King’s Trophy Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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“I bet he never knew what to do with this body. You were too much woman for him. Not for me, though. I know how to touch you, how to drive you wild.” He pressed three fingers deep inside her, then drew them back to stroke over her clit. She had already orgasmed once, but she was so close to another.

She tried to grit her teeth to contain the pleasure, but she already felt the start of another orgasm building. Holly couldn’t believe how easily he worked his magic over her body. It no longer felt like her own, but his.

He knew what buttons to press, how to work her, and as she came a second time to the dance of his fingers, Mason didn’t give her long before sliding his cock inside her from behind. His hands were at her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her.

He would randomly stop, spread the cheeks of her ass open, and watch his cock. Mason told her everything he was doing in great detail, how pretty her pussy looked stuffed with his cock. How he was going to use her asshole soon. How every single hole that could take his cock was going to get filled by it. He wanted to feel her lips around his length. Every little dirty word he spoke heightened her arousal for him.

She was desperate, hungry, in so much need, and when she came for a third time, she was in shock. Feeling Mason fill her pussy a second time, she thought that would be it, but he was nowhere near done with her.

Holly couldn’t believe what was happening. It had to be a dream.

By the end of the night, they had fucked four times, and she lost count of the number of orgasms she had. Falling asleep in his bed, with his arms wrapped around her, she knew it had to be a dream. There was no way this was real, but even if it was, she’d deal with it in the morning.

Chapter Four

Mason was a light sleeper, always had been. From the time he was a kid when he realized the dangers that surrounded him, he never fell into a deep sleep.

Waking up after spending hours fucking the woman of his dreams, he was a little shocked to see the bed empty beside him. He sat up, shoved the blankets from his body, and went to the bathroom. There was no sign of Holly. He walked through his penthouse and noticed her clothes were gone. There was not a single sign of Holly even being at his place. Running a hand down his face, he didn’t like this.

It had been fucking years since he had slept that deeply. Stepping back into his room, he went straight for a shower. There was no way he was going to let Holly get away with sneaking out of his penthouse.

Once he showered, he stepped into his room and grabbed his cell phone. Typing into the security app that Michael had set up, he checked over the footage and saw that at seven o’clock, Holly had taken her clothes, changed as best she could, and left his apartment. She hadn’t gone sneaking around or stolen anything.

Over the years, he’d had women attempt to steal from him. There had been one woman who tried to get herself pregnant with one of his used condoms. He knew all the tricks there were, and never trusted women.

He was a little unnerved by the fact that he’d slept through Holly leaving. Throwing his cell phone to the bed, he got to his feet, entered his closet, and began to change.

He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his cell phone, contacted his driver, and as he got to the underground parking facility, his driver was already waiting for him. He gave him Holly’s address and climbed in the back.

With it being a Sunday, the roads were not too busy, even though it was close to ten- thirty.

He still didn’t like that Holly had snuck out, that he’d slept so well he didn’t hear her leave. Mason had never slept well. There were a lot of nights he stayed awake, waiting for something to happen. He didn’t know if every single foster kid experienced bad shit, but he knew he got dealt a bad hand. He learned to always sleep with one eye open, which made no sense as to why he slept tonight.

Other than the facts he knew about Holly, he didn’t know if she was a good woman, a kind woman. There could be many reasons her husband did what he did. But he’d fallen asleep with Holly in his arms. Never had he felt so content.

Twenty minutes later, his driver pulled up to a nice-looking city house in a nice area. His car didn’t stand out, and there was a space in front of her place. He got his driver to park before climbing out of the car.



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