The Skull King Page 11

  I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans right in the middle of the room, wanting her mouth around my dick just like she promised. My boxers fell to my ankles and my cock was free, the vein in the shaft so thick, it was impossible not to notice. I’d never felt her tongue along the groove of my crown or her lips against my balls, and now I wanted it more than anything—right in the middle of my living room. “Then get on your knees.”

  She obeyed, keeping her dress and heels on as her knees hit the rug.

  Watching her do it with such enthusiasm made me want to skull-fuck her. My hand gripped the back of her head as I moved closer to her, my dick pressing against her warm cheek. I grabbed my length and directed it upward. “Suck my balls and work your way up.” I knew how I liked to be sucked off—and I didn’t waste time letting her figure it out.

  Her hands gripped my thighs for balance, and her soft lips pressed against my sac. She kissed the area gently as she got acquainted to my sensitivity and texture. Soon, she dragged her tongue against the area, her tongue soft against my rough skin.

  My fingers wrapped around my length, and I jerked myself slightly, my hand fisting her hair and keeping it out of the way so she could do her job. My hand was rough and dry, but I was so turned on watching her that it felt amazing.

  Her sucks became more aggressive, and she pulled one of my balls completely into her mouth. Like it was a piece of candy, she rolled it around in her mouth, tasting my flesh.

  My eyes were glued to her face, committing the moment to memory so I would have it forever. I was eager to pull out my phone and film it, but I thought that would ruin the moment. She hadn’t even gotten to my dick yet, and I was struggling to get the air into my lungs. All I did was stand there and watch her do all the hard work, but I broke a sweat anyway. There was so much arousal and adrenaline in my bloodstream.

  She finally moved her tongue up to my length and took it from my hands. She slowly pushed it inside her throat, taking her time as she tested how much she could take. Inch by inch, she moved it deeper and deeper until it could go no farther. She could definitely fit more inside her pussy than her mouth. No surprise there.

  She pulled me out and took a breath as she smeared her saliva all the way to the base of my balls. Then she pushed her throat down again and worked hard to shove me completely inside her. She moved fast, fucking my dick with those sexy lips.

  My fingers got tangled in her hair, and I thrust my hips, pumping into her as she moved around me. I hadn’t planned to take her so aggressively, but since she was so into it, I let my body get carried away. She’d said she wanted to taste me, so there was no reason for me to hold back. I fucked that pretty mouth with my enormous dick and watched her struggle to breathe. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Her eyes watered because it must have been painful to open her mouth so wide but still struggle for air. But not once did she choke or slow down. She kept going like this pleasured her as much as it pleasured me.

  “Here it comes, baby.” My hand grabbed her neck, and I squeezed harder than I should. “Look at me.”

  Her eyes lifted up and locked on my gaze.

  “Open wide.”

  She opened her mouth as wide as she could go, her tongue flat and acting as a landing strip for my dick.

  I thrust hard at the end then exploded with a shudder. My cock twitched in her mouth right before it released, and it exploded with come just as it had in that picture. I was a quiet climaxer, but this time, my breath escaped with words. “Fuck.” I held on to her neck as I finished, watching my come coat her tongue and smear against the inside of her cheeks. I kept my dick inside her mouth even when I finished, making sure she got every single bit. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the last seconds of pleasure, just before my dick started to soften.

  That was the best head I’d ever gotten.

  I slowly pulled out, the tip of my dick still covered with come.

  She kept her eyes locked on mine as she closed her mouth and swallowed.

  Fuck.

  She swallowed again like she didn’t get it all the first time.

  Jesus Christ.

  She grabbed the base of my cock then sucked the head, getting every last drop until my dick was clean.

  My chin tilted toward the ceiling, and I closed my eyes, falling in love with this woman’s mouth. I thought her pussy was nirvana until I met her tongue. Now I wondered if her asshole would be even better.

  I’d find out soon enough.

  When she finished cleaning off my dick, she stood up. Like a classy lady, she swiped the corners of her mouth with her tongue to make sure she got everything. Then she smacked her lips together. “Yummy.”

  17

  Cassini

  Just because Balto exploded inside my mouth didn’t stop him from getting between my legs. He got me naked on his bed, my knees pinned against my rib cage, with his mouth buried inside my pussy. He ate my pussy like he’d been wanting to sink his tongue inside me all day long.

  I lay back against his pillows and felt his tongue catapult me into a climax. It was an unexpected tug that forced me into pleasure, and my knees squeezed his skull as my hips bucked against him naturally. This man made me feel free, like I could be fucked over and over again as much as I wanted. He made me feel like a woman again, a woman so high on sex. I wasn’t ashamed of how much I enjoyed it, especially when he took even more pleasure in when I relished in it. “Balto…” I pressed my cunt against him as I finished, wanting him to taste me just as I tasted him.

  He lifted his muscular frame up on his arms, his lips smeared with my arousal. All of his muscles were tight from holding his heavy weight, not to mention the adrenaline, arousal, and endorphins circling through his body. His body was as sexy as his face, as sexy as every inch of him.

  He grabbed a condom from the drawer then rolled it onto his length.

  I loved staring at his dick—so damn big. He made Lucian look like a boy, not that I cared if Lucian had a big dick or not. Even if he had, it wouldn’t make me want to fuck him. “Fuck me like this.” My hands shook because I needed Balto so much. I wanted him right on top of me, his lips hanging above mine as he rammed that impressive dick inside me. I wanted to smell him, to taste myself on his mouth.

  With dark eyes, he moved between my legs and placed my ankles over his shoulders. He bent me at a deep angle, forcing the backs of my knees against his chest. His strong body kept my legs pinned against my front. I was a doll rolled up to his specific desires, and he would take me however he wanted.

  He directed his length inside me and slowly sank in deep.

  My nails dug into his muscular torso, feeling that big dick slide inside me with no resistance. That cock would never be able to fit inside so well if I weren’t so thoroughly wet. My panties had been soaked before I’d parked my car in his parking lot, and once he’d gone down on me for thirty minutes, my channel was so wet, soft, and tight. Now he got to enjoy it. “I love your dick…” I’d been with many men, but none of them had the moves Balto possessed. He didn’t just have the entire package—he was the entire package. I forgot about his mysterious persona because it seemed insignificant compared to all the wonderful things he did to me. I’d stopped caring about getting caught. I’d stopped caring about his dangerous Balto was. All I knew was being with this man was the only form of happiness in my life—and I wasn’t going to let it go.

  “This is gourmet pussy right here…” He fucked me hard right from the beginning, my heels hanging over his shoulders. At this angle, he could drive me deep and hard into his mattress. His cock hit the perfect spot over and over, like ringing an invisible doorbell.

  My toes curled in my heels and cramped as my pussy tightened around him once again. As if he hadn’t just made me come minutes ago with his mouth, my pussy exploded around him, soaking him with more arousal than I thought was possible. If I kept this up, I was going to be severely dehydrated. My nails clawed at his back as I finished, enjoying th
e best sex of my life. I pulled him deeper into me so I could come around his entire length, so I could squeeze him until he was bruised. “Balto…yes.” I loved whispering his name. I loved being with another man besides Lucian. I loved getting fucked good and hard just the way Evan was fucking someone. It made me feel like I had some of my life back, like I had some of my freedom back. It gave me something to live for—even if it was just sex.

  He buried his face in my neck then finished, giving a quiet grunt as he filled the condom. “Mmm…” He left his entire dick inside me as he released, giving it to me lazily after all the work he did fucking me. He stayed there for a while until his dick softened. Then he pulled out of me and disposed of the condom.

  Every time I came over, we ended up screwing more and more. Instead of wanting a quick hit-it-and-quit-it, we went at it like it was our last night on earth. Sometimes we didn’t even take a break when we finished. He got hard against minutes later, and he was back inside me. And if he wasn’t hard again, his mouth was me.

  Now he lay beside me in bed, his sweaty chest rising and falling with his breaths. He was taking a break after making me come three times.

  I stared at his perfect body, his trim lines and powerful physique. I’d never seen a man bred like that, so beautiful but so strong at the same time. He was gorgeous, handsome from head to toe. He had the most obvious ridges that separated his noticeable muscles. A god carved from marble, he seemed too sexy to be true.

  I could stare at him all day.

  His bed was more comfortable than the luxurious master bedroom I had for myself. I had a private bathroom, living room, bar, and I had a maid who would bring me anything I asked for—even chocolate-covered strawberries. I wasn’t really allowed to have those kinds of snacks, but Maria preferred me to her master, and it was a harmless betrayal.

  But looking the other way while I had an affair wasn’t harmless.

  I had to make sure she never found out.

  That would be a tight spot for her. And judging by the way Lucian treated everyone, he would kill her in a heartbeat.

  But all of that luxury was nothing compared to this bed—and the man who came with it.

  He was sweaty and I was hot, but that didn’t stop me from snuggling into his side and hooking my leg between his. Sleeping with a sexy man like this was a treat that I only got on occasion, and I wanted to enjoy every second I could. I hated touching Lucian, and not just because I was repulsed by him, but because I thought of Evan.

  Evan, with his beautiful wife and baby boy.

  I was the last thing on his mind.

  He’d let me take his place and he’d moved on.

  Like I’d meant nothing to him.

  I refused to let it bother me, but sometimes the pain was too difficult to combat.

  When I was with Balto, the pain was frozen. I felt like a free woman who’d met a stranger in a bar. There were no ropes that bound me anywhere. I didn’t belong to anyone but myself. I could just be me…and I hadn’t been me in a long time. I expected Balto to put me down the way Case did for getting into this situation in the first place…but he was incredibly kind. Balto fascinated me. He was sharp like the edge of a knife, but also soft like a feather. It was impossible to tell which version you would meet because he was unpredictable.

  Or maybe he was just unpredictable because I hardly knew him.

  I knew this couldn’t last much longer. The more often I saw him, the more likely it was that I would get caught. That would cause a million problems, especially since Lucian actually was starting to care about me. Undoubtedly, he would kill Balto, and I would get a serious beating. Lucian would probably kill Balto right in front of me just to teach me a lesson.

  But I was here now—and I might as well enjoy it.

  “How long will he be gone?” His fingertips started at my knee and slowly slid up my thigh.

  We talked about Lucian often, mainly how to sneak around him so we could keep fucking like animals. “Until Tuesday.”

  “Long trip.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” His palm moved up my thigh to my ass. “I get to enjoy you longer than usual.”

  “I can’t come over every night. That’d be suspicious.”

  “Or you could just stay here—and not go back.”

  “Even more suspicious.”

  “If he’s not there, what does it matter?” His large palm continued to caress me, his callused fingertips indicating he worked hard with his hands. I had no idea what he did, but I suspected he broke collarbones pretty often.

  “He has a lot of people working for him, and they won’t lie for me. He’d kill them if they did—and I can’t live with blood on my hands.”

  “How many men are we talking about here?”

  “At least fifty at the entrance and around the grounds.”

  His fingertips stopped at my knee. “That’s a respectable number.”

  “And there’s the staff. They keep an eye on me too.”

  His fingers swirled around my knee as he considered what I said. “Your husband is someone. But he must be foolish if he hasn’t caught you yet. This has happened three times, and he obviously has no idea.”

  “Because he trusts me.”

  He looked down at me, his eyebrow raised. “How could he trust a prisoner?”

  “Because I’ve behaved since I became his wife. I’ve done everything he’s asked without complaint.”

  “Except be faithful to him.”

  “Well…he never actually asked me to be faithful to him. I know it’s implied, but still…that was never a rule he listed. I think he cared more about me submitting and not being aggressive than that. That was why he gave me the freedom to drive around and visit family and friends, because he knows I’ll honor my word and come home at night. A month ago, he might not necessarily have cared that I was sleeping with someone else. He does it all the time. But now that he’s wanting to spend more time with me…it could be a problem.”

  Balto turned on his side and looked at me, my leg hiked farther over his hip. He studied me with those beautiful blue eyes, the intensity so strong they almost didn’t seem beautiful at all. “I can make this all go away—if you want.”

  My heart thudded in my chest at the offer. Like a drum, it beat.

  “I could kill him, all of his men, all of the staff—”

  “I have no ill will against the staff.”

  “Fine. But I could take out everyone else—and you would be free.”

  The idea of having my life back again sounded nice, but my credibility nagged at me. Lucian could threaten to kill Evan again, but I wouldn’t care. But I would care about going back on my word. It would be different if I had been snatched off the street and taken prisoner against my will. But I chose this voluntarily, chose this to save the man I loved. Just because he turned out to be a heartless jackass didn’t mean I wasn’t bound to my promise. “You would do that?”

  He gave a slight nod. “I’m assuming he has money, so all the more reason.”

  I asked the bigger question. “So, you could do that?”

  The corner of his mouth rose in a smile, the only boyish charm he possessed. “In a heartbeat. Tell me that’s what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

  It was what I wanted. I wanted a new start, a new life. I wanted to meet a man I loved and start a family. Right now, my future was set, and there were no opportunities. But as a free woman, anything could happen. And that gave me hope.

  But I’d chosen my path.

  I knew nothing about Balto, and I couldn’t put all my faith in him. I wouldn’t just be putting my life on the line—but my brothers’ asses well. Not to mention, Balto could be slain if he was overconfident. “No.”

  His eyes fell in disappointment.

  “I appreciate it…but no.”

  The disappointment faded away and was replaced by a venomous fire. “You honor a promise that’s taken away your freedom. I respect you for keeping your word, because wh
en we’re gone, our word is our legacy. But you’re too young, too beautiful to give up. You made a mistake, and you shouldn’t suffer for the rest of your life for it. Maybe being his mistress for a few months would have been reasonable…but his wife? You really want to live the rest of your life like this? What about when he wants to have kids? You’re going to have to grow them and give birth to them…and every time you see their faces…you’ll see his face.”

  The thought was enough to make my body tighten with disgust.

  “I’m giving you a way out, baby. Take it.”

  “Why are you giving me a way out?” I asked, not looking at him.

  He took forever to answer. “You deserve better.”

  “You don’t owe me anything, Balto. And it’s too much of a risk. If things go south, he’ll kill my family. He’ll kill you. He’ll torture me.”

  “It won’t go south,” he said quietly. “This guy is no match for me.”

  “That’s exactly why I worry—because you have no idea who he is. You’re arrogant—and arrogance is the number one way to get killed. Let’s just let it go. I come over here and we have amazing sex…but then we start talking, and everything gets ruined. So how about we just stop discussing this stuff?”

  He stared at me quietly, his argument dead in his gaze. I’d just asked not to talk and only screw, and that had to be exactly what he wanted.

  “I love coming over here because I can pretend my life is different.” I pulled the sheets higher over my chest and hid my tits from view. “I love pretending I’m a single woman screwing a beautiful man. I can be sexy…I can be free. It’s my escape. You’re my escape, Balto. I want it to stay that way, but if you keep talking about things I don’t want to discuss…I don’t know how this can work.”

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  Balto