He couldn’t have replied if he wanted to. The second King had tasted Effie, he knew he had to have her.

Effie squealed as he pushed her onto the plush fur rug in front of the fireplace. As he kissed her neck, the scent of roses nearly took his breath away. He traced the curve of her jaw with his tongue, every turn burned into his cortex.

Effie pulled at his shirt and he felt her nails as they dug into his skin.

“Since when do you like it rough?” he asked with a grin.

She wiggled beneath him, frustrated. King caught her slender wrists above her head.

“Slow down,” he commanded. “You’re not the one setting the pace here.”

She chewed at her lip and gazed up at him between thick lashes. With one knee, he parted her legs easily. King took his time and drank her in with his eyes.

Even so close to the heat of the flames, he could make out her nipples hard below the tee-shirt. He lowered his lips to her collarbone and began to kiss across the divots slowly.

Effie mewled above his head. She fought lightly against his grip. King squeezed harder as he made his way to her breasts.

Through the material, he caught one of her nipples in his mouth. Effie gasped and arched her chest closer towards him.

With his free hand, King traced the outline of her other nipple. Frustrated, Effie bucked slightly.

“You want it badly, don’t you?” he asked.

“Come on,” she whispered and lightly whipped her head side to side.

“Tell me.”

She blushed and it made the hardness below his denim painfully push against the material.

“If you don’t want to tell me, you’ll show me, won’t you?”

He trailed his free hand down her stomach and across the band of the thin cotton pants she’d borrowed. He felt the heat of her center before the wetness.

When he flicked his fingers across her mound, he caught his breath at the wetness. She’d already soaked completely through it.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured. “You’re horny as hell for me, aren’t you?”

Effie looked away but pressed her wetness against his hand. Even pinned beneath him, she writhed with her desire.

“Let’s see if you taste the same,” he said.

With a fluid motion, he pulled off the loose pants to reveal nothing but bare, smooth skin below. Her clit was red, swollen and slick. Effie spread her legs wider, eager for his mouth on her.

When he released her wrists, her fingers immediately wove into his hair and pulled him close.

He wanted to resist, to tease her longer, but the scent of her was irresistible. King ran the tip of his tongue across her clit and Effie shivered with her entire body. She did taste the same, sweet and earthy.

“How do you taste so fucking sweet?” he asked before he slipped his tongue lower to test her opening.

Effie started to pant. He no longer felt her hands in his hair. As he toyed at her opening with one finger, he could see her pinching and pulling at her nipples. She pressed against the tip of his finger while he suckled her clit.

“Please,” she said. Each time she pushed against him, he pulled his finger away.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I want you.”

“I said tell me what you want. How do you want me to fuck this sweet pussy?”

He pulled her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue wildly against it.

Effie let out a cry.

“Fuck me with your finger,” she said.

King drove into her and found her G-spot with his finger. He could tell she was close already.

Not yet, he thought.

Slowly, he slipped his finger out and examined the juices.

“Taste yourself,” he told her. When he raised his hand to her mouth, she parted her lips and sucked greedily. “You see how fucking wet you get?”

He kissed his way upward, pulling up her shirt in the process. This time, when his lips met her nipples with no material between them, he almost couldn’t contain himself.

He needed to be inside her more than ever before. That time in high school had nothing on this.

“Tell me what you want now,” he whispered into her ear.

She kissed his neck and pressed herself against him.

“I want to suck your cock. I need it,” she said, her voice desperate.

King got onto his knees while Effie scrambled for the buttons on his jeans.

“Oh, my God,” she said as she gripped his length in her smooth hands. She looked up at him as she spread his pre-cum across her lips. Without blinking, she took his tip into her mouth.

It was painfully slow. He watched as she took his entire length to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Effie,” he said. King pulled her hair to the top of her head.

“I missed this,” she said as she released him and started to stroke him. Her other hand disappeared between her legs.

“Come here,” he said when he was so close he was almost over the edge. King leaned back and pulled her on top of him. “I want you to ride me like you did in high school,” he said.

She laughed as she straddled him. Effie guided his tip to her opening.

“I don’t remember it like that,” she said.

“What, you think you were a good girl?”

“Of course I was,” she said.

King trailed his hand across her chest and pinched a nipple. With his other hand, he slapped her ass.

“That’s not true. You were always naughty, deep down. Just look at you now.”

“What?” she asked with a coy smile. She teased him, braced just high enough that she only let a part of him inside her.

“Acting like you don’t want to be fucked,” he said. “You’re fucking dripping down my cock right now.”

He traced her jawline and ran a thumb across her ripe lower lip. Effie opened her mouth and pulled his finger inside. She closed her eyes and moaned as she let his hardness slide a little deeper.

“So…” she said slowly as she released his finger from her mouth, “are you saying I’m a slut?”

King searched her eyes, but saw nothing but desire.

“You are a fucking slut,” he said.

Her eyes widened and he felt a new flood of wetness between her legs.

“What are you going to do to me then?” she asked.

“Little sluts like you deserve to be punished,” he said.

Quickly, he sat up and grabbed her around the waist. The movement impaled himself deep inside her.

“King!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck.”

He held her down on top of him while she snaked her arms around his back. Effie squirmed and tried to set a rhythm, but he held her tight.

“You move when I tell you to. You understand, you fucking whore?” he commanded into her ear as he nibbled on her lobe.

It wasn’t just the control that turned him on. It was the permission to say everything he’d held in for all those years—and the response it got from Effie.

“Please,” she said. “I know I’ve been bad…”

When King lifted her and started to make her bounce, she threw her head back and groaned towards the ceiling. Effie presented him with her full breasts right at mouth level. Every time she rose upward, he caught one of those pink buds in his mouth.

Seeing her like this, eyes closed while she cried out his name, it all got him to the edge faster.

“Slow, slow,” he said. “Shit, you’re going to make me come.”

Effie didn’t listen. She moved faster. “Come with me,” she said. “Make me come with you. I’m close…”

“Effie, we—fuck, there’s no condom.”

“It’s okay,” she breathed. “I want you to come in me. I want to feel you…”

He gripped her ass and bounced her harder.

“Look,” he said. “Watch.”

Effie’s eyes shot open and she looked between them.

“Feels so good,” she breathed.

“You like watching my cock pounding your pussy?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, breathless.

“Play with your clit,” he commanded.

Effie shook her head. “I’m too close…”

“I said play with yourself, you goddamned slut. Show me how you got yourself off in the parking lot.”

She licked her forefinger and placed it lightly on her clit. Immediately, her eyes began to close again.

“I told you to watch,” he said.

King slowed down the rhythm but kept a tight hold on her ass. He controlled her completely.

Effie opened her eyes and started to make small circles on her clit.

“Oh, my god,” she said.

“Were you thinking about me when you did this in the parking lot?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she admitted.

“Were you hoping you’d get caught? That someone would see you getting yourself off?”

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I wanted it to be you,” she said.

“You wanted me to catch you being dirty like this?”

“Yeah…”

“Why?” he asked. He increased the pace and Effie squeezed her eyes shut.

“I just wanted you to fuck me so bad,” she said.

“Since when?”

“Since always. I…”

“Say it.”

“I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

“Come now,” he said.

Effie wrapped her arms around his neck and he spanked her ass again. He gave her permission to ride him, to be as wild as she wanted.

Effie came like he remembered, hard and fast. She called out his name as the wetness spread across his thighs and lower abdomen.

He meant to pull out, or to not come at all. But the second he felt those walls grip his dick, he couldn’t control himself. King spilled into her seconds after her own orgasm.

Effie responded with a second wave of her own. She pushed heavily onto him while small cries of “yes” spilled out of her lips.

King kissed her neck and lifted her gently off of him. She was soaked in sweat and their combined wetness.

Exhausted, he stretched out on the rug and barely noticed as Effie spooned against his chest.