Page 12 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

Leaning over, I press a few buttons on the keyboard until the screens show us, right here, right now.

“Fuck me, Pretty Girl.” I groan. “Look at you. All flushed and pink. Two orgasms and you’re still needy for more.”

She bites her lip, chest still rising and falling.

“I fucking love how much of a sexual appetite you have. Fucking perfect for us is what you are.”

Placing my hand on her upper back while gripping her hips, I push her forward.

“Now, be a good girl and watch me own this perfect pink pussy until it’s dripping with my cum,” I growl, loving how her eyes blaze with desire.

Pressing the record button, I wait for the little red light before grabbing the waistband of her leggings and yanking them down.

“Look at you,” I growl, kneeling behind her. “Look at this messy cunt. All this is for me, isn't it?” I ask, running my fingers through the mess before sliding them in her sensitive hole.

“Yes,” she moans, shoving her ass back to take my fingers deeper.

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckle before biting her ass cheek.

“Grayson,” she cries, starting to sound annoyed.

Getting to my feet, I pull my cock free from my boxers and place the tip against her entrance.

“Now, now, Pretty Girl. Brats don’t get rewards. Take my fucking cock like the good girl I know you can be,” I say, my voice thick with hunger as I grip her hips and thrust forward.

“Oh god!” she cries out, eyes slamming closed.

My hand comes down on her ass cheek. “What did I say about using the right fucking name, Sadie?”

“Grayson,” she says quickly. “Fuck, Grayson. You feel so good. Fuck me, please.” She wiggles her hips.

“I love how much you want my cock.” I groan, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in. “Now, open your eyes and watch us, Pretty Girl. I don’t want you to miss a moment of this. I want your eyes wide open so when we play this back, you can see just how fucking wrecked you are for me.”

I wait until her eyes flutter open before I lose control. The look of pure desire in her eyes has me unhinged.

I fuck her like a man obsessed. Because I am. I’m so gone for this woman that I don’t know where up or down is. Only her.

She fucking lives in my bones, my DNA altering just for her.

My eyes are on the screen, on her as I fuck her roughly. She watches me, eyes locked on mine, and I can feel something shift in my chest.

I love this woman more than words can ever describe. I will never get enough.

I’d burn the whole fucking world down for her.

No more excuses. No more letting this fucked up world I was born into make decisions for me. This is my life, and I’m going to do whatever I fucking please.

And that's choosing her. I will always put her first.

Her hot, wet heat surrounds my cock, the best fucking feeling in the world. “I want to live inside this pussy,” I growl, hips slapping against her ass as my fingers dig into her flesh. “I want to fill you up until you're dripping. And when you're empty, I want to do it again and again.

“Such a dirty little whore for me, aren't you, Pretty Girl? My own little cock slut. You love to be used. You love it when we fill all your needy little holes.”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. Oh fuck, yes.”

My whole body is on fire, consumed by every drop of pleasure this woman pulls from me. I feel like I’m going to explode.

The higher and higher I climb, the more I feel myself getting lost in her. I want to mold her body to mine, to make us one, never to be apart again.

“Mine,” I growl. “All fucking mine, Pretty Girl. You're never going to get rid of me.”

“I don’t want to,” she sobs, her body jolting with every thrust as she holds onto the edge of the desk for dear life. “I love you. I love you, Grayson. I love you so much.”

She says the words over and over again until she's a blubbering mess.

Her words are my undoing, hitting me right in the fucking heart. My soul lights up like the burning sun. I can’t breathe, I can’t think. There's only her, there will only ever be her.

I can hear her scream my name over the blood pounding in my ears as she comes apart. An orgasm rips through her, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice until her release is dripping down my shaft and over my balls.

Watching her pure rapture over me sends me free-falling after her. “Sadie,” her name comes out like a broken, desperate plea.

My whole body goes stiff as one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had takes hold of my body.

My fingers grip her so hard, I’m sure it’s going to bruise, but I can’t do anything about it.

I watch my face contort in an equal mix of pleasure and pain as my cock violently pulses inside her. Wave after wave of cum shoots out, filling her up until there's nowhere for it to go.

I can feel it dripping out, so I thrust forward and hold her to me, keeping my cock inside her as her quivering pussy pulls every last drop of cum from my balls.

It’s not until I’m sucking in a big lungful of air that I realize I wasn’t even breathing, as if I even dared to, I’d miss the feeling of pure ecstasy of the moment.

The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we both take a moment to recover.

“Best sex ever,” I groan, slumping forward.

Sadie lets out a sleepy laugh. “Mhmm. I think you broke me.”

“Never.” I chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss to her sweaty cheek. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” She smiles, eyes closed. “You?”

“I’m fucking perfect,” I whisper before kissing her again.

I’m buzzing with a high of pure rainbows and sunshine that I never want to come down from.

This woman is my fucking crack, and I’m proud to say I’m her addict.

Straightening up, I pull out of her with a moan, making her whimper.

“Sensitive?” I ask, tucking my dick away before running my hand over her ass.

“A little. But it’s a good feeling.”

“Yeah?” I smile. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.” She laughs softly. “It was perfect.”

She sucks in a gasp when I bring my fingers to her pussy, running them through the mess of my cum. “Look at you,” I groan. “Dripping with my cum. The prettiest sight I ever did see.”

“Grayson,” she huffs.

“Yes, Pretty Girl?” I say playfully, pushing my cum back inside her.

She moans, not saying another word as she lets me play with her a little longer.

“Open your mouth.”

Her eyes flutter and look up at me. She raises a brow in question, but parts her lips like she’s told.

“Good girl,” I praise her, then pull my fingers free of her pussy and push them right past her lips. “Now, clean me up.”

I nearly cum again as she sucks my release from my fingers.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up before I fuck you again and we never leave.”

“I don’t see the problem there.” She laughs as I scoop her up in my arms.

“Brat agai,n I see.”

She just shrugs and smiles.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Bringing her to my bed, I lay her down before going to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

Her eyes are closed as I clean her up, a soft, contented look on her face.

I fucking love it. I love that she feels safe and open to be herself around me. That she let me do all of that with her, and didn’t even blink twice.

As I’m tucking her in to get a nap, she grabs my hand as I brush her hair out of her face.

“I love you,” she says, voice almost a whisper, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

“I love you more, Pretty Girl.”

“Are we okay?” she asks.

She means her marrying Collin out of nowhere.

Not answering right away, I take a moment to think.

At first, I was hurt. This woman is my everything.

I went so long thinking I’d never have her, then to getting everything I ever wanted.

The idea of someone taking her away from me had me wanting to go and murder Collin.

I’m not even joking. The only reason why I didn’t was because I knew it would hurt Sadie, and I couldn’t stand the idea of her being in any pain, especially not because of me.

“We’re okay, Pretty Girl,” I promise her, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

“We’re okay too,” she murmurs, and I smile because I know she means what she just found out.

“So you don’t hate me?” I ask, partly teasing. “Not going to call me names and go running for the hills?”

“No,” she sighs. “Because I'd be a hypocrite.”

That has me smiling as relief fills me.

A blush forms on her cheeks, even in her sleepy state. “Because it turned me on.” She says so low I almost don’t hear her. “I–I like it.”

And that gets a full-blown beaming smile out of me. “Yeah?” I ask.

“Shut up,” she grumbles, rolling over to face me. She opens her eyes just enough to look at me. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be. But you?” she shrugs. “Well, you know.”

“Yeah, Pretty Girl. I know.”

“It’s very clear to me that we’re all fucked up.” She closes her eyes. “All of you, and me, but it works for our little family. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Neither would I.” My heart is so damn full it's going to burst any second. “Get some sleep. I’m going to take a shower.”

As I’m almost to my door, she calls my name.

“Yeah?” I turn back.

“My mom knows about us.” My heart drops. “She’s fine with it. But she wants you to talk to your dad and tell him yourself. She doesn’t want to lie to him.”

Closing my eyes, I groan. “Fine,” I mutter. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” She just manages to get out before sleep takes her.

Whelp, this is going to be one interesting conversation that's for sure. Let’s see if I‘m still a proud owner of a pair of cock and balls, or if my dad is going to chop them off and keep them in a jar on the mantel to remind me how much of a fuck up I am.

It could really go either way at this point.