the first second I laid eyes on you, Twinkle,” he confesses against my lips in the softest voice. “It’s yours for as long as you want it.”

The glimpse into the depth of his feelings for me sends my heart fluttering like a bird behind my ribs. Since I’m still figuring out the mess of emotions he’s awaken inside me, I fuse my lips with his and kiss him deeply.

Grabbing his pulsing cock with my free hand, I slide it between my pussy lips and rub it up and down. The blissful contact makes us groan in pleasure into each other’s mouth.

I match our tongues’ strokes to his pierced cockhead grinding against my clit.

The friction of his Jacob’s ladder against my pussy immediately drives me insane.

He thrusts in my grip roughly, biting down on my bottom lip.

“If you haven’t stopped thinking about me,” I rasp raggedly against his mouth, while teasing my entrance with his dick. “Why aren’t you inside me already? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I want to punish you before I fuck you,” he growls angrily. “And when I do fuck you, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.” Slapping my hand away, he traces his shaft between my folds. The gesture is furious, yet he all but fucks me without penetration. “Not only am I going to torment you for being a stubborn little girl, but I’m also going to punish you for pushing me away and lying about not being as far gone as I am for you.” Spanking my swollen clit with his cock mercilessly until I’m grinding and crying on him, he hisses in my ear, “You’re going to learn what it’s like to wait for the one thing you desperately crave but can’t have, even when it’s right in front of you.”

“King!”

I come again all over his cock.

And it’s just from his sinful, taunting words.

That’s how much power he has over me.

When I come back to earth, I’m clinging to him. Pressing my panting mouth against his shoulder, I taste his skin with my lips and tongue. The urge overpowers me and I lick and bite at his tattoos. His hard nipples. His collarbone, where I brand him with my teeth.

He lets me, while exploring my trembling body.

“This is the only time I’ll allow you to take this slow,” he says, dropping me to the floor. “So have your fill.”

I smile, dropping to my knees. “Yes, Master.”

Leaning forward, I swallow the head of his cock and suck the precum down my throat. Fisting my hair, he pulls at the strands until I’m gazing up at him with my mouth full.

“Just one more suck, slave.”

Why? I ask with my eyes.

“I decide when and where I want to fill you with my cum.”

Inching my palms up his thighs, I reach back and cup his ass, taking as much of his hard, veined, and pierced length as I can. He doesn’t even make it halfway before he hits my gag reflex. My eyes water when he savagely thrusts deeper.

As soon as I’ve sucked him once, he withdraws.

Before I can fall forward on my hands, he helps me up and holds me protectively against his chest.

I sigh in relief when he turns on the shower and warm water drenches us in seconds. I stare up him, smiling happily. His hair falls over his forehead, accentuating his features villainously.

His size makes me feel small and feminine.

Especially when his large hands cup my breasts, flicking the pad of his thumbs against my hard-as-diamond nipples. Bending, he latches onto one and rolls it around his tongue.

I run my fingers through his strands, arching my back to press deeper into his wet mouth. He turns and gives the same attention to my neglected nipple.

Licking a path up my breast, collarbone, to my pounding pulse, he kisses the spot. I meet his lips when he brushes them over mine.

“Here I thought showering together will save us time,” he jokes.

“You make it impossible to focus and keep my hands to myself.”

Switching off the shower, he soaps my body first before doing the same to his. Meanwhile I play with his cock, so tempted to blow him.

Except, his brown eyes narrow in warning.

“I’m not going to make you come so easily when I finally get my mouth on you.”

His lips quirk in a sexy smirk. “Is that a threat?”

“Yes.”

He tips my head back. “Is that how you thank me for the multiple orgasms I gave you, little slave?”

“Well, I wanted to thank you by letting you fuck me,” I retort. “But you’re obviously a masochist.”

“I’ve tortured myself for months,” he says in a rasping tone. “Why not a little longer?”

“Fine.” I pout and shrug. “I’ll take two more orgasms then.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “I’ve created an insatiable brat.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”