The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (34 page)

T
his is
a special edition of The F King (Still a Bad Boy #3) that includes Submission Specialist (Still a Bad Boy #2) and a bonus read (Still a Bad Boy #2.5) free of charge. I hope you enjoy them!

~Ada Scott

J
ace and Kendall
were visiting from Port Magus for Austin’s birthday, giving Austin and I our first opportunity to rope them in as babysitters now that Ryan was old enough to be away from me for a few hours. Besides, Ryan enjoyed babbling away to his cousin Eli, who was just starting to walk and who made it his mission in life to retrieve things for Ryan’s inspection. They could entertain each other for days.

That gave Austin and me a window of opportunity. Between Ryan and the new family business we hadn’t had anywhere near enough time for certain activities. It was time to rectify that situation.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

It was a rhetorical question, of course. Men who didn’t trust you wouldn’t let you tie them, naked, to a bed with a blindfold on. And they definitely didn’t sport cocks
that
hard if they had any concerns about your trustworthiness.

“Nope. Never have,” said Austin.

His abs flexed when he spoke and his cock twitched too, and I felt a flutter of excitement low down in my belly. He may have been the one tied up, but he still had me on a short leash made out of animal attraction.

“Very wise,” I said.

Climbing on to the bed, I knelt between his muscular legs. He had no idea what I was wearing, and wouldn’t until I’d given that cock of his some tender loving care and then slipped his blindfold off.

Maybe the swish of my pleated skirt, or the feel of my pigtails would give him a hint, but there was no way he could know that I’d found my old school uniform in the boxes of stuff from my dad’s house. After a lot of hard post-pregnancy work, and some modifications to the skirt-length that took a very liberal interpretation of ‘below-the-knee’, I could fit it again and today I was going to tease the
hell
out of my man.

I ran my hands up his legs and Austin flexed his quads as my hands slipped over his thighs. A little lightning strike of excitement from that cloud in my lower belly jolted me between the legs and I smiled mischievously.

Tilting my head to the right, I let one pigtail tickle the skin of his leg as I moved towards that incredible throbbing dick of his. Hovering with my lips only an inch away from his balls, exhaled hot and slow so knew how close I was.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered.

I let my warm breath puff out along the length of his hard cock, being careful to not touch it no matter how much I wanted to feel it pounding against the back of my throat before slipping in all the way. Oh no, I’d waited too long for the time and energy to do this right, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

Austin’s manhood twitched again when he felt my breath on the very tip, framed on either side by my pigtails dangling down on to his abs.

What was going through his mind? Was he picturing the hairstyle that would result in that feeling? Probably. Austin could wrestle with his eyes closed, gathering all he needed to know simply by the way the other person was moving. He could visualize like no other, so one part of the mystery was almost certainly revealed to him already.

My husband pushed his hips up towards me, and I had to back away lest I feel that mind-bending cock on my lips and abandon all pretense of being coy. Austin let out a little ‘grr’ and I saw his biceps flex against the silky red bonds that held his arms.

I moved further up and felt that hard thickness between my breasts. Every sensation came through loud and clear because I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath my button-up top.

My chest pushed against him on either side, nuzzling the object of my desire as I licked the hard hills and valleys of his abs. Bump, bump, bump, my tongue ran across the inked skin and I almost wanted to sink my teeth into him.

I reached the lower regions of his broad chest and I had to shift my legs over and outside of his so I was straddling him and could move higher. With a couple shuffles of my hands and knees, my pussy was poised right over that masculine hardness.

Every muscle in Austin’s body appeared to be tensed. No doubt he was anticipating all the pleasure we were about to have, but the bonus side-effect was how damn sexy he looked, ready for action.

With my hands resting on his pecs I slowly, carefully, lowered my sex against the hard underside of his shaft. I sighed in satisfaction under my breath when I felt his length nestled along my slit through my white panties.

My labia almost seemed to kiss the side of his erection through the thin material, and I could feel every beat of his heart as if I was taking his pulse. I wondered if he could already feel how hot he made me.

It wouldn’t be long before my excitement was soaking through those panties, I’d been on the edge of my seat ever since we made the arrangements to have the penthouse to ourselves. Rocking my hips back and forth, I gently tickled myself with the hard ridge of manhood.

“You sexy little bitch. I’m gonna make you squeal.”

That sounded like a good idea to me. First, though, I was going to savor this perfect specimen of masculinity. I leaned forward, pausing halfway to appreciate the pressure of his cock on my clit, and gave him a kiss.

Our lips locked, and I felt his tongue expertly dancing with mine. I couldn’t help but grind on him a little harder than I intended as I let myself get swept away. I hoped I would
always
be left this breathless by his kisses.

Fighting every instinct I had to just pull those panties to the side and fill myself with hard dick, I reversed my movements from before, shuffling backwards and positioning myself between his legs again. I ducked my head down and gently touched the tip of my tongue to his balls, lifting first one and then the other before giving his heavy sack a thorough tongue bath.

You could have bent a new horseshoe around Austin’s cock by the time I licked and kissed my way up its length. My hands curled around under his ass cheeks as I reached the tip, and I could feel the power there.

It was these muscles more than any others that were responsible for jack-hammering his manhood into me so hard so many times since he first took my virginity. When I curled my tongue around the head of his cock and pulled it into my mouth, those muscles tensed, seeking to thrust forward on instinct.

Using only my lips and tongue, so I could keep my hands on his ass, I maneuvered his erection to an angle such that I could begin to bob my head up and down. The ridge of his cock head bumped against my lips and pushed them out every time I pulled my head back, and I swirled my tongue on the sensitive underside as I went, just the way he liked it.

“
Damn
, you get better at that every day. I wanna fuck that face of yours! Take it all, Sky, kiss the base.”

Austin thrust his hips up harder than before, and the head of his cock hit the back of my throat with a wet smack. I was supposed to be in charge here, but there was no taking
complete
control of a man like Austin, not when he loved me so hard and so well, mind, body and soul.

I smiled, gently gripping the end of his cock in my teeth for a second just to remind him
he
was the one who was tied up this time. His hips stopped moving in that grip, and I considered it a major victory in a war where everybody would win anyway.

Using my lips again, I pushed down and felt his hard slippery rod touch against the back of my throat. I put as much pressure on as I could, trying to get that thickness down.

Austin groaned in low satisfaction, but I couldn’t get it
in
, the angles were simply not working without the help of my hands. I pulled back a bit and then crawled my lower body around, keeping my mouth on his cock until I was facing the other way and straddling my husband in a sixty-nine position.

My pleated skirt shrouded most of Austin’s head and my panty-clad pussy was right above his face. I could feel his stubble, then his nose and lips, nuzzling at each thigh, slowly working his way to the edge of my panties to test the strength and dexterity of his tongue like some carnival side-show where my pussy was the prize.

While he distracted me with his efforts, I pushed my head forward against his cock, feeling that same resistance at the back of my throat. Bobbing my head a few times, almost as if building up momentum, I let my throat get used to the pressure and my gag reflex wane.

Austin’s tongue was licking my skin right at the edge of the leg-hole of my panties, his nose teasing my labia through the material. I moaned, deep and long, right on his cock and something about that relaxed my throat enough to let the swollen head pop in.

My husband’s hips jerked in response at the sensation of my tight throat around him, and another inch slid in then out again as he relaxed and continued his mission to discover the pink paradise beyond that frustrating elastic.

I could feel his breath hot on my skin, and even through my panties, which were wet from his licking and my own arousal. Between each breath, my skin cooled in the air, and I could feel the same effect on my pussy lips, pressing against the wet material.

With a firm grip on his ass, I pulled myself forward, slowly impaling myself on his cock. My eyes watered at the sheer length and girth of it and I thought how easy sword-swallowers had it in comparison.

I even felt a spark of pride that Austin had managed to train me so well in a relatively short period of time. Most girls would run for the hills before taking a cock like
this
so deep that I could reach out with my tongue and lick his balls, angles permitting of course.

I was about three quarters of the way down his cock when Austin succeeded in his mission to get his tongue into my panties, first tugging them aside with his teeth and then pressing his mouth against my pussy to keep the material out of the way. With his lips on my labia and his tongue slowly flickering across my clit, I forced my head the rest of the way down to hide his full length down my throat.

I held it there as long as I could, the desperation to squeal building up inside of me like a pressure cooker. I twisted my head from side to side, moved my tongue around the shaft, even stuck it out to lick the base of his cock so he could know what a good job his wife was doing.

There was only so long I could last without air though, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled back and removed the masculine obstruction from my airway. Looking back over my shoulder, all I could see was my thighs sticking out from under the skirt, along with subtle wet sounds as Austin licked my sex.

“That feels so good,” I panted.

Thankfully, Austin didn’t pause to comment, and I quickly returned my mouth to his stiff dick, bobbing my head and swirling with my tongue until I could feel that tension in his body that told me he was holding back a big load. He’d hold himself back though, until he’d had his fill of all the pleasure I could give him.

Unlike my husband, I had no such control. When he started concentrating every flicker of his tongue on my clit, I was quickly railroaded down the path of vision-blurring pleasure.

His every movement against my most sensitive spot built up this humming energy in my belly that spread out and made all my muscles clench up, one by one. My thighs squeezed his head, my hands his ass, and my lips his magnificent cock.

All that sensation between my legs, the glorious sight of that dick slipping in and out of my mouth and the muscular legs beyond it, was too much for me to resist. I moaned right on the head of his cock as my pussy muscles started to flutter.

Ecstasy, pure and perfect, squeezed my eyes shut and made my legs quiver as Austin continued to fight off my panties’ attempts to regain lost territory and made my clit feel special with all that attention. I pulled my hands from his ass and grabbed his shaft with both of them, loudly and wordlessly whimpering on it as if I was a singer in a new genre of music.

My chorus faded away with the pleasure and I was left with my eyes half-open in a no-doubt dopey expression, my heartbeat thundering in my ears and a rigid shaft of manhood in my mouth. Bliss this exquisite shouldn’t have been possible. Now it was time to give as good as I had gotten, I was going to-

Snap! Snap!

The red silk ties that had captured the former heavyweight champion of MMA twanged as he broke them like they were nothing. His hands, held at bay for so long, were suddenly on me.

“Hey, those were expensive!”

“We can afford it,” he said, dismissively. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, I gotta fuck you like the dirty little wife you are.”

Austin unseated me easily, and I rolled to the side as he whipped his blindfold off, which was already a little askew anyway. His jaw dropped and his eyes scanned me from head to toe, with that obstacle was out of the way.

I bit my bottom lip, like the soaking-wet disheveled-hair post-orgasm schoolgirl I was dressed up as. Austin was
consumed
by unstoppable need, and I knew I was one little lady that was about to take everything an elite athlete could give between the sheets.

“If you went to
my
school, I would have sneaked into your room after your parents were asleep and made you the most well-fucked girl in your class.”

“My dad would-”

“Would have regretted interrupting us.” Austin finished for me.

He reached down to his legs and pulled at first one tie, then the other, snapping them as easily as he had the first two. Now completely free, albeit with thick silky red ribbons around his wrists and ankles, he reached out and gripped me by the neck, pulling me into a kiss.

I could taste myself on his lips, another piece of evidence that pointed to the crime of how hard he’d made me climax. He could snuff my life out with that grip on my throat, but all that power was so utterly devoted to me that I knew he never would. He was lightning in my bottle, a bullet in my gun.

With firm pressure, he guided me down until he let go of my neck and grabbed my legs, positioning himself between them more by moving my body rather than his. Austin pulled my calves up until I could see them up on either side of his head, his massive tattooed arms curled around like thick inked vines.