The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (22 page)

My body responded to his attention the way it had since the first moment we met, and it was only Austin’s eager tongue that saved my wedding dress from getting even more soaked. My fake husband lapped at my sweet nectar as if he’d crossed a desert to go down on me, sounding like I was the most delicious meal he’d ever had.

I reached down beyond the bunched-up material of my wedding dress and ran my hands through his hair. My hips began to gyrate lightly against his face as each motion of his tongue and lips sent a pleasurable pulse of energy coursing from my clit to my belly, where it gathered in a humming ball of growing ecstasy.

Austin moved his hands until they were gripping my legs under the knees, and pushed them out and up until I was spread as far as I could go and my ass even rose off the bed a little. Just when I thought he couldn’t have me in a more vulnerable position, he found one.

In the back of my mind, the self that I’d grown up with was trying to remind me that I should feel
ashamed
to be like this. No wanton slut ever posed more crudely than this, but everything he did felt so damn
good
, that I had no brain power left to pay attention to everything that had hamstrung me my entire life.

“
Holy ssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

When Austin started licking me again, he turned all his attention to my clit, latching on with his lips and flicking furiously from side to side. My eyes rolled back in my head and I grasped at the covers on the bed so tightly I thought they might rip.

Every muscle in my body was thrumming with anticipation, shaking with the promise of the release of that ball of energy in my belly. There was no escape from Austin’s relentless assault on my clit, not in this position, not with his apparent determination to give me a lifetime of pleasure in a few minutes.

When I’d climaxed purely due to the feel of his cock through his pants, it was insane, but whatever was building inside of me now was going to turn my brain into mush. After a few more minutes, I started hearing a low humming in my ears, drowning out the occasional quiet slurp or murmur of appreciation from Austin, and the room seemed to get dim before my eyes.

A vision of a mushroom cloud flashed through my mind. This was it, the first murder by orgasm. So close… so…
close
…

Austin pulled back and stood up at the foot of the bed. Looking down at his handiwork with satisfaction.

I was right on the edge, driven halfway psycho with the need to cum, and he’d stopped. Why?
Why?

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I almost screamed.

“I told you this day would come, Skylar. The next time you cum, I’m going to have my cock buried in you-”

“Yes, anything!” I interrupted.

“But first… fucking
beg
for it.”

Austin pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing a
huge
cock that looked harder than diamond jutting out from his body. Caught between my desperation, the surprise of his demand and my first sight of his rigid girth, I couldn’t begin to think what the right words might be.

“I… I don’t… please…”

After extracting his feet from the clothes around his ankles, he reached down and pulled me to a sitting position. His manhood was right in front of my face, towering above it, twitching with each beat of his heart.

Up close, it was beautiful and terrifying. The size and shape of it called out to some primal need hidden deep inside me, maybe every woman. I was so drawn to it that it was almost like a physical pull, yet there was no
way
I could take something like that, not my first time, no matter how strong all those muscles were that would be driving it forward.

Austin cradled my head with one hand and grasped his hard shaft with the other, slapping my face with his cock. Every heavy impact only seemed to remind my body how close I was to cumming.

This will take you over the edge, Skylar. Remember how hard you came when he wasn’t even touching you? Imagine…

“If you want this cock, if you want to know what it’s like to be fucked until you go blind, you’ll beg for it,” he said.

Tiny splatters of pre-cum were smeared on my face, almost as if he was branding me as his own, claiming me and leaving his mark. I found myself trying to trap his cock with my lips, to kiss and lick it as he had done to me. Anything for more of it, as each exhalation turned into a quiet whine of need.

Austin pushed his cock against my lips, circling them and distorting my facial expressions, but never letting me get it inside. It wasn’t
fair
! I wanted it!

“Say ‘fuck me hard, sir’,” he commanded.

I looked beyond the massive erection that dominated my field of vision to the heavyweight fighter I’d married with one last plea for mercy written on my face. There was no room for negotiation written on his.

“F-f-fuck…”

“Say it.” He tapped my face with his cock again.

“Fuck m-me… hard… sir.”

“Damn right. Now take that dress off or have it
ripped
off, you little fucktoy.”

M
y wedding dress
had suffered enough for one day from how wet my husband had made me, so I took it off with a haste that surprised even myself, standing at the foot of the bed with him. Austin stopped me when all I had left on was my bra.

He curled one thick arm around my waist, holding my body against his as he reached for the clasp with his other hand. All I could think of was that immense cock pushing against my belly, and how I felt like a ragdoll in the presence of all his power. He
had
called me his fucktoy, after all.

With a snap of his fingers, the underwire of my bra released me, and I immediately felt the cool air on my skin as the undergarment fell loose. Austin pulled it off and threw it aside, grabbing one breast in his big hand, kneading it and giving the nipple a pinch hard enough that I moaned with my mouth closed.

Moving his hands under my armpits, Austin lifted me off the ground with no apparent effort at all and threw me back on the bed. Climbing on top of me before I’d finished bouncing, he pinned my hands to either side of my head as he kissed me deeper than I would have thought possible before meeting him.

I could feel the hard shaft of his cock brushing against my newly-shaven mound, his heavy balls bumping against my wet pussy. The moment I’d always been forbidden to even think about was so close.
So close
.

“Will you be… gentle?” I panted when our lips parted for a second.

Austin looked at me for a moment. “I could fuck you gentle… or I could fuck you
well
. I know what I’m
going
to do.”

With that, he let go of one of my wrists and reached down to guide his cock. I felt a trail of pre-cum smeared across my bare skin as he slowly brought it towards my pussy, and had a flash of panic.

“Wait! Do you have a condom?”

“There’s no way I’m using a condom on
you
. I’m going to fuck you the way nature intended and I’m going to
feel
you breaking yourself on my cock when you cum, not a piece of rubber.”

“But… but, I’m not on the pill or-”

“You should have thought of that before you begged for my cock.”

The tip of his hard shaft slid over my clit, making me squeal sharply, before it was parting my labia, seeking out my unprotected entrance. He was no schoolboy fumbling to understand what to do, and it wasn’t long before he was putting steadily increasing pressure on my virgin pussy.

“Look at you, pretending to care about a condom, pretending to wait for some limp-dick purity-ring motherfucker to marry you. You
want
to feel the hot cum of a real man inside you, you
want
to give it
all
up to me. You’re fuckin’
aching
for it. I can see it. Tell me to fuck you as hard as I can.”

My cheeks were burning in response to his words. He crashed through the walls I’d built up my whole life as if they weren’t even there, and saw me either for what I really was… or what his mere presence turned me into.

I wasn’t blushing because he was lying. I was blushing because he was telling the truth. My eyes were watering with the desperate need of my body.

Fucking me with that lethal weapon between his legs would be more than I could take, but anything would be better than having to live without it. Anything. I was his to use, condom or not.

“F-uck me as h-hard as you c-can.”

I couldn’t possibly know exactly what that would mean, and in a way it didn’t matter. All I could do was cope with each passing moment, starting with that pressure that immediately resumed against my completely inexperienced pussy.

Austin watched me with such intensity that it was like being under a spotlight. I’d never been the subject of such close focus before, as he read every quiver of my lip, every hitch of my breath and twitch of my eyelids, seeming to know
exactly
when I was at the breaking point, my pain threshold, then slowing down for a second.

It shouldn’t have been possible to have the kind of size he was endowed with. The entrance to my pussy was stretched out to a taut ring of fire, and I still had no sense that the head was even
in
yet.

He’d said that he was going to fuck me the way nature intended, but it almost felt like nature intended for him to breed an army of Amazonian Warrior Princesses, not somebody so diminutive in comparison to him. It was too much.
Too much!

A tear fell from the corner of my eye, and I was just about to cry out when I felt the ridge of his cock slip past my pussy lips, and there was a tiny relief as they clamped down on his shaft. With that small advance, the tip of his cock was at the final insignificant defender of my virginity. My hymen would fall next.

“Mmmm. I can feel it,” said Austin. “You. Are.
Mine
.”

My husband might not have heard my whispered “Yes” under his groan of pure satisfaction, and I barely had time to get it out before he pushed forward through my maidenhead like it was nothing. Austin fed inch after inch of thick cock into my innocent body as I squirmed and squealed underneath him, only pausing when I instinctively reached down and pushed against his hips to slow his advance.

He gathered my wrists and pinned both arms over my head with one big hand, before finishing what he’d started. It seemed like an eternity before his balls were resting against me again, and I had this incredible sense of
fullness
, as if I had more
cock
than Skylar inside my own skin.

I could feel every throb of his erection inside me, my hyper-sensitive walls making me so aware of the rhythm that it felt like my body had two hearts. He pulled back and I hissed a breath in through my teeth, and then yelped when he powered himself home so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall.

The pain burned between my legs, and despite the undeniable undercurrent of pleasure, the relief of not having to worry about guarding my virginity anymore, I squirmed away from it. With Austin, though, there was no escape.

He still pinned my arms above me, and his hips moved with mine as if he knew exactly what my body was going to do before I did. He kept his cock exactly where he wanted it.

When he chose, he began sliding his cock in and out, forcing that impossible thickness into my tight depths over and over again. My body shook every time he bottomed out in me, not as hard as the first thrust, but with enough strength that the sound of each impact rang out in the room like a slow clap.

Each stroke fueled both the fire and the pleasurable undercurrent. I had no idea which sensation would win. Surely something that size could do some
damage
… yet it also felt so good, so
perfect
, claiming my virginity and taking away the veil with which I’d covered my whole life.

Austin shifted to a slightly better position and began thrusting harder, keeping me walking that razor edge. My breasts began wobbling in time with his relentless pounding, and I tried to unbind my hands from his grip so I could support them, but he felt as strong as any handcuffs yet made.

The man who was taking my innocence so masterfully let his eyes roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin as thoroughly as he had read my face a few minutes ago. He admired his handiwork in every bounce of my breasts, every squirm of my hips and every twitch of muscle.

Out of everything, nothing seemed to please him more than the sight of his cock driving into my pussy. I could only imagine how big it looked with my lips stretched so tightly around it, how it glistened with our combined juices on every outstroke.

Maybe imagination was enough, because that very thought sent a pulse of utter ecstasy flashing from my clit to the very extremities of my fingers and toes. I squeaked and then bit my lip, embarrassed out of habit.

It was pure madness to be self-conscious about that little vocalization of pleasure, when my pussy was so wet for him. Like so many things, that reaction was out of my control.

If Austin noticed my moment of self-doubt, it didn’t affect his rhythm. If anything, he began slowly dialing up the pace of his fucking, and another flush of pleasure forced a little squeal of affirmation out of me.

The pain was still unquestionably there, but I had a sense that I was falling, or flying, in the other direction now. My nipples, painfully stiff, made no attempt to hide my arousal, waving like little pink flags of surrender to the powerful man thrusting above me.

Mmmmm, the powerful man above me. My pink tips might have been the only thing on my body that could match how hard he was, both that monster cock between his legs and his rippling muscles.

For the first time since I felt his girth pushing my labia to each side, I allowed myself to bask in his physical perfection. All that strength, working with the coordination of an elite athlete, covered in ink and, for the time being, concentrating on jack-hammering a huge cock into me.

I moaned as the pleasure grew, losing a constant battle to catch my breath. Austin hadn’t even broken a sweat yet; he looked like he could go forever.

Sensing the change in tide within me, Austin let go of my wrists and brought his hand to my throat. I curled one hand around his arm, as if I’d be able to do anything at all should he decide to squeeze, and let myself feel all that hard-thrusting power with the other.

“That’s it, there’s my dirty little wife,” he said.

Austin was pounding into me so hard and fast by this stage that my pussy was a cacophony of sensation. It was almost impossible to decipher what my nerves were trying to sing to me, where one thrust stopped and the next started. My body was almost vibrating rather than shaking.

One message that started quietly, but grew louder with every passing second, was that I was going to climax again, and climax
hard
. Dull pleasure from my clit flowed slowly out until my pussy muscles were fluttering around that huge cock and I was
so close
, I was going to scream the hotel down, I was…

Austin stopped for a moment and flipped my leg from one side of his body to the other, before grabbing my hips and pulling me up into doggystyle position. It was the tiniest of pauses, but my orgasm retreated from the brink far enough that I cried out in frustration.

“Fuck me! Do it! Fuck me,
hard
!”

Smack!

My husband’s hand on my ass rang out like a gunshot over my own panting and I yelped in surprise, partly at the unexpected pain but more at the unexpected
pleasure
. Austin resumed his former pace as if it was a starter’s pistol in a race, and this position allowed him even deeper access to my virginal pussy.

I winced anew as his cock claimed my most intimate depths, untouched flesh that was about half an hour less experienced than my entrance. The tip of his cock brushed up against my cervix a few times, leaving me in no doubt that I physically had nothing more to give.

When this fake marriage was over, I’d have nothing to give my hypothetical
real
future husband that Austin hadn’t already marked as his own. I bit my lip. How could anybody else ever make me feel like this? How would I ever find somebody that could fuck
so hard
?

Smack!

My orgasm came rushing back to the forefront and I screamed my affirmatives, trying to give Austin every sign I could to push me over the edge. I wasn’t sure if I was speaking in English, but it seemed to work.

Reaching forward, Austin grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, and used that grip to pull my entire body against his hard thrusts. I could feel the strain on my scalp, and it was almost as if that was the last signal I needed. My first cock-powered orgasm took me.

My muscles flexed as if in a quivery and pleasurable cramp. It curled my toes and, when it hit my abdominals, made me tug against the grip Austin had on my hair even more.

If he had let me, I would have buried my face in the pillow and muffled my orgasm, but he pulled back hard enough that I was looking up at the ceiling. I screamed my ecstatic delirium in that direction instead.

My pussy muscles were clamped on Austin’s ever-pistonning cock and I could feel every bump and vein of his majestic rod as a haze drifted in around the edges of my vision. It should have been illegal to feel this good.

From behind me, I heard Austin’s first grunt of effort, and he suddenly changed rhythm, opting for slower but harder thrusts. I gasped when I felt that first hot splash of cum inside me, and rose up on my knees until I was right against him.

Through the fog of pleasure still clouding my mind, I struggled for rational thought. This was really happening. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I’d given my innocence to my fake husband and let him cum directly into my unprotected depths.

And so
much
cum too! If more sperm meant a higher chance of pregnancy… oh my gosh. Hot spurt after hot spurt drenched my quivering teen pussy until, it seemed, without anywhere else to go, I felt a veritable torrent of it running down my inner thighs towards my knees.

I reached behind myself with both hands, thinking I was going to try to push him away. Instead, I found myself reaching even further, grasping at his ass to pull him into me even more.

Under my hands I felt his ass clench, corresponding with a push into my pussy and a jet of cum, over and over again, each clench, thrust and spurt gradually dwindling away until I was leaning back against him, feeling him twitch inside me as I tried to catch my breath.

Austin’s muscular arms were around me, holding me up. Without them I would have collapsed. The silence in the room grew as my breathing slowed, and my ears were ringing. Had I been screaming that loud? Or was this something that happens after sex that I’d never read about?

I moaned quietly when Austin cupped my breast and teased my nipple. I didn’t have the energy to do anything more. His cock, not deflated in the slightest, twitched sporadically inside me, as if still trying to deliver more sperm.

“Let’s fuck again,” he said.