‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 34

The heat of the fire burning in the fireplace caresses our tangled limbs as Kingston moves inside me slowly and lazily. His cock fills me in deep and long strokes, while I clench around his thickness.

Our clothes lay in a trail on the floor.

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Every time we’ve fucked in the last six days, we’ve been like two animals mating in the wild. He’s like a rough, hungry wolf claiming his willing prey in every way imaginable, imprinting her with his bites, marks, and scent.

Tonight, we’re making love.

Tethered to each other like lovers.

I don’t want him to stop.

I don’t want to let him go.

“King,” I moan when he hits the spot that makes me see stars on his next thrust. He does it again, still achingly slow, and making me cry out, “Yes.”

My fingers twist in his silky hair as he pins me harder to the rug-covered floor. The arm hooked underneath my left knee lifts higher, opening me wider until the base of his cock rubs against my sensitive clit, from being fucked like this in the last hour.

He’s nowhere close to finishing.

Like he’s secretly trying to prolong this moment. Bringing us both closer to the dangerous edge, but not letting us fall.

To not end our last night together.

Neither do I, but it’s inevitable.

Reality is waiting for us tomorrow.

Licking my bottom lip, he asks in a sensual voice, “Sore, darling?”

“Y-yes.”

“How sore?”

I tug at his hair. “So damn much.”

“Want me to stop?”

Eyes closed from the pleasurable pain, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”

Sealing our lips in a passionate kiss, his thrusts become longer and deeper. Ripping his mouth away, he trails it lower in a wet line down the slope of my throat to my shaking breasts. Blowing on one tip, he flicks his tongue on it very lightly, which has me wanting more.

When I arch my back, he pulls away.

He’s clearly keeping me on the edge.

“Please.”

“Shh…”

Sliding to my other breast, he repeats the torture. Kingston’s giving me a ghost of his touch. Teasing, torturing, and tormenting, all the while his hips slam and grind against my pussy in a manner that’s still achingly slow.

My slit feels swollen yet it keeps gushing, making a mess of his balls that’s slapping against my ass.

His head dips to my breast again after I succumb to his control. His warm and wet mouth closes around my poor nipple, and he sucks.

“Oh yes… Like that!” I whimper, urging him to keep going.

Seizing the tip between his teeth, he pulls while flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. A pressure rises in my stomach and I lift my hips to meet his languid thrusts.

The arm resting underneath my head as a pillow, shifts to thread in my hair, holding me immobile. I’m completely at his mercy as he drives my body sky-high to another dimension with multiple sensations.

His mouth suckles my breast earnestly.

Nibbling and licking and swallowing.

Sloppy, wet noises spill from his lips.

I never knew having my nipples played with could bring such intense pleasure. The thrill of it makes me wetter.

The ache turns into a pressure in my pussy. It makes my walls clench and unclench around his shaft. I crave more, needing a push to send me into oblivion.

“I’m going to come, King.” My tone is so needy. “Oh yes! I’m coming. Ahhh.”

I thrash as my orgasm barrels down.

Kingston spreads my thighs even wider and plunges in to the hilt, staying inside my spasming walls as he grinds the base of his cock and the curls around his groin against my clit. The friction is so fucking delicious that colors dance behind my eyes.

A whimper slips from my lips.

I never want the ecstasy to wear off.

My gaze snaps open when Kingston lets my breast go with a loud pop. Feral eyes meet mine and he growls, “Again.”

Dropping my leg to the floor, he sits on his heels while making me straddle his thighs. His cock still lodged deep in my cunt.

I blush a deep scarlet when I see the state of my right breast. My nipple is hard, swollen, and raw. Teeth imprints paint my skin around them black and blue. Kingston’s sucked on it so long and rough that it’s the opposite of my untouched breast.

Not for long, though.

Because when I glance back at his savage face, the intention to make my left breast look like the right one is primal and impatient.

A part of me wants to be covered in his bruises permanently, so I never forget about him.

Wild out of my mind, I cup my left breast and lift it closer to his mouth. “Bruise it. Make it hurt. I want it, King.”

I want to wear his mark long after I leave. I squeeze my breast tight and pinch my nipple, biting back a scream.

The sight is enough to push him over the edge.

His mouth attacks my tit, slapping my hand away. My head drops from blinding pleasure as he laves and circles my areola. The groan that leaves his throat builds another climax inside me, one even more powerful.

Curling my hands around his shoulders, I rotate my hips around this massive cock seated inside my pussy. Shameless noises bounce off the walls all around us.

I begin to ride him.

“Don’t stop riding my cock until you squirt and drench my lap with your pussy’s juices.”

“Keep sucking my tit like this and I will do anything for you,” I promise, uncovering another kink that I love coming from nipple stimulation.

My lips part in a silent scream as I lift until only his crown is in before sitting down, taking him to the hilt.

“Nice and slow,” he barks before going back to his dirty task.

I gaze down at him, eyes closed as he devours my bouncing breast.

He keeps the nipple trapped between his teeth so they stretch and hurt while I ride his dick. As I rise and slam down, he never once lets my breast go. He’s like a man possessed. My bouncing breasts his meal. His entire world.

It is so, so, so filthy.

Illicit.

Erotic.

“So good, King,” I urge him on. “Taste my nipple. Suck until it hurts.”

He bites down harshly. Punishingly.

Spits on both until they’re slippery and dirty.

I smile, losing myself in the rhythm of my hips. I obey his command and move slowly, even though my body screams to fuck myself hard and fast on his length.

While he nibbles, I play with my neglected and bruised breast, rubbing at the chafed tip.

Every inch of me a slave to his, my walls tighten painfully in a telltale sign of pressure way stronger than a simple climax. The urge to just let go climbs higher and higher.

Slipping my hand between our writhing bodies, I rub my clit.

“Kingston… fuck!”

In a flash, he lays me flat on the ground and pounds twice into me so viciously that I scream. The wet stream bursts out of me and I squirt obscenely, soaking us both in my juices. I thrash wildly, jerking and spasming.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” chants Kingston in a guttural tone as his orgasm takes over him.

I manage to pry my eyes open at the last second and memorize his handsome face pinched in raw pleasure and endless desire. Widening my legs, I bear down under his weight and bucking hips as he unloads his hot cum inside my womb.

“Mine, Twinkle. You’re mine.”

Leaning on my elbows, I claim his lips.

“Yours.”