Kink's Way (11 page)

“You want more,
Bailey?” He curled his fingers into her flesh, and a gasp of pain and pleasure
left her. “You want me to give you it until you think you can’t take anymore?”
It was like he spoke in riddles, but she found herself nodding, muttering
incoherent things, because she couldn’t even form a word. “Tell me, Bailey,
tell me you want more.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she opened her
mouth on a silent cry.

“I want more.” She
breathed out that word, not even sure if he heard her.

“
Christ
, baby. I am so fucking hard for
you that I could come right on this mattress, just soak the fucking sheets.” He
still had his hands around each of her thighs, clenching and unclenching her.
He lifted his head and looked at her. “I want to be inside of you so damn
badly.”

“Then be inside of
me.” She panted, held onto the sheets, and silently begged him to just take her
already. She swore the air cracked and popped with the energy that came from
him. He moved up her body, grabbed her hair in a tight, unforgiving hold, and
kissed her hard. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, and groaned against
him. She could feel his length against her, and felt the tip of his dick press
against her opening. Even though she was soaked for him, she felt the wetness
of his pre-cum from his cock on her inner thigh. He pumped against her, over
and over again, but never hard enough to penetrate her. She should tell him to
get a condom, that although she was
clean,
she still
wanted to be safe. Besides, it seemed like the
right
thing to do, the
smart
thing. But she couldn’t form the words, and grew lost and heated from his kiss.

“Bailey.” He groaned
her name, and held her tighter. “I just want to slip inside of you, feel your
hot wetness envelop me.” He moved his mouth over her cheek, along her jaw, and
sucked at the shell of her ear. “Will you let me, baby? Just let me
be
with you without anything between us?” He panted against
her ear, and she swore lights danced in front of her vision. “I’m clean, baby,
and always used protection.” He pumped harder and faster against her pussy, but
still didn’t penetrate her. “I’ll be careful, Bailey, pull out even, but I fucking
need
to be with you this way.”

The smart part of
her said this was a bad
idea, that
she should tell him
to get a condom because that was the safe and smart thing to do, regardless of
what he said. But God, she wanted this, too. She had an implant that prevented
her from getting pregnant thanks to Morris, but she knew nothing of Kink’s
past, or how safe he had really been. He pulled back, and looking into his face
showed her a truth and vulnerability, a need and a desperation, that she had
never seen before.

“It’s up to you, but
you see what you do to me?” He kissed her ear, and took hold of her hand
without moving away from her neck. He placed it between their bodies … right on
his dick. He was slick with her need and his pre-cum, and then she found herself
nodding and begging him to put it in.

“I’ve always been
safe, Cookie, always protected myself,” he said again, seeming to murmur to
himself.

“I want this. I
trust you.” And she did.
God,
did she ever. Maybe it
was foolish, but she felt that trust deep in her bones.

He grunted, and
while using his hand to force her to curl her fingers around this thick, huge
length, he thrust forward. She felt where their bodies were connected, and a
wave of arousal filled her.

“I’m so fucking hard
for you, that if I’m not careful I’ll come before I even get you off again.”
And then he thrust all of his length into her until his balls slapped her ass,
and she was forced to bit her lip hard enough she felt the flesh open up. Blood
filled her mouth, but she didn’t care. In fact, she wanted more, a hell of a
lot more.

Chapter Nine

Motherfucker
.
Kink closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Cookie was so damn tight,
hot, and wet for him. It was nearing painful just being inside of her,
especially when she kept clenching and unclenching around his cock. It was
taking a hell of a lot for him not to start thrusting into her like some kind
of frantic, crazed beast. She clenched around him again and again, and he
curled his hand in her hair even tighter. He had his other hand on her hip,
keeping her right where he wanted her. This was
his
woman, whether she knew it or not, and whether he had verbally
claimed her as his.

She.
Was.
His.

This wasn’t even the
best time to want an old lady, and he sure as hell didn’t need one with all the
shit happening right now, but he couldn’t help himself. He had seen her when
she first entered the club doors, trailing behind Lucien and looking scared
shitless. He had wanted to protect her, but he had pushed those feelings away,
telling himself that he didn’t want a woman, and she didn’t need a man like him
in her life.

Well, it looked like
his hard-won control was slipping when it concerned this woman. He was taking
her for himself.

Trying to deny
himself
was pointless, because being inside of her felt like
the most perfect fucking thing in the world. He pulled out slowly, just enough
so that the head of his dick was lodged inside, and then thrust back in. Each
pump and retreat was making it harder for him to keep this easy pace, not that
he wanted to go slow. Her soft pleas for more, for him to claim her harder and
faster, chipped away at his resistance.

“Please, Kink, more.
God, I want more.” She had her hands on his biceps now and curled her nails
into his flesh. He started thrusting faster into her, feeling his flesh become
slicked with sweat, and loving every fucking minute of it. He had never felt
this way with a woman, never had this deep rooted need to mark her, claim her,
and make it known she was his. It had always been about getting off, using the
club girls because that was what they wanted, too, and because they wanted to
get it on with a member.

“It is so fucking
good.” He looked at her face, feeling the need to just close his eyes and get
lost in the feeling, but he couldn’t. He wanted to watch the ecstasy cover her
face when she came, and that would be real damn soon. “I could watch you all
fucking night while I was buried balls deep inside of you. I could look at your
face all day long and never get enough.” The look of euphoria on her face, of
her reddened cheeks and parted mouth, was like a visual orgasm all in itself.

“I’m so close
again,” she said breathlessly, like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs.

Yeah, he knew she
was, could feel her tight little pussy muscles clenching around his dick. He
thrust into her hard enough that he heard their slicked skin slapping together.
He fucking loved hearing that sound, and loved feeling his
body
connect
with hers right before he pulled out of her and repeated the
action all over again.

“Oh.
God.
I’m going to come again.” She cried out, tilted her
head back, and bit her lip.

Before she exploded
around his cock he pulled out, grabbed the base of his cock, and started
stroking himself while he stared at her spread pussy. He jerked himself off, looking
at the tiny hole he had just been buried inside of, and trailed his gaze up her
cleft, and stopped at her clit. “Touch yourself for me. Rub that little clit.”
He knew she’d be sensitive after coming, but he wanted this, and wanted to see
her touching that pink, wet pussy of hers.

She moved her hand
down her belly, and although she looked tired she did as he asked. His balls
ached that she obeyed him so readily. This low sound left his throat. He
watched as she circled the little nub, moved her finger back and forth over it,
and made a small noise every time she did it. “You’re mine, baby.”

She didn’t stop
touching herself, and he loved watching her do this for him.

“I want you, Cookie,
and I know you want me, too.” He looked at her face, right into her eyes, and
willed her to see what he was saying. “I want you as more than a piece of ass.”

She licked her lips
and nodded slowly. “I don’t want this one night either, Kink, but anything more
scares me.”

Yeah, he could
relate, but life right now was royally screwed up, and despite bringing her
close to him, which was the wrong damn move, he wanted her by his side.

“Do you understand
what that means?” He knew she did, but this had to be her decision.

She didn’t answer
right away, but then slowly nodded. “I think so.” She never stopped rubbing
herself, and he never stopped jerking off.

“It means you’re
mine, no one else’s, Cookie, and that I claim you as my old lady.”

“God.”
She gasped out and started rubbing herself
faster.

“Say you’re mine,”
he said almost demonically.

Sweat beaded along
her forehead. “I want that, Kink, but I also want my own life. I want to
experience things, not be stuck in one place, and being with a man scares me.”

He could also
understand that, especially with what she had gone through. “I still want you,
and would never hold you back from anything.”

She blinked slowly,
her breath came out faster, and he knew she was about to come.

“Say you’re mine,
and we can take this one day at a time.”

It took her a few
seconds, but finally she whispered, “I’m yours, Kink.” She tilted her head back
and arched her neck.

He stroked himself
faster, harder, and felt his balls swing from the force of his actions. His
orgasm raced up his spine, down the length of his cock, and shot forward with
so much force he had to brace a hand on the bed beside her head to keep stable.
He came long and hard, and he watched in this haze of dirty pleasure as he
covered the top of her mound with cum. His seed covered her trimmed, red hair
on her pussy, her lower belly, which was curved just slightly, and her belly
button. Just when he thought he was done coming, a wave of pleasure came forth
again as he stared at her big, full breasts with the light pink nipples. When
he finally collapsed beside her, he forced himself to keep his eyes open, and
stared at her. She was still on her back, his seed covering her and making him
feel this primal desire to rub it in. It was like she was his now, in the most
basic of ways, but his nonetheless.

He rolled over onto
his side, smoothed his finger between her breasts, and loved how the corners of
her mouth lifted in a sleepy smile.

“That was …
intense.” She turned her head and cracked her eyes open. “But so totally worth
pushing my insecurities and fears away.” She rolled onto her side, and now was
the one to smooth a finger between his eyes.

For a moment Kink
was speechless and couldn’t even move. He had never had a woman look at him the
way she was, or touch him so gently like he was something more than a dick to
ride on. It sounded so coarse even thinking about it, but that was the truth.

“Is it weird that I
wish we could stay like this forever?” She chuckled, and went to shift away,
but he wasn’t about to have any of that. He wasn’t about to let her get away,
not when he was feeling pretty damn strong for her. He wrapped his arm around
her waist, and pulled her closer so that she was half on him.

“It’s not weird,
baby.” He leaned down and kissed her on the top of the head. “I’m not used to
this either, and I’m sure there were be a hell of a lot of bumps along the way
especially with this massive fuck-up happening to the club right now, but I’m
not about to leave you behind.”

She smoothed her
hand along his chest, and he felt the light puffs of her breath move along his
chest. “I should head back to my bed, well, my pallet.” She chuckled softly,
and went to move away from him, but he stopped her. What he loved was that she
didn’t even care that she was still covered in his cum. It was almost like she
liked having it on her, and maybe that was fucked-up to some, but to him it was
some pretty deep shit.

He pulled her
closer, stopping her from moving away from him.
“No, baby,
stay here with me tonight.”
He was getting hard again, and all it took
was the smell of her floral scented hair.

“People will start
talking,” she said in a sleepy tone, but relaxed against him.

“I don’t care if
people talk, but I can guarantee they won’t.” If anyone thought to open their
mouth about them being together, or give him shit about anything, he’d beat
their ass. They stayed silent for a moment, and he allowed himself to not think
about all the crap going on in his life, and just enjoy holding her.

“Are you scared?”
she asked softly several minutes later.

He didn’t know if
she meant because of everything going on with the club, or because of being
with her, but he wasn’t going to lie. “Yeah, baby, I am, but I’m not the type
of man that backs down either.” He answered truthfully, and meant it because
being with her both exhilarated and scared the hell out of him.

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