Kingston (Four Fathers Book 2)

by Dani René

  “I-I mean—”

  “Don’t lie to me, Kismet,” he warns. His body is so close to mine, caging me into the corner of the booth where his hand grips my thigh once more. “I don’t like liars. I take them, spank their pretty little asses, then fuck their tight little pussies until they’re squirming, and you know what I do after?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before continuing with more filthy promises that have my panties drenched and clit tingling. “I make them lick all those sweet juices from my dick. I do that so they can learn to keep those plump lips closed and not be dishonest about their needs.”

  “You’re utterly filthy,” I bite out in response, but the way I’m trembling, he can tell it’s not from fear. I’m turned on. I’m so wet, he could probably push his fist inside me easily.

  “And you wouldn’t have it any other way. I bet those pretty panties are drenched. I can smell you, little Kismet. If I took that scrap of material and licked it, I know you’d be even more turned on.”

  “Levi, we should go,” I murmur, my voice dropping into a whisper that is so quiet, I’m not sure he heard me. His gaze flickers and his mouth curls into a smirk.

  “Take this,” he says, offering me a handkerchief from his pocket. “And put it between your legs. Right now.” His order is clear. Snatching the material from him, I move it under the tablecloth and position it between my thighs. “Press hard against your pussy,” he growls like a goddamn caveman.

  “This is ridic—”

  “I didn’t ask you to speak. You’re to obey me. Remember the rules, Kristyn, or you’ll be punished severely.”

  “What? Are you going to spank me?” I retort hotly. His face changes into something dark and devilish. There’s a sinister, yet sinful glimmer in his dark eyes, and I wonder if I just unlocked a devil I’d rather have hidden away.

  “I’d do that and so much more. Hand me the handkerchief,” he commands. His presence alone is breathtaking, but when he’s in his element, being domineering, that’s when he’s a king.

  I hand him the soaked material, and he lifts it to his face, inhaling my scent. Something about the way he does it, so wrong and taboo, makes me ache. My body craves what he offers.

  All my life, I’ve been the good girl. I never did anything to jeopardize my schooling, my work, or my life, but with Levi, I want to break all the rules. He’s dangerous—not only to my body, but my heart.

  “We’re leaving,” he bites out. When he slips from the booth, he offers his hand to help me out. My dress falls perfectly closed, covering my intimate areas he had on display under the table moments ago.

  As we head for the exit, women, men, and couples all watch him, their eyes glued to the man who commands it. He doesn’t offer them a second glance, but they look at him as if he’s royalty, and I find myself wondering if he really is. How much do I know about Levi Kingston?

  “Get out of your pretty little head, baby girl,” he tells me with that husky, whiskey-laden tone. It sounds as smoky as the alcohol he’s been drinking.

  “What do you mean?”

  He stops suddenly, halting on the sidewalk where we almost crash into other couples walking hand in hand. From a distance, we look like them, but upon closer inspection, we’re nothing alike. “You think too much,” he offers.

  “And why is that so bad?”

  “Because, baby girl, there’s so much more of a world out there when you stop thinking so much.” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come.” He laces his fingers through mine, tugging me toward the ocean. We can walk there, but I’ve never been anywhere close to the pier at night.

  My father’s always been one to watch me like a hawk. Now that I have freedom, I’m unsure of what to do with it. Levi seems to have more of a free spirit than I do, and he’s twice my age. That saddens me somewhat. I’m not like other twenty-one-year-olds. I don’t go out clubbing; I look after my father.

  Moments later, we’re on the pier, looking out over the blackened ocean as it crashes wildly against the shore, in the same way Levi crashed into my life. Like a wave knocking my feet from under me, he’s slowly dragging me into his depths, and I’m afraid I’ll drown in him.

  “It’s beautiful,” I say, focusing on the cresting tide. The darkness swallows us as we step off the pier onto the sand. Levi holds my hand so I can slip off my shoes.

  He leads me closer to the water, our feet on the cool, wet beach. My skin tingles from the chilly water, but it does nothing to quell the heat Levi ignites within me. And that scares me more than anything else.

  Chapter Eleven

  Levi

  She silently watches the waves, her hand gripping mine almost painfully. Something about this girl changes me. She doesn’t back down from a challenge, but she has a fragility that makes me want to protect her.

  Not because I feel she’s mine, but because she has an innocence I want to nurture. I may give Eric grief for choosing younger, plastic dolls to fuck, but those are the innocent ones who will give you their all. And I have a feeling Kristyn will do that with me.

  The dark waves beat against the shore, attacking it with vengeance, as if telling me I’m fucking up. I want this girl. I want to fuck her, hurt her, make her cry—and I want her to crave me doing those things. I know deep down she enjoys darker delights, but it’s that tiny flame inside her that holds me back.

  Suddenly, she rips her hand from my grasp, reaches for the hem of her dress, and peels it off, leaving me with the view of her black lingerie. “Time to let go,” she giggles, racing toward the water.

  Her body hits the chilly waves, her skin glistening in the low light of the moon and a few strobe lights from the bars and clubs on the strip. Thankfully, there’s no one else around. If any other man laid eyes on her right now, I’d probably beat them to death.

  Those chestnut waves that were styled perfectly only moments ago are loose, drenched in the salty water. Her smooth skin taunts me with droplets of water shimmering like diamonds. A precious jewel.

  Her giggles echo back to me. “Hey, come join me, Mr. Kingston.” She smiles.

  Pulling off my tie, I drop it on the sand. My shirt follows, along with my slacks and socks. I’m left in only a pair of boxers as I wade into the depths.

  Gentle rolling waves attack me. I grip her hips when I reach her, pulling her curvy frame against me. She fits into my every nook. “You called, little Kismet?” I growl into her ear, causing a tremble to shoot through her.

  “Levi.” The soft murmur of my name on her lips makes my cock throb against her pert little ass. It hardens painfully, wanting to slide inside her—to claim her. My hands grip her ass cheeks, lifting her against me. Her long, lithe legs wrap around my waist while her arms twine around my neck.

  “I’m going to do things to your body right here. I want to hear you scream over the crash of the waves.” I shove my boxers down my thighs with one hand and my cock juts out, pressing against her panty-clad entrance. “Move your panties. I want inside you,” I bite out through clenched teeth.

  Her hands move swiftly, obeying my order like a good girl should. Rolling my hips, I inch into her tight heat, savoring each and every whimper she allows to escape. Her head drops back and her eyes flutter closed as I thrust deeper, fully seating myself in her pussy.

  “Oh god,” she whimpers, her nails clawing at my shoulders as she begins to bounce along with the waves. Our bodies are jostled, but we’re connected so deeply, nothing breaks us apart.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything more than lust for a woman, but with Kristyn, I find affection creeping in. It’s a gentle nudge each time I’m with her.

  “Ride me. I want to feel you take control,” I tell her.

  Those blue gems pierce me when she snaps them my way. Using her legs and hands, she lifts herself, then eases down my shaft. Again, and again. My cock throbs with every movement of her slick walls as they pulse and flutter.

  “Do you like me fucking you, Kismet?”

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��I do,” she confesses, her pearly whites biting down on her lower lip. Her pupils dilate as she watches me intently while taking my dick inside her. My fingers trail to the crack of her pretty ass, nudging her panties to the side. My index finger taunts the tight hole, circling it, teasing it. “I…I…oh…” she whimpers as it dips into her.

  “You’re so tight, I bet my cock would rip you apart,” I chuckle. Her tits bounce in front of me, and my mouth finds one nipple. Latching on, I bite down hard while fingering her asshole as she rides me faster.

  “I’m going to—”

  She cries out, but can’t finish the sentence when I insert a second digit. The shudder of her body is the only evidence that an orgasm has just coursed through her because her eyes are locked on mine. I’ve been with many women over the years, but having her look directly at me as she unravels is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Levi,” she mumbles again, dropping her head into the crook of my neck.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl,” I warn as I wade out of the deep water and press her against one of the wooden pillars of the pier.

  With her back flush against it, I pull out slowly, then slam back into her cunt. Her screams echo around me as I fuck her mercilessly. I’m violent, rough, but the arousal dripping from her tells me she’s loving it.

  My hand grips her neck, my mouth crashes down on the smooth, supple swell of her breast, and I bite down hard, sucking the flesh into my mouth, my teeth surely close to breaking skin.

  Her body convulses and her cunt tightens, sucking me deeper inside. Her mewls and whimpers are music to my ears as I drive myself so deep, I’m sure I’m hitting her womb. A thought hits me violently. I want her pregnant with my baby.

  I want her swelling with my seed.

  Again, and again, my hips crash into hers. Her nails rake through my hair, over my neck and shoulders, until I feel her draw blood. My release shoots through me, and I empty myself inside her.

  We still for a moment, my breathing ragged, sweat glistening on both our bodies. Kristyn is still trembling. A gentle vibration races through her body as the pleasure slowly subsides.

  “You’re a good girl, Kismet,” I coo into her ear, planting kisses along her collarbone and the curve of her neck. When I reach her ear, I tug it into my mouth, suckling the flesh which is free of any earrings. Her flavor is sweet, alluring, and I want to taste every inch of her body. I want her to yearn for my tongue, my fingers, and ultimately, I want her to be a slut for my cock.

  “You make me feel things,” she whispers. It’s so quiet, I almost miss it. Almost. I don’t respond. Instead, I let her down and help her back into the dress she discarded on the beach.

  Once we’re dressed, we make our way up toward the road and back to the restaurant where my car is parked.

  The silence surrounding us is stifling.

  You make me feel things.

  Her words echo in my brain. They knock around in my chest, attempting to grip my heart. I locked it away so long ago, I forgot I have one.

  I can’t fall for this girl.

  She’s merely entertainment for the time being. There’s one way to cure this stupidity, and that’s to share her with a friend. To watch her fuck someone else will ensure I focus on what I’m doing with her: playtime.

  The drive is quiet, but I hear her.

  It’s as if she’s talking to me with all those thoughts running rampant in her mind.

  I didn’t want her to feel anything more than pleasure. It’s only our first night. What happens at the end of the thirty days?

  I have to put a stop to this.

  “Are you angry with me?” she asks from the passenger seat. Her tentative tone is jarring, like a child who’s been admonished by her parents.

  “No, of course not. I’m taking you home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smile, but it’s fake. I’m not happy to be taking her home, but I need to.

  When we finally pull up to the house, I exit the car and round to her side. Helping her out, I wait a moment before pulling her in for a kiss goodnight.

  “You can be romantic when you try hard enough,” she teases. The tension leaves my shoulders for a moment as I chuckle at her words.

  “Don’t get used to it. Tomorrow, I’m fucking you on my desk.”

  Last night, I dreamed of her. Her body, those lips, eyes, tits—everything about this woman has caught me unaware.

  A knock on my office door tells me she’s on the other side. My cock thickens, my heart thuds wildly, and I bite back a groan as an image of her on my desk assaults me.

  “Come inside.”

  She does, her hips swaying as she heads toward my desk. The door closes behind her, sequestering us from everyone else in the building. It’s just us. Her sweet perfume makes me rise from my seat. My hands are on her hips, pulling her closer, needing every inch of my body against hers. I want to see her cheeks flush, her lips part on a moan, and I want her nails digging into my scalp as I make her come all over my face.

  “Bend over my desk and hitch up your skirt. I want to take you right now.”

  “Levi.” It’s a warning, but my name on her lips only fuels my need.

  “Do it.” The order is clear. Do not deny me what I want. Fucking her like this will stop my feelings from turning into something more—something I’m not capable of giving her. Her pupils dilate as desire courses through her, sending a shiver over her body.

  “I wanted to—”

  “I didn’t ask you to speak. I need to fuck you. If you can’t obey an order, then get the fuck out of my office, Kristyn,” I utter in frustration. My emotions are in turmoil right now. “I just…I need this.”

  Her gaze darkens with confusion. I expect a sassy retort, but she doesn’t say anything for a long while. We stare at each other in silence, wordless promises and affections hanging between us.

  Finally, she moves, glances over her shoulder at me, and murmurs, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” with flushed cheeks and pouty lips. Her big eyes, the color of the ocean, peek at me from over her shoulder. The sleek gray skirt bunched over her hips and fleshy globes of her ass are pointed right at me.

  “We shouldn’t have done it the first, second, or third time, but that didn’t stop us. Did it?” I quip as I palm her flesh. My voice drips with hunger for this woman—this girl who’s half my age. Granted, not all twenty-somethings make me hard as steel when they walk into my office.

  Opening her to my gaze, I lean in to find a sweet, wet spot of arousal on her pastel blue panties. “Did you wear these for me?” I grip the material with my thumbs and tug them over her hips, down her long slender legs. Her scent is intoxicating. My office is going to smell of fucking when I’m done, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Kingston,” she retorts.

  Lifting my hand, I rain down a swat on her ass, left, right, then down her thighs until her knees buckle. The red markings have my cock hardening further. I’m no longer semi-aroused. Now, I’m ready to fuck her into next year while she comes all over my thick shaft.

  “Please, Sir,” she mumbles as she claws my desktop, trying to find purchase.

  Ignoring her, I splay her beautiful ass once more. Both holes open to me—to anything I want to do to her body. I lean in, running my nose up her inner thigh, just missing her core.

  Mimicking the action on her left leg, I can’t help the smirk that curls my lips when she whimpers. The glistening hole of her cunt is needy and ready for me. My tongue darts out, lapping at her smooth lips, causing her to cry out my name.

  “If you don’t shut up, Eric will be stalking in here to see what’s going on,” I grunt out through clenched teeth. I know he’s in a meeting with a client and won’t bother if my office door is closed, but she stays silent, heeding my warning.

  Rising, I take the shredded panties and stuff them into her mouth. Her eyes are wide with shock and indignation, but I merely offer her a shrug before moving behind her once more and
kneeling between her thighs. With another long lap at her holes, I tease the puckered one with my tongue. Her response is a muffled mewl.

  My fingers move to her pussy. I dip two inside her, feeling her pulse around them. Her slick heat, tight and warm, taunts me and my cock. I continue fucking her slowly, my thumb circling her clit, sending her spiraling.

  Her legs shake, shuddering as she cries out once more when her orgasm shatters through her. Taking both fingers, I trail them up to her tight hole and finger it open. She’s still coming down from her high when I slip into her ass.

  Giving her no time to recover, I reach for her hardened clit with my other hand and tweak it until she’s unraveling on my desk once more. Sweet, musky juices drip from her, and I lap them up like a starving man.

  Pulling my fingers from her, I shove my slacks down along with my boxer briefs. My shaft juts out toward her, needing to drive into her. With one hand, I fist my cock, teasing it up and down her slit, the tip glistening with our mingled arousal.

  Without warning, I grip her hips and plunge balls-deep inside her tight cunt. She whimpers, and I growl low in my chest as she holds onto the desk. My hips leave her as I pull back, then slam back into her, fucking her into the wooden top.

  My fingers on her hips pin her down as I move faster. She’s tight, so fucking tight, squeezing my cock inside her. I rain down a swat on either cheek, watching her body pulse from the assault. Her puckered hole is mine. I lean in and spit on it, working two fingers inside while keeping rhythm of my cock in her cunt.

  Our bodies slam into each other as I take her.

  Kismet.

  She’s my fate.

  My balls draw up as another release tenses her from the tips of her toes up to the ends of her fingers. She cries out into the material, and I join her, emptying myself inside her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kristyn