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  The cold, rough surface of the brick wall met her back as he pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching her between him and the building. His hands slid down her hips and around so he was cupping her ass. He gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged it up until it was bunched under her breasts. He then pushed her pants and panties down. He dropped down to his haunches so that his warm breath blew across her bare folds, and all Clara could do was groan in pleasure. Maybe she should have stopped this, but she couldn’t help herself when she was with King.

  “Spread for me, baby.” She did as he said and then he gripped the back of her knee and brought it over his shoulder. His mouth was suddenly on her cleft, his tongue parting her folds as he ate her out. Knowing that anyone could see them at any given time was surprisingly erotic and turned her on even more. With his hand on her ass, he started to squeeze the flesh at the same time his tongue dipped into her opening. It hurt slightly but also felt so damn good.

  He fucked her with his tongue and it took everything inside of her to hold herself up. The rough scrape of the brick on her back added a hint of pain to the unbelievable ecstasy he was bringing her. The hand that had been gripping the back of her knee snaked between her thighs and as soon as his thumb touched her clit, she came.

  A low, keening cry left her and she speared her hands in his hair and shamelessly ground her pussy into his face.

  Damn, he knows how to work it.

  The grip she had on his hair was hard and she knew it had to hurt him, but his groan told her he liked it. He gave her pussy one last long lick before standing. She saw the glossiness on his mouth, and knew that it was his pussy cream that had made it like that.

  He kept his hands on her ass and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of his erection against her belly. He pressed his lips against hers, ran his tongue along the seam before plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself on him, and it turned her on even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but he stepped back almost right away.

  “I want you on your knees, hands behind your back.” His command was rough and held no room for argument.

  Clara swallowed, feeling her pulse increase and her pussy become so damn wet. It was like she hadn’t just had an intense orgasm. Her pussy clenched for something substantial, for something that only King could give her.

  “Just do what I say, Clara.”

  The way he was exerting his dominance, as if he just expected her to submit, was so damn arousing she couldn’t help but give him what he wanted.

  She dropped to her knees and felt the hard, gravel-laden ground dig into the flesh of her knees. The thick jut of his cock was right in her face and she looked up at him.

  “Give me your hands, baby.”

  She brought her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, doing what he commanded. She wanted to do whatever he said. The way he looked down at her, how he ran his fingers along the edge of her face, tracing her cheekbones, her chin, had her feeling as if she was the only woman in the world for him, or, at least, this one moment in time. Hell, they’d been around each other for such a short time, but it had been the most intense experience she’d felt thus far. In all her travels she’d never wanted a man like she did King. He was wrong for her, so very wrong, but a part of her wanted it badly.

  He took himself in hand and brought the head to her mouth, teasing her, making her hungry for him. The tip brushed against her lips and she immediately opened her mouth. She used her tongue to tease his cock head and licked up the thick vein that ran on the underside of his shaft. He groaned his praise, told her how good she felt, what a good girl she was, and that made her hotter, wetter. Clara started moving her head up and down, doing exactly what he liked, what he ordered from her, because she wanted his cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it, to taste it filling her mouth. He may have her on her knees, submitting before him, but at this moment, she held the power.

  Chapter Eleven

  King stared down at Clara as she bobbed her head on his cock. She tightened her lips around his shaft and then glided her lips down as far as she could go. He loved the feel of the tip of his dick meeting the back of her throat. Each time she took him into her mouth, the farther down she went.

  “You’re like a little fucking dream, aren’t you?” he asked.

  What was it about this woman that drove him wild? He didn’t even know her, not really. She was just some woman, and the club was full of different kinds of women. He loved fucking them, and with the club, he was always guaranteed variety but easy pussy. That’s what he loved, easy pussy. Clara wasn’t necessarily easy. She didn’t spread her legs for any dick that swung her way. King probably shouldn’t be pleased about that, but he was. He’d fucked plenty of pussy during his time—none of them were worth settling down for.

  Settling down?

  “Do you love sucking cock?” he asked.

  She moaned, shaking her head at the same time.

  Pulling out of her mouth, he watched as she licked the tip.

  “I think you’re lying.”

  “I don’t like sucking cock.”

  “You were going at mine like a starving woman.”

  “I know. Isn’t that strange, considering I don’t like doing it, but with you, it’s so fucking hot.” She sat back on her knees. The gravel digging into her knees, and he couldn’t wait another second.

  Gripping her arms, he eased her up and sank his fingers into her hair. She tasted so damn good.

  “Um, you still have the taste of my pussy on your lips,” she said.

  Pressing her back up against the wall, he spread her legs. Her jeans were already gone, so it was easy to get her into position.

  “You like a little bit of pain, a little bit of danger, don’t you, baby?”

  “You’re about to fuck me out in the open, what do you think?”

  He loved her sassy mouth. Tilting her head back, he claimed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His cock pressed against her ass but at that moment, he was more interested in her lush lips. They were so thick and beautiful. Her lips looked amazing wrapped around his cock.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her lips.

  “Fuck me, King.”

  Gripping his cock, he found her wet entrance and started to slowly sink in deep into her pussy.

  They groaned together as he filled her tight little hole.

  “Feels so good,” she said, moaning.

  “That’s right, baby, so fucking good.”

  “Wait, you didn’t put on a condom.”

  He growled. “Fuck, I’ll pull out.”

  “What the hell? You know you can still get pregnant like that.”

  “I thought you were safe.”

  “I am safe. Fuck, it doesn’t matter.”

  He silenced all of her protests by slamming his cock deep within her pussy. She cried out. Grabbing her hands, he pressed them above her head and started to fuck her. Only their hands were pressed against the wall—he held her away from the rough brick. He liked his sex hard and rough but he wasn’t going to hurt her.

  “You’re so fucking wet. You can’t go anywhere. I’m addicted to your pussy.”

  She gasped and chuckled. “I doubt I’m the first woman to hold your interest with this.”

  Biting onto her neck, he flicked his tongue over her rapid pulse. “I’ve had a lot of pussy, and none of them have been as tight and as wet as yours.” He pulled out, glancing down to see her cream glistening on his naked shaft. “I’ve never fucked another woman without a rubber on. I take care of that shit.”

  “Shut up and fuck me.”

  He silenced her again with the pounding of his cock. King was starting to figure this woman out. She loved to be in control, she didn’t like to be controlled, but also, she was afraid of connecting.

  King wasn’t going to give her the chance to run away.

  “Vicky says you get bored real easily.”


  “You’re going to talk about Vicky now?”

  “We were in the same room when she was screaming like a banshee riding the Prez’s cock.”

  “That’s different.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  Pulling her hands above her head, he reached between them to finger her swollen clit. The instant he touched her nub, her pussy tightened around his cock, making it impossible for him to pull away from her. He wanted answers, and he wanted to bargain with her.

  Clara had a history of just getting up and leaving. Vicky told him that she sometimes got informed when Clara was on the road, but rarely did her friend say goodbye.

  “She doesn’t do goodbyes. She says that saying goodbye means she’s not coming back, and she has every intention of coming back.”

  He’d seen the pain in her eyes. She loved her friend, and it hurt her every time Clara disappeared.

  “I want you to stay.”

  “What is it with everyone begging me to stay?”

  King slammed his dick back inside, watching the pleasure cross her face. He was going to get his answers one way or the other, and if making her wait for release got him what he wanted, he was going to do it. “What is it with you fighting it?”

  “You can’t force me to stay in Grit.”

  “I know I can’t force you. It doesn’t mean I can’t try and persuade you.” He paused with his dick deep inside her. This was the better time than any to have this conversation. She was distracted, pinned, and he could get what he wanted from her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Clara didn’t want to talk about leaving, not at a time like this. Truth was she wanted to settle down, had even thought of staying in Grit and seeing where this went with King. But she was afraid. She’d been traveling the country her whole adult life, and finally calling a place home again seemed a little weird. It also didn’t help that she didn’t know King all that well aside from them having sex, but their connection was undeniable.

  “You’re making this worse.” She hadn’t meant to say anything out loud but as soon as the words left her, King stopped and pulled back enough that he could see her.

  “I’m making this worse because you don’t want to stay, or you want to so fucking badly it scares you?”

  She felt her mouth part but didn’t know how to respond.

  “I know you feel this with me, too.” He started thrusting slow and easy inside of her. “I know you want to see where this goes, but you’re fucking scared.”

  “I don’t want to do this right now.” And she didn’t. This was getting too deep. “I just want you to fuck me, King.”

  “You want me to stop talking about it?”

  She nodded, but she knew it wasn’t believable.

  “I’ll stop for right now, but this isn’t fucking over.” He stared right in her eyes. “You want me to fuck you until you don’t have to worry about anything else?”

  She nodded, needing it.

  “Fine, then you got it, baby.” He started thrusting in and out of her hard and fast, and she moaned.

  He fucked deeply, never stopping, never relenting. Instead he latched his mouth onto her breast and sucked her nipple until her clit pulsed and more wetness spilled from her. Over and over he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him—she actually was.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

  He was pressed fully against her, gripped the cheeks of her ass, and held her like she weighed nothing at all.

  Mouth parting on its own when she felt his length slip through her slit, Clara wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him brutally. It was like a floodgate was opened and all of her passion, desire, and need for King came bursting through. Clara had to stop the kiss and gasp at the feel of being stretched so fully by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe King and when he started thrusting in powerful strokes, she knew she would come within minutes.

  “Christ, baby.” King panted against the side of her neck and never stopped pumping in and out of her. “Yeah. That’s it. Milk my cock. Get all the fucking cum out.” He grunted and groaned against her. Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined perspiration, and she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions. “You feel so fucking good.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before taking root in her clit.

  “God, yes, King.” Every time he thrust into her the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out.

  “So good, baby. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it was a sloppy, heated, and almost angry kiss.

  She tugged at his hair, loved the dampness at his scalp because he was fucking her so hard. The gritty brick abraded her back as she was moved up and then slid back down on it with every violently delicious thrust. Even though they’d already fucked, this experience was so damn erotic. Neither of them could control themselves, and as their bodies grew wetter from sweat and their touches became painfully good, she knew she’d come harder than she ever had.

  She had to be hurting him by digging her nails into his back, but all he did was grunt against her mouth, tighten his hold on her ass, and fuck her harder.

  He pulled back only long enough to look at her chest. “You have the biggest, most mouthwatering tits I have ever seen.” He still had his hands on her ass and when he spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them and touched her anus, everything inside of her tightened. “That’s it, come, Clara, because I want to see you so fucking unhinged you can’t even see straight, baby.”

  And just as she was coming he said, “But we aren’t fucking done with the conversation, Clara.”

  She felt her eyes widening as her pleasure soared. “I want you as mine, and that means you’ll have to stay in Grit.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “You finally made it back,” Payne said.

  King looked back at his Prez and shrugged. It was the following morning, and he’d spent the entire night with Clara. They’d gone back to her hotel room, and he’d fucked her to the point her neighbor in the next room had complained.

  “I didn’t realize you were keeping track of me.”

  “I wasn’t. Your lack of presence was noted. Even Beast saw, and he’s always inside his pussy these days.” Payne was smoking a joint, blowing out a puff of smoke.

  “Where’s Vicky?”

  “She’s sleeping. You don’t need to worry about her.”

  “I’m not worried about her.”

  “Vicky’s worried you’re going to break Clara’s heart.”

  “So now you’re being a pussy and going to ask me not to hurt your girlfriend’s friend?” King folded his arms, staring back at Payne. “You won’t even declare Vicky as your old lady.”

  “What I feel for Vicky and how I treat her is not your problem. Vicky becomes upset, so do I. I don’t like that.”

  King snorted. “Seriously, when are you going to accept that you fucking love that girl? From the first day she got here, you couldn’t stand for another guy to touch her, and yet you let them until you had the balls to actually do it yourself.”

  Payne stood up, taking several steps toward him. “You better watch your fucking mouth.”

  King wasn’t about to stand there and take a warning from his Prez, when the only person really hurting Vicky stood right in front of him.

  “What’s the matter, Payne? Don’t you think that you not taking her as your old lady is going to hurt her? You treat her like this fucking treasure that no other brother can touch, and yet, you won’t even give her the chance to be your old lady.”

  “You know why the fuck that is.”

  “Because of some enemy? Yeah, you’re more scared of some fucking enemy that’s not even come out yet. Y
ou’re my Prez and my friend, but don’t think for one second that I’ll let you tell me what to do when it comes to the woman I’m fucking. If you do, this will go both ways, and I’ll let Clara right at your ass.”

  “Don’t fight,” Vicky said, startling both of them.

  Payne took a step back, and King glanced toward the door. She wore one of Payne’s shirts, and it stopped at her knees.

  He also noticed the pain and the hurt in Vicky’s eyes.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” Payne asked.

  “I heard you shouting, and I was worried.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be worried about. We’re all fine down here.”

  “Did you just get in, King?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I spent the night with Clara.”

  “How is she?”

  “She’s fine. It’s not easy to figure out what she’s thinking.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  “Why don’t you go back to bed, babe,” Payne said.

  “It’s morning. I don’t want to.”

  Vicky moved into the room, going toward the coffee pot.

  “What’s Clara’s story?” King asked.

  He figured she’d be the best person to know what he was up against.

  “You expect me to spill all of Clara’s secrets?”

  “You’re best friends with her. You’re going to know a lot more than me, and the best way of actually keeping her here in Grit.”

  Vicky sighed, and her shoulders drooped. She turned around, nursing her coffee. “You’d think I’d know how to keep my best friend in place, but the truth is, I don’t know how.”

  Payne moved up beside Vicky, and King was shocked when she stepped away from him. Usually Vicky was the one vying for Payne’s attention.

  “Why does she move around a lot?”

  “Most of the time Clara gets bored with where she’s staying. She’ll move on to try to find something exciting, something different. When that doesn’t happen, she tends to always find a reason.” Vicky chuckled. “You know, when we were in high school, she was the one who wanted to have the family, the kids, and settle down. That’s not the woman she is now though. Over time she changed, and it stopped being what she wanted. Now, you can’t keep her in one place.”