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

by Ada Scott

  My husband pushed his hips up towards me, and I had to back away lest I feel that mind-bending cock on my lips and abandon all pretense of being coy. Austin let out a little ‘grr’ and I saw his biceps flex against the silky red bonds that held his arms.

  I moved further up and felt that hard thickness between my breasts. Every sensation came through loud and clear because I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath my button-up top.

  My chest pushed against him on either side, nuzzling the object of my desire as I licked the hard hills and valleys of his abs. Bump, bump, bump, my tongue ran across the inked skin and I almost wanted to sink my teeth into him.

  I reached the lower regions of his broad chest and I had to shift my legs over and outside of his so I was straddling him and could move higher. With a couple shuffles of my hands and knees, my pussy was poised right over that masculine hardness.

  Every muscle in Austin’s body appeared to be tensed. No doubt he was anticipating all the pleasure we were about to have, but the bonus side-effect was how damn sexy he looked, ready for action.

  With my hands resting on his pecs I slowly, carefully, lowered my sex against the hard underside of his shaft. I sighed in satisfaction under my breath when I felt his length nestled along my slit through my white panties.

  My labia almost seemed to kiss the side of his erection through the thin material, and I could feel every beat of his heart as if I was taking his pulse. I wondered if he could already feel how hot he made me.

  It wouldn’t be long before my excitement was soaking through those panties, I’d been on the edge of my seat ever since we made the arrangements to have the penthouse to ourselves. Rocking my hips back and forth, I gently tickled myself with the hard ridge of manhood.

  “You sexy little bitch. I’m gonna make you squeal.”

  That sounded like a good idea to me. First, though, I was going to savor this perfect specimen of masculinity. I leaned forward, pausing halfway to appreciate the pressure of his cock on my clit, and gave him a kiss.

  Our lips locked, and I felt his tongue expertly dancing with mine. I couldn’t help but grind on him a little harder than I intended as I let myself get swept away. I hoped I would always be left this breathless by his kisses.

  Fighting every instinct I had to just pull those panties to the side and fill myself with hard dick, I reversed my movements from before, shuffling backwards and positioning myself between his legs again. I ducked my head down and gently touched the tip of my tongue to his balls, lifting first one and then the other before giving his heavy sack a thorough tongue bath.

  You could have bent a new horseshoe around Austin’s cock by the time I licked and kissed my way up its length. My hands curled around under his ass cheeks as I reached the tip, and I could feel the power there.

  It was these muscles more than any others that were responsible for jack-hammering his manhood into me so hard so many times since he first took my virginity. When I curled my tongue around the head of his cock and pulled it into my mouth, those muscles tensed, seeking to thrust forward on instinct.

  Using only my lips and tongue, so I could keep my hands on his ass, I maneuvered his erection to an angle such that I could begin to bob my head up and down. The ridge of his cock head bumped against my lips and pushed them out every time I pulled my head back, and I swirled my tongue on the sensitive underside as I went, just the way he liked it.

  “Damn, you get better at that every day. I wanna fuck that face of yours! Take it all, Sky, kiss the base.”

  Austin thrust his hips up harder than before, and the head of his cock hit the back of my throat with a wet smack. I was supposed to be in charge here, but there was no taking complete control of a man like Austin, not when he loved me so hard and so well, mind, body and soul.

  I smiled, gently gripping the end of his cock in my teeth for a second just to remind him he was the one who was tied up this time. His hips stopped moving in that grip, and I considered it a major victory in a war where everybody would win anyway.

  Using my lips again, I pushed down and felt his hard slippery rod touch against the back of my throat. I put as much pressure on as I could, trying to get that thickness down.

  Austin groaned in low satisfaction, but I couldn’t get it in, the angles were simply not working without the help of my hands. I pulled back a bit and then crawled my lower body around, keeping my mouth on his cock until I was facing the other way and straddling my husband in a sixty-nine position.

  My pleated skirt shrouded most of Austin’s head and my panty-clad pussy was right above his face. I could feel his stubble, then his nose and lips, nuzzling at each thigh, slowly working his way to the edge of my panties to test the strength and dexterity of his tongue like some carnival side-show where my pussy was the prize.

  While he distracted me with his efforts, I pushed my head forward against his cock, feeling that same resistance at the back of my throat. Bobbing my head a few times, almost as if building up momentum, I let my throat get used to the pressure and my gag reflex wane.

  Austin’s tongue was licking my skin right at the edge of the leg-hole of my panties, his nose teasing my labia through the material. I moaned, deep and long, right on his cock and something about that relaxed my throat enough to let the swollen head pop in.

  My husband’s hips jerked in response at the sensation of my tight throat around him, and another inch slid in then out again as he relaxed and continued his mission to discover the pink paradise beyond that frustrating elastic.

  I could feel his breath hot on my skin, and even through my panties, which were wet from his licking and my own arousal. Between each breath, my skin cooled in the air, and I could feel the same effect on my pussy lips, pressing against the wet material.

  With a firm grip on his ass, I pulled myself forward, slowly impaling myself on his cock. My eyes watered at the sheer length and girth of it and I thought how easy sword-swallowers had it in comparison.

  I even felt a spark of pride that Austin had managed to train me so well in a relatively short period of time. Most girls would run for the hills before taking a cock like this so deep that I could reach out with my tongue and lick his balls, angles permitting of course.

  I was about three quarters of the way down his cock when Austin succeeded in his mission to get his tongue into my panties, first tugging them aside with his teeth and then pressing his mouth against my pussy to keep the material out of the way. With his lips on my labia and his tongue slowly flickering across my clit, I forced my head the rest of the way down to hide his full length down my throat.

  I held it there as long as I could, the desperation to squeal building up inside of me like a pressure cooker. I twisted my head from side to side, moved my tongue around the shaft, even stuck it out to lick the base of his cock so he could know what a good job his wife was doing.

  There was only so long I could last without air though, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled back and removed the masculine obstruction from my airway. Looking back over my shoulder, all I could see was my thighs sticking out from under the skirt, along with subtle wet sounds as Austin licked my sex.

  “That feels so good,” I panted.

  Thankfully, Austin didn’t pause to comment, and I quickly returned my mouth to his stiff dick, bobbing my head and swirling with my tongue until I could feel that tension in his body that told me he was holding back a big load. He’d hold himself back though, until he’d had his fill of all the pleasure I could give him.

  Unlike my husband, I had no such control. When he started concentrating every flicker of his tongue on my clit, I was quickly railroaded down the path of vision-blurring pleasure.

  His every movement against my most sensitive spot built up this humming energy in my belly that spread out and made all my muscles clench up, one by one. My thighs squeezed his head, my hands his ass, and my lips his magnificent cock.

  All that sensation between my legs, the glorious sight of that dick slipp
ing in and out of my mouth and the muscular legs beyond it, was too much for me to resist. I moaned right on the head of his cock as my pussy muscles started to flutter.

  Ecstasy, pure and perfect, squeezed my eyes shut and made my legs quiver as Austin continued to fight off my panties’ attempts to regain lost territory and made my clit feel special with all that attention. I pulled my hands from his ass and grabbed his shaft with both of them, loudly and wordlessly whimpering on it as if I was a singer in a new genre of music.

  My chorus faded away with the pleasure and I was left with my eyes half-open in a no-doubt dopey expression, my heartbeat thundering in my ears and a rigid shaft of manhood in my mouth. Bliss this exquisite shouldn’t have been possible. Now it was time to give as good as I had gotten, I was going to-

  Snap! Snap!

  The red silk ties that had captured the former heavyweight champion of MMA twanged as he broke them like they were nothing. His hands, held at bay for so long, were suddenly on me.

  “Hey, those were expensive!”

  “We can afford it,” he said, dismissively. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, I gotta fuck you like the dirty little wife you are.”

  Austin unseated me easily, and I rolled to the side as he whipped his blindfold off, which was already a little askew anyway. His jaw dropped and his eyes scanned me from head to toe, with that obstacle was out of the way.

  I bit my bottom lip, like the soaking-wet disheveled-hair post-orgasm schoolgirl I was dressed up as. Austin was consumed by unstoppable need, and I knew I was one little lady that was about to take everything an elite athlete could give between the sheets.

  “If you went to my school, I would have sneaked into your room after your parents were asleep and made you the most well-fucked girl in your class.”

  “My dad would-”

  “Would have regretted interrupting us.” Austin finished for me.

  He reached down to his legs and pulled at first one tie, then the other, snapping them as easily as he had the first two. Now completely free, albeit with thick silky red ribbons around his wrists and ankles, he reached out and gripped me by the neck, pulling me into a kiss.

  I could taste myself on his lips, another piece of evidence that pointed to the crime of how hard he’d made me climax. He could snuff my life out with that grip on my throat, but all that power was so utterly devoted to me that I knew he never would. He was lightning in my bottle, a bullet in my gun.

  With firm pressure, he guided me down until he let go of my neck and grabbed my legs, positioning himself between them more by moving my body rather than his. Austin pulled my calves up until I could see them up on either side of his head, his massive tattooed arms curled around like thick inked vines.

  My toes curled and wiggled as he kissed and licked each leg in turn, paying special attention to the back of my knees, which he knew drove me wild. His skilled teasing brought me back from my post-orgasmic daze and made me focus on just how much more my husband was going to do to me.

  Austin draped my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing my knees up near my head and pressing my breasts against my thighs. Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me into a kiss that pushed the limits of my flexibility and I could feel his heavy balls against my pussy.

  With our lips locked together, he adjusted his hips and his weighty cock dragged downwards across my navel. The tip flicked across my clit, making me yelp into our kiss, and then that majestic thickness was stretching my pussy lips around it as he pressed forward.

  As soon as the head of his stiff rod was lodged inside me, my husband pushed his entire length forward in one hard thrust that ended with the sound of bodies slapping together and filled me with cock. I broke off our kiss to squeal, and Austin reached behind my head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it back to make me expose my neck.

  Leaning down, he licked and sucked at the skin as he began to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy, feeling like a wild animal that might decide to tear my throat out at any moment if he got sick of this tickly teasing. I couldn’t bring myself to be afraid, I was tied in knots and getting fucked by the sexiest man in the world.

  His powerful thrusts pushed me down into the bed, only to bounce back up and meet him on the next stroke. Our bodies met each time and his heavy balls slapped against my ass over and over again, while the tip barely brushed against my cervix.

  “Fuck,” Austin groaned. “I would have got you pregnant in school. Fucking claimed you right from the start without wasting any time. Made you my little bareback fucktoy on the teacher’s desk.”

  “Yes sir!” I panted, while every hard thrust made my voice waver.

  Austin was putting a fire in my belly now as surely as he’d put a baby there before. And it was growing too.

  I imagined what it would have been like to have a boyfriend like Austin back in school. To sneak behind the bleachers, or whatever the sexually active couples used to do. Making out in the back seats of cars. Losing my virginity to him on my prom night instead of my wedding night.

  In a way it felt like just what he’d said, some years had been wasted before we were together. On the other hand, he’d fucked me hard and often, and that time was surely made up for by now.

  All that love, all that lust, fueled that campfire in my belly and I could feel it building up past a bonfire, past a forest fire... this was going to be a towering inferno of ecstasy.

  The world was starting to sound like my ears were muffled by pillows as the beating of my heart and the sound of my own breath started to dominate. The tips of my fingers and toes were tingling with the hint of my second climax when Austin leaned back, flipped me over with expert precision, and pulled my hips up so my ass was presented to him.

  I growled my frustration and Austin responded by jack-hammering into my pussy so hard that my mind was shaken into submission by the deep impacts. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, there was too much happiness, too much pleasure for me to keep it in.

  Thankfully, before I spontaneously combusted, my orgasm returned to the edge of that mental cliff and, with the constant pounding from the powerful athlete, leapt off with no hesitation. I arched my back and screamed affirmatives, trying to push against him as hard as I could.

  Austin’s hands left my hips and took my hair as reins, doing the work of bringing us together far more efficiently than I could. Colored star-bursts flashed in front of my eyes before I squeezed them shut to let myself float in this bliss.

  Smack!

  My husband’s other hand came down on my ass cheek and I screamed my pleasure again. I could feel my breasts swaying under me as his thrusts became more sporadic, that cock seeking out every last fraction of an inch of depth in my fluttering tunnel.

  I smiled dazedly when I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, then I moaned in satisfaction at the next spurt that capped off another hard and deep thrust. One of these days we should start considering some kind of protection, but how could it compare to this raw animalistic perfection?

  Austin leaned forward, flattening me out as he put some of his weight on top of me. He pulled my chin in his direction and I kissed him over my shoulder as well as I could as I caught my breath.

  “Oh fuck yes, Sky. You would have had a big load of cum in your pussy in every class.”

  “I think it’s time for mathematics now,” I said. “School is in. If one wife gets fucked two times today, how many inches of hard cock can fit down her throat?”

  Austin chuckled and slowly began to stroke his magnificent length in and out of me again.

  Austin

  Stealth was never my strong suit, but I put every last bit of effort I could into it now, just to get out of this room without waking Ryan up. I winced when the door clicked behind me, and paused for a second, listening intently.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of any stirring so I wouldn’t have to start settling him from scratch. When I came out to the living room,
I saw Kendall was already out there, having clearly worked her magic on Eli faster than I had on Ryan.

  Kendall was busily filling Skylar in on some cute thing the kids had done today, while Jace sat back in his chair with his fingers interlaced behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He had that look of concentration on his face I now knew so well.

  “Took you long enough,” said Kendall. “I was wondering if you were going to have enough time left to fuck him up in front of his bitch.” She jerked her thumb at Jace.

  The three of them laughed heartily.

  “Oh haha, you’re all so fucking funny. You’re never going to let that one go, are you?”

  “Not any time soon,” said Kendall.

  I sat down in an empty chair at Skylar’s end of the couch and Jace leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tenting his fingers in front of him. He looked from our wives to me and took a deep breath.

  “So, I’ve come to a decision,” he said.

  “About what?” I asked.

  “The long-term plan. All the shit that’s turned up while we’ve dug this Picolli and Bertolini weed out of the New Ashby garden has been… enlightening.”

  “There you go with your monk-on-a-mountain shit again. What are you talking about?”

  Jace pulled his hands apart and held them up, his eyes glancing upwards as he thought of how best to word whatever he was talking about.

  “My understanding of the Mafia organizational structure has changed. The degree to which the Picollis and the Bertolinis were intertwined is far deeper than I thought. The lines between them got especially blurred due to the pressure I put on in Port Magnus, but it’s always been this way, to a certain extent.”

  “OK. So? You crushed them like bugs over in Port. We’ve got them on the ropes here. What does this change?”

  “It means I can’t kill them,” Jace said.

  “They seem to be dying pretty well?” I shrugged, confused.

  “I mean I can’t kill the Picollis or the Bertolinis… not without killing, or assimilating, all the families. If I don’t, then they’ll always have a place to run. They’ll always have a place to regroup, access to huge resources that can make big problems for us. Endanger everything we’ve built.” Jace glanced at Kendall and Skylar, and in the direction of the rooms the kids were sleeping in.