King (16 page)

When
he slipped his hands between my legs and felt the slickness that coated them,
cursing under his breath, I was lost. One stroke of my clit was all it took and
I had gone, plummeting over the edge into a deep ecstatic bliss, my whole body
and every single nerve within it, singing with intensity, pleasure or pain, the
most delicious awakening, and I was shuddering, boneless and limp across the
lap of Jason king. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but it felt like forever,
and as it started to subside he picked me up and laid me on the bed, removing
his trousers as we gazed silently and intently into each other’s eyes. I
couldn’t read the look on his face, it was a strange mix, shock maybe, awe,
wonder and arousal, eyes hooded and glazed.

“Jesus
Christ Charlotte” he said eventually and I knew exactly what he meant. That had
been the most intense experience of my life and I couldn’t speak. Any
embarrassment had evaporated and all I felt was completely and utterly alive.
As he released his huge cock, rolling on a condom, I traced every bulging vein
with my eyes, licking my lips at the sight of delicious pre cum that glistened
on its beautiful head and I knew right then, what had just happened had got to
him too. He knelt between my thighs, lifting my
stockinged
legs and high heels over his shoulders and plunging himself deep inside me, the
position and size of his cock, hitting the end of me, making me cry out.

There
was no stopping him, not that I wanted to, he was frenzied, hard and strong,
lost in lust and fucking me senseless as I closed my eyes, drowning in bliss as
strong waves of pleasure gripped my insides. “Look at me” he growled deeply,
his breathing as harsh and ragged as my own and I forced my eyes open, stunned
by the deep hooded darkness of the man who gazed back, knocking the breath from
my lungs as the pleasure built and built. I felt myself tightening around his
huge cock as he cried out in pleasure, animalistic and carnal, thrust after
hard thrust driving us both closer, deeper into the forceful orgasm I knew
would consume me. “Come for me Charlotte” he growled deeply and I did, ecstasy
gripping my senses as I tried to keep my eyes open, watching the face of this
powerful, forceful man as he ejaculated deep inside me, long and hard.

He
removed himself eventually, lying beside me and pulling me hard against his
pounding chest. His breathing reflected my own and we were silent, holding each
other, relishing the ferocity of what had happened and the slow come down from an
intense high that had shaken me to my very core. I couldn’t think of anything
but how wonderful I felt right now, holding tightly to the man who had just
shown me more desire than I ever thought possible.

After
what seemed like an eternity he flipped me on to my front. I was still boneless
and in no fit state to argue. “Are you
sore
?” he
asked, stroking the cheeks of my arse so gently, familiar pleasure was already
starting to form between my legs. “No” I whispered breathlessly. The truth was,
all I felt was deliciously sated and utterly exhausted as he laid small
butterfly kisses down my spine. “Beautiful, beautiful girl” he whispered
between kisses, making my heart melt. “I think your bad attitude is going to
bring me a lot of pleasure” and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Me too” I
giggled as he flipped me over, possessing me in a kiss so
deep,
I knew that I was already in trouble. I was never going to want to give this
up.

He
moved down the bed, removing my shoes gently one by one and rolling down my
stockings slowly, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, paying particular
attention to the ankle I had damaged on my first visit to his house. He grinned
up at me and from the darkness in his eyes, I knew he was already hard without
having to look, gasping when I did, unsure whether I would ever quite get used
to the eye watering sight of his glorious, naked cock. He smiled gently at my
reaction, moving to stand on the plush carpet, just away from the bed,
beckoning me over with a solitary finger and I knew instantly what was next on
tonight’s delicious menu as I licked my lips in anticipation.

“On
your knees” he growled, the demand in his voice setting my heart fluttering
almost as much as my pussy as I knelt, gazing up at him waiting for my
instructions. The small smirk played lightly around his lips, just as he’d
promised last night and I couldn’t help but smile. “Stroke my cock” he ordered
and he didn’t have to ask twice. I was already more than willing to shower him
with the same pleasure he had given me and moved my hands slowly and
deliberately along the shaft, cupping his balls as he fisted his hands in my
hair grabbing it tightly, the gentle sting at the back of my scalp reminding me
just who was in control here and I loved it.

I
couldn’t resist teasing the engorged head with my tongue as he pulled my hair
back sharply and I gasped at the pain. “Not yet” he growled, deep dark eyes
burning into mine as I gazed back at him, my hands continuing to stroke the
hard length. “Sorry” I whispered, knowing he was waiting for the ‘Sir’. He
wasn’t getting it, I was saving that one, the broadening smirk indicating that
he knew exactly what I was up to, but he wasn’t pushing it. A low groan
emanated from the depths of his throat as I cupped his balls in my hand,
continuing to trace my fingers along the depth of his shaft. “Open your mouth”
he said, low and deep, his velvet voice dripping with arousal as I watched each
small change in his face as I parted my lips, waiting for his beautiful cock. I
didn’t have to wait long, licking the end as he eased it in gently, running my
tongue along the ridge as he moaned loudly above me, thrusting into the depths
of my mouth as I opened wider to accommodate the sheer size and girth of him,
sucking as hard as I could, running my tongue along the shaft and rolling it
around the sensitive end, his hands in my hair, pulling at me as he drove
deeper and faster. His vocal pleasure and the low curses he whispered spurred
me on until he pulled my head back sharply, pulling me to my feet, possessing
my mouth, his lips demanding against mine, swollen from the onslaught of his
cock as he moaned against me, and I was desperate with need.

Sucking
his cock had been every bit as pleasurable for me as it had for him and my
thighs were slick as he guided me to a large dresser, topped with a huge ornate
gilt mirror, classic and original, bending me over as I watched his reflection
move behind me, stroking my clit as I groaned in pleasure. “Are you on birth
control Charlotte I need to fucking feel you, every bit of you” he growled as I
nodded, plunging into me almost violently, knocking the air from my lungs,
forcing my eyes closed. I had never felt so desired, relishing the liberation
that came from someone else being totally in control. “Open your eyes” he
demanded as I forced them open, watching him pounding into me hard from behind,
my skin was flushed, my lips parted, my breathing ragged as I cried out against
the delicious onslaught of his cock. The sight of him fucking me relentlessly
in the huge mirror, strong muscles flexing and the satisfaction on his face as
he claimed me, brought pleasure flooding to my core as I cried out in ecstasy,
calling his name and clinging on to the dresser, my knuckles white. It was
almost more pleasure than I could stand, my eyes closing again as I fell deeper
and deeper into the blissful abyss as he cupped and squeezed my breasts.
“Fucking look at me” he demanded, pinching my nipples hard, pounding deeper and
faster and as I opened my eyes, gazing back at him through the mirrored glass,
my nerves exploded, as he stilled suddenly, his cock pulsing inside me and I
felt his hot wet liquid warming me from the inside out.

He
pulled out of me slowly, holding me tightly as my legs buckled, picking me up
gently and laying me on the bed as he moved beside me, his arm around my
shoulders as I snuggled my head against his chest. I had blown him and he had
reciprocated by blowing me away, every bone in my body exhausted from the
beautiful power he had unleashed on me, and I knew at that moment that doing
this thing with Jason King had been absolutely the right decision. His soft
kisses on my head were the last thing I felt before drifting into a peaceful,
satisfied slumber.

The
ringing of his phone brought me around and my heart sank. I had no idea how
long I’d been out but he was still by my side holding me tightly, reaching over
to pick it up and answering it quietly. He still didn’t know I was awake and I
prayed to God it wasn’t happening again, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand it.

“Tell
him twelve million and I’ll do the deal now” he said and I could hear the smile
through his voice, as I exhaled a huge involuntary sigh of relief which alerted
him to the fact I’d awoken as he gazed down at me grinning. There was no doubt
in my mind he knew the origins of the sigh and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Very well, I’ll see you in Monte Carlo” he laughed ending the call, pulling me
on top of him, grinning broadly as he held me tight.

 
“You look pleased with yourself” I giggled. “I
am” and the sheer delight in his face was infectious. “What have you done?” I
laughed, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes that were twinkling deliciously
under thick long dark lashes. “Bought myself a yacht” he smiled as I gasped,
staring at him wide eyed. “For twelve million pounds, Jesus Christ Jason just
how rich
are
you?” “Rich enough” he growled, moving so
quickly that within two seconds flat I was underneath him, arms pinned against
the bed by his strong wrists and I was giggling uncontrollably. “You’re not
kidding” I laughed, my growling stomach betraying my hunger as he moved a hand
to stroke it along my abdomen. “You hungry?” he grinned. “Starving” I smiled,
hardly able to say anything different with the involuntary noises my stomach
was making. “Why does that not surprise me?” he laughed as I looked at him
aghast, gasping with shock, my jaw hanging loose for the second time in as many
minutes.

 
“I know you’re used to models Jason, but
calling a girl fat when you’re laying on top of her isn’t exactly flattering” I
pouted, frowning at him as he chuckled gently. “I didn’t call you fat, I think
you’re fucking perfect Charlotte” he smiled, releasing my wrists and running
his big firm hands over every inch of me. “I particularly like these” he smiled,
kneading my breasts, kissing and biting my nipples gently. “And this” he said
running his hands over my waist and the curve of my hips. “And this” he said,
reaching beneath me and squeezing my buttocks hard “is fucking delicious” he
grinned and I couldn’t help the giggle that burst through my lips.

 
“I like that you love your food, although the
triple chocolate cake and five sugar brew was a bit of a shocker” he grinned as
I smacked him playfully. “Entirely your fault” I said, biting my lip to stifle
my smile. “Do you like Chinese?” he smiled wickedly nuzzling my neck and
kissing it deeply, firing up the nerve endings and sending delicious shivers
dancing right through me, resonating in my very core. “
Mmmm
”
was all I could manage, gasping as he stood up and moved away, wanting nothing
more than to feel him inside me again and I couldn’t help the look of
disappointment that swept across my face.

 
“Stop pouting” he said, the small smirk
playing at the side of his mouth. He threw me a T- shirt that smelled of him as
he pulled on some low slung sweat pants and picked up his phone. “What do you
like?” he looked down at me, raising his eyebrows noting that I’d made no
effort to get dressed. “Everything” I giggled as he moved away from the bed. “I
should have guessed” he scowled as I threw the T- shirt right back at him. “Oh
dear, that’s very naughty” he turned, glaring at me menacingly and my breath
hitched, my insides coiling in response to the delicious threat and suddenly I
had stopped laughing. “We’ll deal with that later” he growled before leaving
the room, as I lay there, nervous, my heart pounding and more than a little
excited.

I
pulled on the white T- shirt that just skimmed my arse and found my panties,
following the sound of his voice into the beautiful living room I’d admired so
much on the first day he brought me here from the park. He’d ordered the food
and patted the couch next to him for me to sit down, pulling my legs over his
lap and stroking them ankle to thigh. “You do know Jason that some people could
consider sharing Chinese food a date” I said, biting my lip again hard and
trying to stifle my giggles, his
eyes narrowing
as he
studied my face suspiciously. “You’re staying tonight and you’ll need to eat
for what I have in store. I promised to look after you and that’s what I’m
doing” he said firmly, the statement making my stomach flip. I was
staying,
it was a statement, not a question.

I
didn’t challenge him. I was already going to be punished and I wasn’t
altogether sure I wanted to make it any worse.

 
“Besides I’m taking you on a date tomorrow” he
said, flicking on the TV and through the channels, muting the volume as I
raised my eyebrows. “What if I have plans?” I said quickly as his eyes shot to
mine, his face utterly unreadable. “You don’t” he growled as I frowned at him.
“How do you know?” I said, unable to stop myself smiling at the stern look that
had engulfed every feature on his beautiful face. “I don’t Charlotte, but if I
say I’m taking you on a date and you have plans, you change them” and I
couldn’t help my wide eyed incredulous stare. “Maybe I haven’t made myself
clear how this works” he said firmly. “Oh don’t worry Jason, I think I’m
beginning to get the picture. You say ‘jump’ and I saw ‘how high?’’” I laughed,
and far from being annoyed I was actually relishing the thought. “It’s not
quite like that Charlotte, but if you keep that in mind, you’ll do better than
you are right now” he grinned, pulling me in for a heart stopping kiss and I
was not about to argue with him.