‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 21

My coat is wrenched down my arms so roughly it almost borders on violent.

I would worry if I wasn’t doing the same to Kingston.

Both of our lust for each other and the desperation to fuck are through the roof. The entire day has been nothing but one endless foreplay.

His mouth attacks mine, tongue sliding impossibly deep while his fingers tear down the side zipper of my dress. But it gets stuck and the next second, he’s using the slit in the skirt to completely rip it in two.

“I’ll replace it,” he growls without apology and flings the torn material away from my body. “Right now, I only give a fuck about being inside you.”

“Yes, please.”

My bra is next, followed by my flimsy thong, and I’m picked up like a doll. Slamming me against the front door—yes, we couldn’t even make it to the living room—my breasts bounce from the force and I dig my nails into his shoulders.

He makes no move to remove his sweater so I can feel his naked skin, his steel torso, and brick-like abs shifting underneath my palms. Instead, he pulls out a condom wrapper from his pocket, biting it between his teeth, before undoing his pants and pulling out his pierced dick.

My head almost drops from the electric pleasure when he runs the crown in my wetness. The contact sends pinpricks of heat over my entire body.

“Put it on me,” he orders, passing me the condom.

I somehow manage to tear the package and with shaking fingers, slide it on his cock. A part of me wishes to feel him bare, but I’m too scared to ask.

“Take off your sweater, King,” I plead once he’s sheathed, tightening my legs around his trim waist. “I want to feel you.”

“Later,” he roughly denies me, biting the corner of his mouth as he stares at where we’re connected. His thick girth splits my slit apart as the purple crown rubs up and down.

So illicit and naughty.

My arousal lubes up his pierced shaft. Readying himself to plunge inside me and take my pussy raw without mercy.

The cold barbells, producing delicious friction against my clit.

My stomach tightens when he aims his throbbing cock at my opening and thrusts up while bringing me down on his length. His intimidating size stings, even though I’ve been stretched and fucked around his fingers and toys all day long.

“Slow, Kingston,” I cry against the burn when just the head is in. I feel him throbbing hot and heavy. “Please.”

His molten gaze collides with mine.

“It’s been a while,” I shyly confess.

If possible, he hardens even more while the desire in his pupils intensifies into a storm. In a darkly possessive voice, he demands, “How long?”

“M-more than a year.”

He thrusts roughly at my answer, making me clutch his shoulders as another inch stretches my walls.

“How am I supposed to go slow after you told me this pussy has been untouched all this time, Twinkle?”

“Please,” I murmur incoherently.

“I’m fighting every instinct not to pull out and drive to the hilt inside you.” Hooking his elbows underneath my knees, he spreads them and pushes me harder against the wooden door until I’m completely at his mercy. “Beg me to go slow.”

It takes me by surprise, even though I shouldn’t be.

The fantasies might be mine, but he’s running the show, making them even more depraved and filthy.

“Please, King,” I rasp, licking my lips. “Push inside me slowly.”

“But I own your pussy. It’s mine.” He pulls out fully, holding himself still and poised at my entrance. The muscles in his forearms bunch and strain. “I should be able to fuck it however I want.”

“You’ll tear me. Please. Just this once.”

“Does my cock still scare you? Even after you took it deep in your throat?”

I’d be insane if it didn’t. The thick girth, the length, the piercings in his flesh… the thought of all of it inside me to the hilt sends a trickle of fear mixed with burning desire and curiosity.

“A little.” Running my fingers up his nape, I murmur, “I’m nervous. I’ve never been with a big guy, let alone one with piercings.”

“Fuck, darling. You shouldn’t utter things like this to a man hanging on to his last shred of control. Especially when I like you scared. When your sweet begging makes me hard.”

Despite his sinful profession, he slowly lowers my pussy down on his hard flesh one inch at a time. Slow and careful, watching my face for every little reaction. I gasp at the burn of being split apart, the sensation of his metal piercings filling and moving inside me. They hit nerves I didn’t know existed. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“Rub your clit for me,” he grits out, eyes half-mast.

One arm around his neck, I slip the other between our bodies and touch my clit, rubbing frantically. Kingston watches pleasure swim on my face. My pussy squelches around him when he slams me down harder just a smidge.

I wince, whimpering.

He stops immediately. “You good, darling?”

I nod, spreading my fingers in a V on my pussy where his cock is halfway in, while I stroke my thumb on my clit to ease the ache at his invasion.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes, give me more.”

“Watch,” he commands and waits until I look down before whispering filthy nothings to me. “Look at how your cunt weeps for my dick. It’s hurting, but still accepting my shaft. Watch it take every filthy inch.”

Thrusting up and at the same time, he forces me down until he drives in another two inches. I’m already stretched to capacity, yet he shows me how much more my pussy can take.

Shadows of stars dance behind my vision, yet I snap my eyelids open to stare, mesmerized, as he rolls his hips and buries himself to the hilt, painstakingly slow.

Our combined sigh of satisfaction pierces the air as we stay locked.

It’s exhilarating and intoxicating being impaled by his cock.

“You’re so goddamn tight and soaked.”

His groan ignites a fire in my core and I rock my hips against him, silently urging him to move as I adjust to his size. The painful burn is long gone.

“Master.” I meet his eyes with an innocent look of my own. “Please use me.”

“Are you ready to serve me, little slave?” he roughly demands, withdrawing until only the head is in. “I’m not going to be gentle on your fuckhole for making me wait.”

“Yes, punish me.”

A vicious thrust and he slams deep inside my pussy.

No stopping him after that.

He’s a man possessed.

I’m dragged onto his massive length like a fuck doll.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

The fullness steals my breath away straight from my lungs.

Lips curled over his teeth, he incinerates my skin with a carnal look on my bouncing breasts, the wanton ecstasy on my face, and down to my flat stomach before locking on where we’re joined.

My wet cunt drips even more arousal at his attention.

Widening his stance, he pounds into me ruthlessly, hard and unflinchingly.

I’m moaning and crying out so loud, not even the sturdy wood can keep them inside. It doesn’t even contain the obscene slapping noise his hips are making against mine. Or the thumping noise against the door, revealing just what is happening on our side.

“King! Oh God!”

I throw my head back, my palm slapping against the wood while I scratch my nails down his back.

His tongue licks a path around my breasts before teeth lock on my hard nub, flicking it teasingly. Locking my legs around his waist, his hands cup my ass, fingers digging into the crack as he sets a brutal pace.

I can’t tell where he begins or I end.

Trailing his mouth up my throat, he grunts in my ear, “Nothing could’ve prepared me for your tight pussy. It’s so fucking good, better than I dreamed. You take me so well, Twinkle.”

“I love having you inside me, Kingston.” A tear slips down my cheek. He licks it off. “Don’t stop. Give me everything.”

Marking my collarbone with a savage bite, he raises my right breast and sucks hard. Kingston gives the other one a pinch before he latches onto it, swirling his wet tongue around the nipple. He tastes them, switching between each while grinding his cock against my walls.

I clench around his girth.

His hand snakes down between us and pinches my swollen clit.

“Come for me,” he orders.

The climax tears through me, sharp and powerful, taking me by surprise. My body and psyche truly his slave.

“King! Yes… Ahh!”

I’m still riding the wave when my body floats in the air before my ass presses against a hard surface. I open my eyes and replace I’m seated on the dining table. Kingston’s cock, still pulsing inside my core.

Wrenching me to the edge, he throws my legs over his shoulders and captures my wrists under his strong hands on the table until I’m immobile.

The position tightens my pussy, pushing his cock deeper and more snug. It’s pure ecstasy for him, while I’m in for pleasurable pain every time he thrusts.

His rugged face and broad chest looms over my small, naked frame.

“Don’t you dare lower your legs,” he warns. “No matter how wildly I fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You can cry if it’s too much, but you’ll bear it until I’ve come.” Pulling out halfway, he holds me captive with his narrow gaze before shoving to the hilt in one punishing thrust.

I scream hoarsely.

Fuck. This is too much with my legs pressed tight.

He grinds the short curls on his groin perfectly against my clit before withdrawing and jackknifing in my spasming pussy again.

Leaning closer to me until I’m folded in half, he uses his grip on my wrists as leverage and thrusts like a cruel sadist. He’s reveling in my submission, my cries, the flush on my cheeks.

“Christ! I didn’t think you could get tighter.” His harsh voice sounds pained. “Yet here you are, choking and milking my cock like a virgin.”

“It’s too much, King.”

“Too much?” he taunts cruelly. “Then you won’t survive what I plan to do after this, little slave.”

“What are you going to do to me, Master?”

“Make you.” Thrust. “Beg.” Grind. “For mercy.” Thrust.

Crushing his lips against mine, he swallows my whimpers while pounding and impaling me with his dick. His mouth bruises mine, nipping and drawing blood.

Air becomes secondary as he uses my mouth the same way he’s using my cunt.

He keeps using my pussy until I’m certain he’ll break it from his savagery.

The unapologetic and domineering way he demands my surrender sends a rush of euphoria in my veins. He’s breaking me into pieces and putting me back together.

Everything I’ve secretly desired in the darkest corner of my heart…

He gives it all to me.

I’m once again picked up, thrown down on the floor this time. Flipping me onto my stomach, his clothed chest covers my naked back and he turns my face sideways.

His godly cock pierces my pussy, shunting me up the floor.

“King!”

“Fuck! Dammit!” He curses, fucking me hard and fast. “You turn me into a motherfucking animal, little vixen. I can’t stop.”

“Don’t,” I shout. “I can take it.”

“Filthy little slave.” Circling my throat, he twists my arms behind my back with the other and ruts into me like a beast.

I don’t even care if he leaves permanent marks.

I just never want him to stop.

“Clench that cunt,” he growls in my ear. His thrusts, becoming erratic and short. Grinding deep in my womb, he says, “Harder. Make me come. Milk my cock for what it’s worth.”

I squeeze around him with all my might.

His fingers choke my neck just as he lets loose a roar and climaxes on a string of curses. His hips buck against my ass, fingers bruising my wrists as he empties inside the condom.

The disappointment of his cum not flooding my pussy takes me by surprise.

His harsh breath ruffles my hair as he stays buried, barely softening in my channel. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me until he pulls out and lies beside me.

I’m dragged against his chest after I hear him throw the condom away.

Soft kisses are peppered along my shoulder, my neck, and the top of my forearm before he turns my body and tilts my chin up.

“Are you okay, darling?”

“I’m more than okay, King,” I say with a big goofy grin. “That was the best sex of my life. I love that you didn’t treat me like a porcelain doll, afraid of breaking me.”

He traces my lips with a finger, while staring at me with a soft and contented smile. “If I ever do something you don’t like, all you have to do is say stop.”

“I know.” I kiss his fingertip. “I trust you, Kingston.”

Cupping my cheek, his gentle and swoony kiss spreads warmth through my chest. Without stopping, I push him to lie on his back and straddle his waist.

“Kingston?”

“Yeah, darling?”

“Next time, will you fuck me bareback and come inside me?”

His hands pause their exploration on my thighs and he sits up. “Say that again.”

“I want nothing between us” I whisper, afraid he might not want it. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

Grabbing my throat, he forces me to meet his gaze which I lowered in nervousness. “You want me to creampie your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Think twice, Twinkle. Because I won’t be able to go back from this. It’ll be impossible for me.”

“I want it.” My tone is confident and seductive. “I want to feel you come deep inside me, again and again.”

“Such a kinky little thing.” His lips curl into a smirk. “You can forget sleep tonight.”