The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (29 page)

I was drunk on the victory, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t help but think about all my street fights, all those amateur and pro fights as I was coming up through the ranks.

The victories had come from lots of submissions, and the odd knock-out, but one thing always remained the same. After the fighting, came the fucking. There was nothing like capping off this feeling with burying my cock into a tight pussy and, lucky me, I knew who had the hottest damn pussy in this city.

I needed to
fuck
. Right
now
.

G
etting
any work done was pretty much impossible now. I’d brought a bunch of lecture notes and textbooks to this tutorial room. I knew it was empty for the hour before my Wednesday tutorial, and much quieter than the library.

Within a few minutes of arriving, all that went out the window when Austin called asking me where I was. He sounded halfway between crazed and thrilled with something, but didn’t give me a chance to find out
what
.

When he asked if I was alone, my confusion only grew.

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “Is everything OK?”

“Good. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m on my way.”

“What?”

“See you soon, bye.”

The sound of a motor in the background told me he was in a car and pushing it hard, but then the line went dead. I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

Austin had never visited me on campus before. He usually didn’t have enough spare time in the middle of the day to make it here and back in between training sessions. Maybe now, with the fight so close, he was lowering the intensity or frequency of the workouts. Now that I thought about it, he had mentioned something about that.

The phone call was so rushed that I had no idea when he was actually going to arrive. Thankfully, after ten minutes of trying and failing to recapture my train of thought, my question was answered by another call.

“Hello?”

“I’m looking at a campus directory map thing. Where are you? What building?” he asked.

“The Mendel Building. Room three three one, on the third floor. What’s going on?”

“Mindle Building?”

“Mendel. MEN-DEL.”

I heard him muttering “Mendel” over and over again for a few seconds.

“Gotcha. Three three one. Third floor.”

“What is going
on
, Austin?”

“You still alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Get your panties
off
.”

The line went dead again and I looked at my phone even more incredulously than last time. Here? Really?

When I signed that contract in Robbie Johnson’s office, I never could have dreamed of the kind of things that would change for me. It would have taken a pretty optimistic girl to see husband material in Austin, but it had happened.

One thing that
hadn’t
changed was that all he had to do was take off his shirt or say something like
that
to put me in heat. I loved him, I admired him… and I
wanted
him. So much.

But
here
? What if the grad student running the tutorial came early to set something up? What if one of my classmates had the same idea I did?

On the other hand… I remembered the sex-fest from the day I moved into his house. Fifteen orgasms in one day was a pretty persuasive memory.

I looked around the room conspiratorially, then reached under the desk and up my skirt. With a little shuffle and a few tugs on each side, my panties slipped down around my ankles. I quickly gathered them and put them into my bag.

The hall outside the room was relatively deserted. It typically got pretty busy between lecture blocks, and then died down quickly.

I could hear footsteps out there, and my heart started pounding every time I heard them approach the door, only to be disappointed every time they walked on past. Anticipation tingled in my fingers and toes, and I wiggled them unconsciously in response.

The cool air wafted against my sex, and I blushed when the thought of staying like this during my tutorial crossed my mind. The desks were arranged in a U-shape facing the front of the room, so the people opposite might see me. Oh my
gosh
, I felt naughty already.

There
. I heard a set of footsteps that could certainly have been described as purposeful, if ever any footsteps could. They alternatively rushed and paused, presumably looking at room numbers, getting louder as they approached.

An impish smile raised the corners of my mouth when the door opened and Austin’s head peeked in. He spotted me and his eyes narrowed with raw sexual hunger. He entered the room, locked the door and pulled a blind down over the window in the door.

I came to my feet as Austin circled around the desks. I didn’t have time to push my chair back in before he swatted it to the side. He grasped my head with both hands, fingers buried in my hair, and pulled me into a deep kiss.

Straining up on the tips of my toes, his momentum pushed me backwards until my back hit the wall with a thump that temporarily separated our lips and forced a little ‘oof’ of air out of me. Any breathing space was short-lived though, as Austin’s mouth found mine again and locked me into another passionate kiss.

Austin bent at the knee and pushed one between mine, spreading my legs a little as he pressed against the full length of my body. My breasts were squashed against him and one another under the pressure, tantalizing my nipples against the inside of my bra and creating deep cleavage. My husband pulled his head back to admire it for a second.

“Let’s see how well you followed instructions,” he said.

One hand curled around my back, holding me in place while the other ran down my neck, over my breast, and down my body before reaching up my skirt. I spread my legs a few inches further and looked up at him without breaking eye-contact.

“I’m a good wife,” I said.

His hand found my pussy and I sighed with contentment as one finger stroked my labia. It was intoxicating how such a big powerful man could be so light and precise with his movements, especially when all that skill was focused between my legs.

“That you are, Sky, and the sexiest little thing in this fucked up world. You’ve got something that I want, and you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

His finger delicately stroked my clit and I yelped at the jolt of pleasure. As always, his very presence was like a drug for me.

“All yours,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah.”

Austin pulled away, bringing me back to the desk by his grip on my neck. I hurried to keep up, his every movement speaking of an urgent need that only I could satisfy.

He bent me over the desk. “Hold on tight,” he said.

I did as I was told and curled my fingers around the opposite edge of the desk as he knelt behind me. His hands ran up the inside of my legs and I heard him ‘Mmmmm’ in appreciation with enough emphasis to make the smile on my face even bigger.

“For. Fucking.
Ever
,” he said under his breath.

As I looked over my shoulder, I saw my skirt flipped up over my lower back, and I could just see the top of Austin’s hair from my vantage point. He shook his head and sighed.

“Fucking perfect pussy.”

I wiggled my ass a little in response and Austin leaned forward, kissing and licking my inner thigh right where it met my body next to my pussy. His rough stubble teased me on either side of my labia, as his lips and tongue made unspoken promises of pleasure.

He worked his way down my legs as far as the back of my knees before coming back up again and never
quite
getting to my eager sex, and after a few minutes of this delicious torture, I was being driven slowly insane. The heavyweight champion of my pussy paused to survey his handiwork, seeing the sopping wet mess he’d made, and finally decided to take pity on me.

He swirled his tongue around my clit for a moment, before lapping upwards along the length of my slit. Delving as deep as he could past my tight teen entrance, he explored that special place where he was the only man to have ever gone.

Despite his barely restrained lust, which I could
feel
as a quivering in his lips, he paid close attention to every last fold and curve of my sex, almost worshipping it with his licking, sucking and kissing. Every time his tongue strayed to my clit, it built up a fiery ball of pleasure in my belly, and I knew exactly what I was in for.

Smack!

I squealed and threw my head back as Austin spanked me, no doubt leaving a clear red hand-print on my ass like he was branding me as his own. As if there was any doubt of that.

Even after everything that Austin had done to me, it was still hard to believe I just got spanked in a tutorial room on campus. And I was going to cum like a banshee. And get fucked…
hard
.

Austin’s palm circled around on my ass cheek where he’d just spanked me, keeping me on edge about getting another smack as he returned his attention to eating my pussy from behind. Instead, his other hand curled around my thigh, pulling my body against his mouth as he
really
buried himself in his task.

My juices were flowing freely, but my husband’s almost superhuman tongue was up to the task, and I didn’t feel any of my sweet nectar flowing down my thighs. Each breath I took was becoming less like breathing and more like shrieks of ecstasy, as my orgasm threatened to rob me of my powers of sight when it arrived.

Sensing how close I was, Austin gripped as tight as he ever had, locking himself in place and going to
town
on my clit. I thought the world was going to explode along with me.

Pleasure, pure and white hot, made me gasp. I was just about to let it all out in a window-shattering affirmation when I saw the handle on the door start to turn and I clamped my hands over my mouth.

I couldn’t tell Austin to stop. If I let my hands go, then all I would do is let loose a scream of ecstasy. All that pleasure churned and broiled inside of me with nowhere to go, as I watched the handle jiggle as the person on the other side found the door locked.

Austin, oblivious or apathetic, forced ever more pleasure into the pressure cooker that was my body until I was beyond what any nineteen year old girl could take. The handle stopped moving and I prayed that the footsteps I heard walking away were real rather than wishful thinking.

Either way, I let out a long groan of relief and satisfaction, hoping that all that stress hadn’t done any lasting damage to my internal organs. My legs were not supporting any of my weight now, as the last tendrils of my climax made me twitch and Austin’s tongue finally slowed.

“Time to do what you were born to do, little girl. Stay right there, that’s exactly where I want you,” said Austin, getting to his feet.

I wiped a bit of dribble that had found its way out of the side of my mouth. “Wait, somebody’s coming,” I panted.

“Yeah, me, in
you
.”

“But-”

Smack!

My husband’s palm came down right on top of the last handprint and I sucked air in through my teeth. Seconds later, the sound of a zip told me all I needed to know about how the remaining time until my tutorial would be spent.

Fat,
hard
, dick pushed at my still-quivering pussy-lips and started to slide inside me. I scrambled to regain my grip on the edge of the desk and grunted with the effort of accommodating him.

No matter how many times he fucked me, the first thrusts were always like my first time with him. The panic, the primal
need
, coursed through my body and made me push back against this huge masculine invader, despite the fear and sense of him being simply
too big
.

Everything else in my world disappeared except for the sensation of
fullness
as inch after hard throbbing inch of majestic cock found a home in my tight little pussy. Austin pushed himself halfway in, then pulled almost completely out, before thrusting himself forward again until I felt his jeans against my ass.

“Holy mother of
fuck,
you feel good,” growled Austin.

He had no idea. The triumph of taking a cock like his, the way it pulsed and twitched against the sensitive walls of my vagina, the way his powerful body
rocked
mine, felt like being the sexiest woman who ever walked the Earth, if only for a while.

Austin buried his hand in my hair and grasped a fistful, before steadying himself with his other hand on my ass, and thrusting his length in and out of me. He pulled back hard, dragging my head up off the desk and forcing my entire body against his pounding cock.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop a few squeals and moans escaping my mouth as Austin steadily built up the pace of his fucking. I was thankful for the muffling sound of his jeans against my skin, otherwise the clapping sound might have made passersby in the hallway think a magician was giving a performance to an enthusiastic audience of one.

In a way, that was exactly what
was
happening, except no magician in the world ever sported a wand as thick as Austin’s. Driving into me with all the power of the elite athlete he was, I arched my back, feeling my breasts shake inside my bra with every impact, my nipples rubbing against the silky material.

If I was right about Austin having a lighter training schedule today, it sure felt like he was using up all the extra energy on me. Every stroke of his sizable cock seemed to fuel his own fire, and he steadily increased the pace of his thrusts until he was jack-hammering into me so hard and fast that the room went blurry and I had to shut my eyes.

I felt like I was almost having an out of body experience, transported to another realm of ecstasy, mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut, and a heavyweight fighter pounding into me from behind with such power that I thought I might get bruises on my ass cheeks. My panting quickly transitioned from mere attempts at supplying my body with the oxygen it needed, to gasping ‘O’s of bliss, while Austin growled his own pleasure.

I could feel a sheen of sweat breaking out and cooling on my forehead as I was pushed inexorably towards my first on-campus orgasm. With one last moan, it hit me and I felt suddenly weightless.

The desk, and the rest of the room, seemed to drop out from underneath me. It was like I was floating through space, every square inch of my skin bombarded by pin-pricks of pleasure while the most glorious cock in the universe sawed in and out of my pussy. The first hot spurt of Austin’s creamy sperm slowly brought me back to a reality that was just as wonderful.