Page 52 of The Gangster King

“On your knees,” I repeat. “If I have to ask you one more time, I will force your mouth onto my cock.”

I watch her chest as her breathing increases and then lift my eyes to hers.

Dilated.

I reach out and grip the top of her white denim shorts and tug her to me. Then slide my hand inside them.

Adelina gasps.

It takes me another second to find her wet juices.

“How many times have you played with your pussy, Addy? Wanting my cock?”

“None.” She lies, her voice shaky.

I know she has. I’ve jerked off at least five times since the other night.

I smile, but there’s no humor in it.

“You wouldn’t force me, so just stop being like this.” Adelina pushes me, but not enough to move my hand out of her panties, and I know that’s on purpose.

I slide my fingers to her clit and pinch.

“Oh god,” she cries.

Then I remove my hand, suck my fingers, and press the top of her head until she sinks to the floor.

Mostly willingly.

I undo my jeans and free my cock. Then watch as she takes it in her hand and wraps her mouth around it like I’ve dreamed of for ten fucking years.

My head tips back and I groan.

“Fuck, Addy.”

Her hot mouth surrounds my shaft, and it hits the back of her throat.

Motherfucker.

“That’s it, kitten, take me all the way down.”

I almost want to throttle her, wondering where she got these mad skills from, but I’m angry enough right now. Up and down she works her mouth over my cock, her hand skillfully stroking both my balls.

Saliva runs down her chin as I grab her ponytail and guide her movements. I shove my hips harder, wanting more.

Wanting speed.

Wanting her to fuck my cock with her throat.

When she moans, I almost come. I want this to last forever, but I also want to come over and fucking over.

How have I waited so long?

The tightness clamps my shaft, and I feel the magic sensation slice down my spine as my orgasm approaches.

“Addy, fuck.”

I’m not going to force her to swallow.