‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 29

“I want you to come… riding my foot.”

Shock grips my bones and I blink up at Kingston. I’m kneeling at his feet while he sits on the couch, one arm casually thrown and stretched out over the back.

“I gave you an order, little whore,” he says with force.

We’re sinking into the deep end of humiliation and hardcore.

Something is terribly wrong if I’m squirming in need at his debasing order. I stare at his shiny black leather shoes, still rooted to the spot in shock.

“I can smell your arousal, filthy girl,” he rasps in a low, devious voice, running a finger down my cheek. “Be a good little slut and rub your dripping pussy on my foot. Make it glisten with your juices.”

There’s no hiding the pink blush spreading over my skin.

Yet he never once looks away from my shy eyes.

His cock forms a tent in his pants, reveling in my shame and torment.

Deep inside, I’m loving every second of my debasement. So, I murmur, “Okay, Mr. King.”

I crawl closer just as he slides his leg between my thighs and the edge of his shoe comes in contact with my pussy. The first touch makes me hiss. He slowly rubs his foot against my slit, pressing deeper until it teases my clit, and I moan silently.

“Don’t be shy.” His tone is husky and rough with a dirty glint in his irises. “Take what you need.”

Taking my wrists, he places one on his thigh and the other flat on the cushion. Curling my fingers, I use his upper leg as leverage and slowly roll my hips, slicking his right shoe with my arousal.

I’m so wet, he can hear the indecent sounds.

He tilts his feet up just a fraction, and it brushes against my clit in the perfect way when I ground myself. The taboo feel of the moment has me glancing down as I grind and rub myself over and over against him.

The hardness and smoothness of the leather feel like heaven on my pussy.

Suddenly, a hand threads in my hair and tugs back sharply. Kingston’s hard gaze crashes into mine. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

I gasp out, “Okay.”

“Do it harder.” His free hand snakes to my breast and twists my nipple between his index finger and thumb. “Let me hear those sweet cries.”

His hold on my hair disappears and I see him from my periphery unzipping and pulling out his cock. The crown is purple and glistening from his precum. Forcing my head down, he thrusts halfway into my mouth.

“Circle your tongue around the tip.” I obey, tasting his velvety skin. “Suck and feel how hard I am. Fuck… just like that.”

Wrapping my fist around him, I stroke him and gulp as much of him as I can while grinding my slit harder against his foot. He swells in my throat when I take him to the back and swallow, making him moan loudly.

Peering into his half-mast eyes, I spit until he’s as messy as the mess I’m making below. His shaft pulses on my tongue in response, making me feel powerful. Curling his lip, he forces my head down as he thrusts up.

My nose smashes against his trimmed groin, his cock choking my throat as he cuts off my oxygen. The helplessness makes me dry hump him faster and harder. I gurgle and moan on his throbbing girth while he watches me fight for air like a madman.

“Such a perfect fuck doll.” He withdraws and I cough, drool running down my chin. I can only imagine the mascara painting my cheeks. One gulp of air is all I’m allowed before he’s deep throating me again.

Savage.

Brutal.

Harsh.

My eyes roll back in my head in pleasure when he angles his shoe and flicks it up and down my pussy. Hard enough not to hurt me, but sufficient to build the ache only he can remedy.

“Is your cunt aching, little slut?” he taunts. “Are you going to come on the floor? Or do you want my cock to split your tight hole open?”

His dick keeps pistoning, refusing to let me answer.

I beg with my eyes for him to fuck me.

Bruise me.

After one final thrust, he shoves me off and barks, “Lean back, legs spread, let me watch.”

Panting and moaning, my breasts shaking with the force, I lean back on my elbows and expose myself to him. Pinning my left thigh with his other shoe, he rubs the slippery one on my slit to tease my entrance.

His heated eyes roam down the length of my flushed body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “My pretty little fucktoy is about to come, isn’t she?”

“Please,” I beg incoherently, needing more. “Can I come, please?”

“No more orgasms for you.”

“But I’m so close.” He stops and I whine,“No.”

“Bratty and selfish whores don’t get to come,” he scolds, then threatens, “dare to try and steal an orgasm, and I’ll whip your pink pussy a nice shade of red.”

“No,” I gasp, closing my thighs in fear.

“Get up here.”

On jelly hands and knees, I scramble to climb onto his lap. I sigh in ecstasy the moment his arms wrap around me. His demands and words are mean, but his touch—it’s as possessive and reverent as it always is. Holding me like a treasure, even as he breaks me, only to put me back together afterward.

Cupping the back of my neck, his teeth nip at my bottom lip before sucking teasingly. It sends a zap straight to my oversensitive clit. I can’t help but squirm on his shaft, resting between my slit, while his free hand roams everywhere.

My breasts and sore nipples.

Down to my flat stomach, squeezing my waist.

Then tracing lower to pinch my ass where his belt lashed my skin.

“Your body was made for sin,” he whispers against my mouth, kissing lightly. “To drive men insane with lust.” Swiping his tongue inside once, he grunts, “But your mouth—it’s my favorite. Especially when it tastes like me.”

“Please fuck me again.” I kiss him deeper, curling my fingers in his hair. “Anything. Use your slut, Mr. King. I need everything. Your cum, your spit… your cock inside my pussy.”

“So eager,” he teases. Licking a wet path down my neck, his lips close around my nipple, sucking and lapping. Returning to my trembling mouth, he says, “So sweet and greedy. Yet all I’m craving is to fuck you dirty and hear you beg for more.”

I nip at his bottom lip, his stubble teasing me, and moan, “Do it. Make me beg.”

“Bring me my jacket.”

I’m confused but don’t question it and rush to bring him his jacket. After passing it to him, I straddle him with my knees on either side of his hips. Spreading my ass cheeks, he aims his crown at my puckered hole and slowly but relentlessly pushes me down. His hips stay still, thighs flexed, as he makes my body accept his invasion.

“Aaa… oh!” I whimper, squirming.

His rough exhale teases my jaw before his lips press against it in a comforting kiss. “You’re doing good. Take every inch deep inside your ass like a slut.”

“You’re too big. I can’t.”

A harsh spank rains down on my ass, thrusting another inch inside. I clench at the sharp burn. “I’ll make it fit. You take it like the horny bitch you are.”

Oh fuck!

His vulgar mouth shouldn’t be enticing.

“It’s going to cost you extra,” I murmur, meeting his vicious gaze.

Gripping my hips, he impales my spasming hole deeper. “For an asshole as tight as yours, I’ll pay anything. Now, fucking sit on my cock.”

“Slow,” I lie, thirsting for the opposite. “Or you’ll tear me.”

“Don’t care,” he growls, knowing my real desire. “I’m two seconds away from throwing you down and pounding your little hole.”

Rising above him with my hands on his shoulders, I thrust down just as he surges up. A scream rips out from my throat when his cock ruthlessly plunges inside me to the hilt.

“Again,” he bites out.

I haven’t even adjusted before he lifts me off him and brings my ass down on his hard, pulsing shaft. The girth, stretching my ass raw.

“That’s it.”

He repeats the powerful motion, shaking my breasts violently.

“Choke my fat cock.”

I’m used like a rag doll, bouncing on him. His eyes are glued to my chest, lips pulled back over his teeth as he pounds me raw. Incapable of speech, I can only make keening and moaning noises.

“Oh God!” I cry.

“Aww,” he tsks. “Are you hurting, slut? You begged for everything.” Spitting on my cheek, he yanks me down and painfully bites my nipple, growling against it. “This is everything.”

The pleasurable pain evolves into something addictive and marvelous.

Desperate to come under his wicked assault, I inch my palm between our slick bodies and reach for my clit. He seizes it at the last second, twisting both my arms behind my back.

“Did I not warn you?” His tone is lethally scary.

“I wasn’t going to come,” I whisper, replaceing it difficult to focus with him swelling deep inside my walls. It’s like I’m trapped in every direction.

Mind.

Body.

Soul.

Imprisoning my wrists with one hand, he inches the other to the destination I was secretly aiming for. His thumb presses down hard on my little nub, and I shiver. No rough thrusts rock my limbs as he puts his entire focus on toying with my pussy. Flicking and circling so perfectly, it’s not long before an acute sensation sneaks up on me.

I open my mouth but he cuts me off.

“Don’t. Come.”

Tears of frustration slide down my cheeks as he slows down. His cock remains seated deep in my back hole. It’s a miracle I’m in one piece.

Like a deviant man, his thumb begins to play with my clit again. As if I’m not tortured enough, two fingers thrust into my pussy and tap against my G-spot. I shudder wildly on his lap, attempting to twist to no avail.

“King!”

“Fight it,” he warns, low and threatening.

“I can’t. Let me come. Once. Please.”

“I love it when you beg, but no.”

“Then please move.” I buck on his girth, my head collapsing on his chest.

“Why?” A cocky smile can be heard in his voice. “Is it hurting?”

“Stopp t-tormenting me.”

A pinch to my clit and I almost come but somehow manage to hold it. “Are you going to listen?”

I nod as he denies my body what it desperately needs again. I don’t know how much more I can take before it’s out of my control.

He edges me a third time, playing with my pussy like a silent maestro.

“Good girl,” he praises when I dare not orgasm. Lifting my head with a fist in my hair, he commands, “Ride me. Make us both come.”

The order is music to my ears and insatiable body.

My wrists come free, and I dig my nails into his shoulders and ride his cock with wild abandon. There’s no resistance from my gaping asshole, courtesy of his thickness. Nothing but endless euphoria runs in my veins.

“Yes!” I moan when he cups my breasts and squeezes harder. “Yes!”

Our eyes remain locked on each other, mirroring fierce lust and primal need. I keep bouncing on him like a wanton whore, earning sublime groans and moans from him. He’s as far gone as I am.

“Harder,” he grunts, twisting my hair. “Fuck my cock, my filthy little whore.”

Drawn to his mouth, I bend and kiss him.

Our tongues mate, and he surges from below.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“I’ll never get tired of your ass choking and sucking my dick deep. Feel what it does to me.”

“I love it,” I rasp against his lips. “Love how it stretches me. I’m going to feel you for days. Every time I walk. Sit. Your cock will be all I think about.”

“I own you, don’t I?” he demands.

“Yes. I’m nobody’s whore but yours.” Thrust. “Your filthy little slut.” Grind. “I belong to you, King.” Thrust.

“That’s right. You’re all mine.”

Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he leans back, and my eyes circle wide when he shoves franc bills into my mouth.

“You’re my whore now.” Slapping my ass, he barks, “Ride my dick and earn my cum like you earned my money.”

My cunt gushes down to my full ass, hearing his filthy and degrading words.

Good Lord!

His depravity has me upping the speed of my thrusts.

Keeping the money between my teeth, I earn it with every slap of my hips. Every savage plunge into my ass. With every spank he delivers to my tits and punishing pinches to my sore nipples.

The orgasm sneaks up on me, enveloping me in its clutches.

Light dances behind my eyes as I grind my clit at the base of his cock, losing track of the thrusts.

He takes over and lays me flat on the couch.

Biting down on my pounding pulse, his hips slap against my ass relentlessly. Like a rabid wolf, he drills my hole while whispering filthy praises in my ear.

Euphoria crashes into my pussy when another powerful orgasm comes on the heels of the first.

“Such a greedy little fuck,” he grunts. Pulling out the bills, he ravages my lips. Not too long after, his thrusts become uneven and short. “Tight little asshole milking my cum. Fuck. I’m going to fill you up.”

“Yes! Give it to me.”

“Take it, whore.” He pushes deep and releases thick spurts of his seed. Repeatedly. For several long minutes. “Christ!”

The moment he collapses on my pliant body, I pass out into a blissful slumber.