Broken kingdom

I tug on the waistband of his boxers and his cock springs out, hard and ready for me. The sight of his thick, long dick with the naughty silver barbell ru

I wrap my fingers around his base and give the shiny pink head an opened-mouth kiss that has him hissing my name. 

I should tease him the way he teased me, but my need for him is so consuming that I don’t want to waste another second. 

I stretch my mouth over his wide crown, flicking my tongue against the barbell. 

Leaning forward, he braces one hand on the boulder while the other threads through my hair. “Fuck yeah.” 

I lick him from root to tip, savoring his taste before I relax my throat and suck him deeper.

“Fucking hell,” Oakley groans. 

He’s so big I have to use my hand and jerk the part of him I can’t take. 

“Yeah” His voice is a rough, almost painful scratch of control against pleasure. “Suck it just like that.” 

Taking him deeper, I cup his balls, giving them a gentle tug. 

“Fuck.” A long, pained groan rips from his chest. “Suck my balls.” 

I love his uninhibited commands. The way he’s not afraid to ask for exactly what he wants. 

Using my hand to pump his length in a steady rhythm, I move my mouth where he wants it, licking and sucking his weighty sack. 

“Jesus Christ.” His face strains with pleasure as he stares down at me. “I want to fuck you.” The look in his eyes is pure temptation. “Now.” 

Grunting, he hauls me up until I’m standing. 

Then before I can blink, he presses me against the rock and slides his hands under my ass. 

I look down at his throbbing cock. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.

My pulse kicks up when he lines himself up with my entrance…

and then I hear it. 

My phone chiming Stone’s ringtone. 

Stone…my fiancé. 

My mind reels, breaking off in a thousand different directions. 

Until one sobering thought breaks through the haze. 

I’m cheating on Stone. 

Like my mom cheated on my dad. 

I’m just like her. 

I don’t even have to look at Oakley or tell him to stop for him to sense the disco

And the cause of it. 

Stepping back, he tucks his dick back into his jeans. 

His features twist in anger as he places my engagement ring in the palm of my hand. 

A lump clogs my throat. “I’m sorry.”

He averts his gaze, like he can’t bear the sight of me before he starts stalking toward the parking lot. 

But I faintly hear him whisper the words, “Me too.”