Broken kingdom

Chapter 25 Bianca

Painful pressure between my legs jolts me awake. 

“What—”

The sound of Stone’s winded grunts and the sensation of his dick thrusting inside me makes everything clear.

“I was sleeping,” I snap. 

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he turns me so I’m lying flat on my back and squeezes one of my tits. “I know but you looked so sexy I couldn’t resist.” 

A moment later, my legs are pressed to my chest and he’s pumping inside me again. 

It hurts so much worse than it usually does. 

Probably because I wasn’t prepared. 

“You feel so good, Bourne.” 

I want to tell him that can’t possibly be true because it’s the equivalent of the Sahara down there, but I’m so tired of fighting. It’s stealing every drop of mental and emotional energy I have. 

Closing my eyes, I try to conjure up moments from all the decent sex we’ve had in the past. 

Back when things were good between us and we felt unbreakable. 

However, it doesn’t work because it only reminds me of how strained things are now. 

I give him a fake moan, hoping to speed things along. Usually Stone finishes fast, but tonight him and his dick are taking their sweet time. 

Too bad I’m not in the right state of mind to enjoy it. 

Past…

Thunder booms loud enough to shake the entire house. 

A minute later, lightning follows, illuminating the windows of my bedroom. 

Panic crawls up my spine. It rarely rains, let alone thunders in California, but whenever it does, it never fails to put me on edge. 

When I was younger, I used to sneak into Liam’s room and wait for it to end, but clearly that’s no longer an option.

And given my dad is on another work trip and Jace and Cole have moved out…I’m all alone in this big-ass house. 

So, I do the next best thing.

The one that feels right. 

I rush downstairs and snatch the keys to the guesthouse. 

And then I make a mad dash across the lawn. 

The rain is coming down so hard my hair and the t-shirt I’m wearing are drenched in no time. 

I manage to stick the key in the lock with my wet, slippery fingers. As soon as the door opens, I don’t waste a second ru

The lights are off when I enter, but I can make out the outline of his tall form under the covers. 

To my relief, he’s alone. 

I tiptoe to his bed, but the wooden floor creaks beneath me, rousing him awake. 

He bolts up, ready to attack, but relaxes after he flicks the light on his nightstand. “Bianca? What are you doing?”

I don’t speak. Hell, I don’t even think…

I just launch myself at him. 

“I hate storms.” 

The hard planes of his body are warm and I can’t help but press myself against the heat of him as he wraps his arms around me. 

“Jesus. You’re freezing.”

Nuzzling the tip of my cold nose into the crook of his neck, I breathe in his scent as he lays us down. 

“You’re soaking my sheets,” he murmurs into my damp hair, but he makes no move to let me go. 

Feeling bold, I reach for the hem of my shirt and slip it over my head. 

It lands on his floor with a wet plop, before I snuggle against his bare chest again. 

Skin to skin. 

I feel his heart rate pick up. “Bianca.” 

My name comes out like a warning. 

One that I ignore when I feel the hard bulge of his erection between my legs.

Grazing my teeth against his shoulder, I shamelessly grind against it. 

A bolt of heat zaps through me when it twitches, and he makes a rough, almost-tortured sound deep in his throat. 

Our gazes collide, the air between us crackling and sizzling with tension. 

Slowly, I slide my fingers down his torso, stopping when I reach the waistband of his boxers. 

I tug the elastic, intending to tease him a little, but Oakley’s so hard, his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach, the silver barbell from his piercing grazing his navel. 

Holy shit. 

I knew Oakley’s dick was big…but it’s also…really attractive.

He’s thick and long with veins and ridges, and the wide mushroom tip has a shiny pink hue that has me dying to wrap my lips around it. 

Feeling coy, I gently circle the small drop of fluid around his crown with my thumb, then bring it to my mouth, savoring his flavor. 

His throat bobs on a swallow and when he speaks his voice is so hoarse it’s nothing but a rasp. “Bianca.” 

This time my name is less of a warning and more of a plea. 

Locking eyes with him, I slip down his body. “I want to taste you.” 

I draw the head of his cock into my mouth before he can protest. The tip is so swollen it throbs against my tongue. 

I give it a deliberate, languid suck and a low, almost desperate sound leaves him. “Fuck.” His hand tangles in my hair and his hips jerk, imploring. “Suck it harder…” Blue eyes darken with need. “Deeper.” 

He’s so big there’s no way I can take all of him, but I try my best as I wrap my hand around his base and squeeze. 

A feral look crosses his face. “Jesus.” His mouth parts and his brows furrow. “Yeah…just like that.” 

My jaw aches as I do what he wants, sucking him so deep and hard his piercing nearly hits my tonsils. 

A look of raw pleasure lights his expression as I pick up my pace. “Fucking hell.”

Face straining, he pumps between my lips…

And then he stops. 

I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but he crooks a finger at me and rasps, “Get up here and ride my face.” 

It’s an offer I wouldn’t dream of turning down. 

I start to straddle his chest, but he grips my hips and spins me around. “No.” He slaps my ass before kneading it with his big hand. “You’re go

It’s hard to focus as he peppers sloppy, hungry kisses along my slit, but I eagerly pull him back into my mouth, ru

Grunting, he runs his hands up my thighs, cupping the swell of my ass and spreading me wide open for him as he eats me. 

I suck him harder, faster, and he moans, his body jolting with pleasure. 

But it’s no match for what he’s doing to me. His tongue is so talented—so fucking cu

My orgasm is almost painful, and it hits me with a force I’m not prepared for as he pumps his finger inside me. 

“Fuck yeah,” he rasps against my flesh as I clench around the long digit, coming with a loud moan I can’t keep inside. “That’s what I want.” 

I fight to catch my breath while he laps at my climax, until a wave of determination hits me and I go at him full force, sucking him with everything I have as I cup his weighty balls. 

“Christ.” His grip on my hair tightens as I gag on his cock. With a feral grunt, he thrusts his hips. “Don’t fucking stop.” 

I can feel him flexing tight with each frantic suck and pull and I know he’s close. Shuddering, his dick throbs in my mouth, ready to unload. 

When he finally does, it’s with a violent groan that makes my insides clench and my head feels light as he shoots down my throat.