Kingston (Four Fathers Book 2)

by Dani René

  “You sure about this? You’ve been teasing me all night,” I growl. She shudders, turning her head so her gaze falls on mine.

  “Just fuck me already, Levi,” she commands, and I chuckle. This woman is too fucking beautiful. Too perfect for me. I’ll never be worthy of someone like Kristyn Marshall.

  “I want you to drop your skirt and panties. Step out of them, bend over at the waist, and put your face on the bed. Reach back, open those pretty holes for me. Show me what I can take.” I expect her to tell me to fuck off. This is the beginning of debasement, and as much as I love it, not many women allow me to do this—to degrade them to mere fuck toys.

  However, this pretty woman obeys me with a smile. She pushes her skirt along with her panties down those long, lithe legs and steps out of them. Still wearing her black heels, she bends over, her torso on the bed, her hips at the edge.

  With one beautiful, erotic movement, she spreads her legs wide, then reaches back and opens herself to me. The sight has my cock just about ready to explode. Fuck me.

  “Is this what you wanted, Levi?” She moans my name like an elicit fucking promise. Oh darling, fuck yes, this is what I want.

  I don’t respond. Instead, I shove my shirt and boxers off and drop them on the floor. My teeth rip the foil packet open, and I’m sheathed in seconds. Gripping her perfect hip with one hand, I fist my dick, slapping the tip on her puffy cunt. She’s fucking drenched.

  “Ready, Kismet?”

  “Yes!” She shrieks as I thrust into her, fully seating myself. Her body tightens, sucking me into her heated core, and I don’t relent. I don’t do slow, sweet, love making. I fuck her. I drive her into the bed. Pin her down until she’s gasping for air. I pull out and plunge back in. Deeper. Faster. Harder. A sheen of sweat on her tanned skin shimmers under the low lights. “Come. Fucking soak my dick, Kismet,” I order, raising a hand and raining it down onto her ample ass.

  Again, and again.

  The cherry red handprint on her creamy smooth skin has my balls tightening. Marking a woman is a base need. One I crave. My hips slam into her. “Fuck!” I growl as I empty myself into the condom.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kristyn

  “Levi?” He shakes his head and glances at me. Those brown eyes are almost black as he shifts in his seat, and I can’t stop the frown on my face. “Are you okay?” He nods.

  “Brent, I’ll have a look at the notes and we’ll set up a court date. I’ll get you the court order on one condition. The next time you walk in here, and I know there’ll be next time, it won’t have anything to do with you fucking around on your wife.”

  Levi’s no-nonsense tone is pure anger. He’s vibrating with rage. “Yeah. Thanks, man. I’ve learned my lesson.” The man rises and stalks toward my boss. “Thank you.” They shake hands, and Brent casts me another hungry glance before leaving.

  “Asshole.”

  “I thought he was a friend of yours?” I question. Levi pins me with a glare so fierce, I feel it right down to my core.

  “I may be an asshole, Kristyn, but I’ve learned from my mistakes. That dick has been in here every second month with a problem, and they’re normally names like Gigi, Lola, or any other exotic dancers he can find wherever he goes when his wife is alone at home.”

  “So, you’re saying you’ve never slept with multiple women?” I ask on a smile. Shrugging off his jacket, he hangs it on the back of the chair, then stalks toward the door. Clicking the lock, he turns back to me.

  “Get on your knees,” he commands. It’s an order. There’s nothing about this situation that’s okay. I’m his employee. He’s my boss. And I have a feeling he’s about to ask me to suck his cock. “Do you want me to ask you again?” he bites out angrily.

  “Why are you doing this, Levi? Honestly, I can’t do it anymore. I’m not here just to take your frustrations out on. You want me on my knees to suck your dick? Then give me a reason to.” My words are laced with anger. I’m about to continue, but he strides toward me. His hand is on my arm, tugging me out of the chair to stand before him. The heels I’m wearing make us almost eye to eye—the same pair I wore the first time he fucked me.

  “This… I don’t know what it is, but I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how beautifully tight your cunt is. I can’t forget how your body trembles when I make you come. And now, I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.” With that, he spins me around and swipes his hand over the table, sending mugs and coffee flying. They land with a loud crash.

  Taking the lead, he pushes my black pencil skirt up and over my hips. A vibration rumbles in his chest, low and deep. He’s an animal when it comes to fucking. The scrap of material that was my panties is ripped from my body.

  Then, I feel it. His hot breath. His beard. His hands.

  He grips the cheeks of my ass and opens me to his gaze. It’s filthy, so fucking dirty, but I’m soaked. “You’re glistening. You love being filthy, don’t you, Kismet?”

  I can’t answer, because the next second, his tongue is flattened against my core, making a long, torturous lick from my clit to my ass. I tense when he teases his tongue on the forbidden entrance. “What—?”

  He growls against my sensitive flesh. A harsh spank on the cheek of my ass has me yelping. “Thankfully, this room is soundproof,” he mumbles as he devours me. And I knew that, which is why I wasn’t worried about being loud. Because of the legal meetings we have, it’s impossible to even eavesdrop.

  His tongue darts around my entrance.

  Teasing. Taunting. Tasting.

  My hands claw at something, anything, but I can’t find purchase on the slippery mahogany. His face is buried between my legs. The ticklish sensation of his beard propels me into orbit, but it’s his filthy words that send me over the edge.

  “Drench me with your cum, dirty Kismet. Come for me. I want to drink every fucking drop of your sweetness.” I convulse. Shockwaves shoot through me, alighting my nerves with pure lust, adrenaline…something. Stars dot the back of my eyelids as I scream his name, begging, pleading for him to stop, continue, I’m not sure what.

  Moments later, when I finally come down from my high, I find Levi standing back, watching me with an elicit smirk on his lips.

  “You’re delicious, Kristyn. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you in every hole, and then I want to hear you tell me those three words you’ve been hiding since you mumbled them two weeks ago. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Levi,” is all I can offer. I’m worn out from just that few moments of bliss. He hasn’t brought up the I love you that I’d allowed to fall from my lips. I thought he’d forgotten, or didn’t hear me. But that’s evidence enough that he did. I don’t know if I can say it again. I’m not sure I can tell him I love him when he can’t even say he likes me.

  Once this month is over, I’ll leave.

  My father’s medical bills are paid for the time being, but soon, I’ll need to go back to Poison. I can’t be with Levi and not give him my heart. So, I’ll walk out and have strangers look at me and throw money at me instead. At least I know I can’t love them.

  I rise slowly, my legs still wobbly. He pulls out a pretty white pair of panties and smirks at me. “Figured you’d be needing these since I can’t keep my hands off you,” he hands me the underwear. Without another word, he leaves me gaping at his back. My boss just ate me until I came all over his face, then promised me another orgasm—another fuck. I pull the panties up my legs and smooth my skirt back down, hoping nobody notices the wrinkles in the material. The thong he ripped from my body is gone, and I’m certain it’s merely shredded material now.

  He must have it in his pocket.

  Asshole.

  But the problem is, I can’t deny it. I want him.

  The door behind me flies open and Pearson locks onto my gaze. He’s flying through the office like a hurricane today, and I wonder if it has anything to do with work or there’s a woman in his life.

 
; Something tells me it’s the latter. No matter how many contracts or deliveries have gone awry, he’s never looked like that. Almost disheveled. I say almost because this is Eric—he’s the epitome of a clean-cut asshole. His business comes first. His kids probably don’t even know they have a father.

  When Trevor walks into the main area of the office, the air changes. He’s been one of those sweet, yet elusive men who doesn’t really pay me any mind. He’s handsome, distinguished almost, and I wonder what his story is. The only thing I do know is he has a lot of meetings offsite like Levi.

  “Kristyn, meet me in Levi’s office now,” Eric grunts as he stalks by me. Frowning, I grab my notebook and pen in case he needs me to take notes. As soon as I enter the room, there’s high tension racing through the air.

  “This asshole is pissing me off, Kingston.” Eric’s eyes blaze like a blue flame in a breeze.

  “I know, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. Let’s just finish his delivery and I’ll cancel the next one. He’s generally good with payment, but I’ll follow up. Calm your shit, Pearson.” Levi settles back against his faux leather chair, watching his partner.

  “Jesus.” Eric rakes his fingers through his dark hair. His heated gaze falls on me, roving over every inch of my body. “I want you to set up a meeting with Masterson. Get him in this office tomorrow morning. Ensure it’s in my calendar and Levi’s.”

  I nod in response, making a note to email out the meeting request as soon as I’m back at my desk.

  “Come here, baby girl,” Levi calls, crooking his finger. I don’t need to answer, because my feet have a mind of their own. As soon as he needs me, I’m there. “Sit here.” He gestures to his lap, and I awkwardly settle with my ass on his crotch, feeling it throb below me.

  “Kingston.” The name is a warning on Eric’s lips, but he makes no move to leave. His eyes are glued to the scene before him. I shouldn’t have shut the door. Levi has worked it to his advantage.

  “Why don’t you calm down, Pearson?” Levi’s deep rumble skates over my neck, causing me to shudder. His hands work their way to my blouse, unbuttoning it. “I know my little Kismet here likes to be seen,” he says, and it’s true. I came so hard the day Eric watched me bent over the desk.

  “Then why don’t you show me how pretty her tits are?” Eric murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips. His large hand palms the bulge clear in his gray slacks. Levi wastes no time in opening me to his best friend’s gaze.

  His palms cup my breasts, lifting them, squeezing them, teasing my nipples until they’re hard peaks. My clit tingles and my body pulses, needing and wanting to be filled. But this isn’t for me. This is for Eric and Levi.

  I love being Levi’s. My body is his to toy with as he needs. And the only reason I allow him to do this is because my heart is his as well.

  I’ve said those three damning words. I’ve told him everything he wants to hear, but he still doesn’t know about my dad. One day maybe.

  “Look at Eric, baby girl. Do you want him to stroke his cock for you?” Levi questions in a low, gravelly tone. His chest vibrating against my back. “Tell me,” he taunts, goading me to answer.

  “Yes, I do.”

  I watch in awe as the man pulls his thick cock from those fancy gray slacks and fists it. His eyes are on mine, his lips curling in a smirk. Everything about him screams sex. He’s sinful and filthy, and my pussy is wet.

  Levi spreads my legs with his, lifting my skirt to flash my panties at Eric.

  “See, Pearson, she wears these little white cotton things,” Levi teases his best friend. His hand rains down a swat on my mound, harder and faster, again and again. My head drops back as pleasure takes over me. I’m drenched. He continues to spank my pussy.

  “Fuck, she’s beautiful.” The rough, husky grunt comes from the man who’s now standing closer, watching in awe as I mewl.

  “Her tight little hole is soaked. Isn’t it, baby girl?” Once again, his words turn me on. They send me spiraling into an abyss of need and want. I want to close my legs, I want pressure on my clit. “Suck Eric’s cock. I want to see how needy you are.” It’s not a request.

  His tone is low, domineering. I open my eyes to find the tip of Mr. Pearson’s dick in my face, glistening with pre-cum. I open my mouth as he slides inside, slow and calculated. That’s when Levi’s fingers dip under the waistband of my panties, delving into my now soaked entrance. He pumps into me, two fingers, then three. I’m losing track of what’s happening when my mind shuts down in unsurmountable pleasure as my mouth is used.

  Eric grips my hair, pulling me onto his shaft. He slides into my throat, and I gag. The soft choking sounds spur Levi to add a fourth finger.

  “Listen to that wet, squelching little pussy.” His words filter through my mind as I continue to devour Mr. Pearson’s cock. The taste of him, salty, musky, and sweet, drips onto my tongue.

  His hands fist my hair, causing my scalp to sting. My eyes water as saliva drips from my chin. Suddenly, Levi’s hand is sliding into me. I am so wet, it doesn’t even register until he utters in my ear. “I love your stretched little cunt. It’s so wet and slick for me.”

  I don’t know what to do. Both men continue to take me. To show me pleasure. My core tightens, pulses. I’m close.

  “Come for us.” I think it’s Levi who speaks. My body trembles and shudders. Jet after jet of hot release shoots onto my tongue as my pussy drenches Levi’s hand, lap, and the floor under his chair. My body is no longer my own. I’m limp and weightless. Pleasure is the only thing I know as I shiver from the high of my orgasm.

  “Beautiful girl,” Eric says, planting a kiss on my lips.

  “And that’s the last time you’ll ever come near her,” Levi warns, and I know I’m no longer just the girl he paid for sex. I’m something else entirely, if only he’d admit it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Levi

  “Come here,” I murmur.

  The candles flicker around the small room, bathing us in soft yellow light. Since the scene at the office, I’ve been calm, relaxed, and tentative to her. I shouldn’t have done what I did, but it helped me. It confirmed what I’ve been feeling.

  I love her.

  And tonight, I’ll tell her.

  We just finished dinner in the living room. Smoked salmon with potatoes and spinach.

  Now, I’ve settled on the window sill in the master bedroom watching her approach me. She’s dressed in a soft white sweatshirt. It hangs to her upper thighs, just long enough to tease, but short enough to offer me a view of her beautiful legs.

  “You’re different,” she says, straddling my thighs.

  I lift the wine glass, offering it to her. She takes a small sip, the Merlot glistening on her full lips. “I feel renewed,” I tell her earnestly, because it’s true. She’s been everything to me over this past few weeks, and I don’t want to let her go.

  Hell, to be honest, I could propose to her right now.

  But that’s not what we need. Time together, just us. No fucking. No filthy words. All I want is us to be real.

  “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” I murmur, planting a chaste kiss on her lips. It’s the most I’ve given her since we started this mind fuck of a relationship.

  “Don’t sound so serious, Levi.” She looks genuinely worried. I know she loves me, she’s told me so, and I’m certain she’s worried I’m leaving her. If only she knew how impossible that is.

  “I’ve been a bastard,” I start slowly.

  “Yes, you have.” She giggles when I glare at her. “Okay, okay. Serious face.” She frowns, making her brows scrunch together in the cutest, most playful way I’ve seen her.

  “It’s been difficult for me since Abi died. I’ve pushed everyone away, including Ethan. My son hasn’t had a father. And you deserve a man far better than me.”

  “I—”

  I press a finger to her mouth to silence her. “Listen.” It’s an order, to which she nods. “That night on the
kitchen table…” I start, unsure of what I want to say. Everything I want to do for her has to be perfect, even an explanation of why I was so angry.

  It hurt. Everything about that night made me realize that as long as I was holding onto the idea of Abi, no one would be right. And then Kristyn stumbles into my life and I’m in her orbit twenty-four seven, needing her.

  “It was the anniversary of Abi’s death. I wasn’t angry with you. I…I was raging at myself because it was the night I realized I’d let go of her and fallen for you.”

  “You didn’t want to love me.” It’s not a question, and she’s not angry. She’s contemplative, and I know why. When you love someone, there’s always a fear that they’ll leave. Just walk out and never come back. But when that person is still around and they don’t reciprocate the love, that’s what hurts even more.

  My father once told me the worst thing in the world is to love someone, sleep beside them, and feel more alone than if you didn’t have them there.

  “I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have a choice. Listen to me, baby girl. There’s nothing in this world that’s going to tear us apart. I may not propose tonight, but I want you to know I love you. With everything I have. Yes, Abi is still the woman I loved first, but she wasn’t meant to fill my whole story. She was merely a chapter.”

  “You’re so romantic when you want to be.” She leans in, scrunching her nose when she presses it against mine. The woman is sexual, beautiful, and playful. And there’s nothing I want more than to be with her ‘til I breathe my last breath.

  “Are you sure you want to meet my father?” she asks earnestly. I think she’s more worried than I am.

  “Of course. Although, I’m so hungry for your sweet, supple flesh, I could most probably devour you right now, then fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight,” I growl in her ear, reveling in the sweet tremble that races over her body. This woman is everything I’ve been missing and more. Offering her that money was my way of claiming her, but deep down, I knew all I had to do was ask.