Call Sign: King
By Livia Grant
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"I don’t mind everyone knowing you were up all night having kinky sex. Five minutes, Princess.”
His look was predatory, but the light kiss on the tip of her nose was loving. What an enigma Ryder Helms was.
Even after having known him intimately for four years, he still surprised her at times.
As he finally stood, giving her a chance to escape, she asked. “Fine, but can you at least unzip my dress before you go?”
“Of course. Helping undress you is one of my favorite pastimes,” he said pulling her to her feet and spinning her around to attack her zipper.
Once her heavy gown had fallen to the floor, Ryder hugged her from behind, diving in to suck and nibble at her the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder.
She couldn’t help but giggle.
“That tickles,” she whined, still loving every second of his attention.
“We can’t have that, can we?” he mumbled, his lips never leaving her shoulder. He moved one hand lower to cup her sex through her silk panties while his other hand moved up to squeeze her breast through the offending bra.
“I thought I was going to get five minutes,” she muttered, even as her knees started to crumble beneath her. As always, Ryder was there to catch her.
“I’m not sure I can wait that long, baby. I’ve had a semi hard-on all night watching you. The only thing that got me through was knowing you’d be all mine once I got you home. It doesn’t help that I’ve been out of town for work for the last four days. I’ve missed this so much.”
Ryder moved his attention to the other side of her neck, nibbling a long line of kisses across her left shoulder as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“So fucking wet. I can’t wait to drink you.” His voice sounded tortured.
A full-body shiver rocked through Khloe as she turned herself over to their passion. From the moment of their unlikely meeting at the Valentine Roulette, each of them now carried a constant thrum of desire for the other every minute of every day. It only took the tiniest bit of attention to ignite the flames between them, and Ryder’s talented fingers already had her on fire.
Grinding her hips against his hard cock, Khloe begged. “That’s it. God, I’ve missed you this week.”
“Not as much as I missed you, baby.” Ryder’s sexy cropped beard tickled as he nuzzled her close from behind.
When his fingers left her on the brink of exploding, Khloe growled with frustration.
“Not yet,” he said abruptly spinning her around in his arms just before placing his hands on her shoulders.
Khloe recognized the possessive need in her husband’s icy blue eyes as he devoured her body with his gaze. Ryder Helms was the king of self-discipline. He liked to say it was his superpower — the power that kept him and his team members alive. So, knowing she had the ability to push him to the edge of his steely control with a simple smile or well-placed caress made her feel like the most powerful woman on the planet.
His erratic push on her shoulders sent her to her knees in front of him. Saliva flooded her mouth as her body prepared for what was coming. It was a submissive position she’d been in more times than she could count — and she’d loved every single moment of her submission.
Ryder fumbled with the buckle of his belt, quickly unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants, shoving the fabric down his legs just far enough for his rock-hard cock to spring forward.
“Open wide for me, Princess. I’m not going to be gentle.”
That didn’t surprise her. She’d learned, the longer their separation, the more desperate her husband was to reclaim her when they were together again. More importantly, spending time in public as they had tonight — where he had to watch people touch her, in ways Ryder never could in public — always brought out his inner caveman. She’d not only learned to expect his domineering reaction, but she cherished it.
The tip of his cock crashed into her tonsils on his first thrust. For a brief second, Khloe panicked at the sudden loss of air but with effort, she slowly relaxed enough to resist pushing away.
He will never let anything hurt me — especially himself.
There’d been a time when she’d been embarrassed by the gagging sounds she created as Ryder aggressively fucked her throat, but knowing how much her sadist husband got off on her struggle to handle his girth only made her pussy throb instead.
Ryder’s thrusting hips set a brutal pace, only pulling out long enough for her to gasp a quick sip of air.
“Eyes,” he barked, his voice cracking under his growing need.
Khloe angled her neck, lifting her gaze until their eyes met. His dark glare told her he was already on the edge.
“Christ, I’ve never seen you more beautiful than you are right now. On your knees for me... your mouth full of me... your trust and submission, even as my cock chokes off your air supply.”
Tears flooded her eyes, making her handsome husband blur before her as he pulled out long enough to gasp for precious air.
Ryder gripped the sides of her head, holding her immobile as his thrusts resumed for a proper face fucking. When she felt her tears, snot, and phlegm spill down her chin to plop onto her chest, Ryder moved one hand to her face, using his thumb to smear the wetness across her cheek.
Feeling lightheaded, reflexively, Khloe moved her palms to his thighs, pressing hard enough to receive a warning from her Dom.
“Hands behind your back. You don’t control my pace.”
Khloe did as she was told but didn’t miss that he paused long enough for her to catch her breath.
“I can’t tell you what this does to me, Princess... knowing I’m the only person on this planet who will ever get to see you ruined like this.” He smeared her running mascara all over her face as he added. “The polished, elegant movie star on her knees, her husband’s cock down her throat as she gasps for air. I’m so tempted to watch you swallow every drop of my cum, but I think I’d rathe fill your pussy instead. With any luck, I’ll put our baby in you tonight.”
She was sure her ovaries exploded with Ryder’s dirty promise.
There’d been a time in her life not long ago when her eating disorder had made the possibility of pregnancy an impossible pipe dream. With the help of her loving husband’s patience, Trevor’s healthy meals, and her therapist’s advice, she’d miraculously received the green light from her doctor to ditch her birth control.
Ryder groaned with pent-up need and pulled his cock from her mouth with a plop, leaving her gasping on her knees, working to catch her breath. She had a front row seat to her husband’s striptease. One by one, each piece of his expensive tuxedo fell to a heap on the floor until his perfect body was revealed.
Taking his hand, Khloe let him help her to her feet, although she wasn’t upright for long. His hands went to her armpits as he lifted her off the ground before turning and tossing her back onto their bed.
Her offending bra and skimpy panties were pulled off her body, joining Ryder’s pile of clothes on the floor just before he dived between her legs. His lips locked onto her inner thigh and he sucked hard. Khloe hummed with pleasure. Her dominant husband loved leaving marks on the hidden parts of her body. The hickies were his own little calling card, announcing his possession of her.
But she wanted more. Needed more.
“Ryder... please...” she begged. “I need you.”
He lifted his head from between her legs, a predatory grin on his handsome face.
“What is it that you need, my Queen?”
“I need you inside me,” she whined, bucking her hips up from the bed to mimic what she hoped was coming soon.
Playing along, Ryder placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her pussy, lapping at her juices, finally brushing her clit—much too lightly.
“Harder...” she said. When he didn’t comply, she whined, “More... please.”
His tongue became a torture device, bringing her higher and higher until all she could think about was having him inside her.
“Fuck me, dammit,” she ordered.
His palm connected with her inner thigh with a sharp smack.
“Such language. Hollywood royalty shouldn’t talk like that. I thought I was married to a lady,” he teased, still flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit.
“Bullshit. From the night you met me you’ve made it your life’s mission to defile me in the most graphic ways. So get defiling!”
Ryder’s playful chuckle made her almost giddy. Despite his torturous edging of her body, she craved this intimacy. Not just the sex, but the playfulness... the affection... the love. Four days apart had been too long.
Her pulse spiked as her husband joined her on the bed, caging her in with his body as he used his feet to spread her legs impossibly wider.
When he placed his elbows next to her ears, it brought his face to within inches, giving her a front row seat to the passion brewing in those gorgeous eyes of his.
They each held their breath in anticipation.
Like before, in her mouth, Ryder claimed her pussy in one thrust, stretching her perfectly. Khloe cried his name and bucked her hips up to meet him, enjoying the bite of pain mingled in with the exquisite pleasure. Thrust after thrust filled her again and again, stretching her... owning her in every way possible until all she could think about was how perfect they were together.
“Eyes.”
She had lost herself to the bliss, forgetting how much her husband loved to look into her soul as he made her come. As she opened her eyes, the sight of his own passion pushed her to the cliff, ready to fall over with him.
“Such a good girl, taking your hard fucking without coming too soon.”
How was he able to talk? While she adored their raunchy bedroom banter, Khloe could think of nothing anymore except coming.
“Come... shoot it inside me... mark me inside too.”
Ryder’s roaring groan as he thrust and held his shaft deep inside her was her confirmation that he loved their dirty talk too. His absolute pleasure was the final push she needed to send her crashing over the cliff into her own powerful orgasm. White spots blurred her vision as every inch of her body shuddered through her release, loving the weight of Ryder’s body as his own satiated body crumbled, crushing her into the mattress.
Long seconds passed as they each worked to catch their breath. Only when she felt his softening shaft did she start to wiggle.
“We’re going to make a mess on the comforter.”
“So, buy a new one,” he said, still catching his breath.
“This is the new one”
His look was predatory, but the light kiss on the tip of her nose was loving. What an enigma Ryder Helms was.
Even after having known him intimately for four years, he still surprised her at times.
As he finally stood, giving her a chance to escape, she asked. “Fine, but can you at least unzip my dress before you go?”
“Of course. Helping undress you is one of my favorite pastimes,” he said pulling her to her feet and spinning her around to attack her zipper.
Once her heavy gown had fallen to the floor, Ryder hugged her from behind, diving in to suck and nibble at her the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder.
She couldn’t help but giggle.
“That tickles,” she whined, still loving every second of his attention.
“We can’t have that, can we?” he mumbled, his lips never leaving her shoulder. He moved one hand lower to cup her sex through her silk panties while his other hand moved up to squeeze her breast through the offending bra.
“I thought I was going to get five minutes,” she muttered, even as her knees started to crumble beneath her. As always, Ryder was there to catch her.
“I’m not sure I can wait that long, baby. I’ve had a semi hard-on all night watching you. The only thing that got me through was knowing you’d be all mine once I got you home. It doesn’t help that I’ve been out of town for work for the last four days. I’ve missed this so much.”
Ryder moved his attention to the other side of her neck, nibbling a long line of kisses across her left shoulder as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“So fucking wet. I can’t wait to drink you.” His voice sounded tortured.
A full-body shiver rocked through Khloe as she turned herself over to their passion. From the moment of their unlikely meeting at the Valentine Roulette, each of them now carried a constant thrum of desire for the other every minute of every day. It only took the tiniest bit of attention to ignite the flames between them, and Ryder’s talented fingers already had her on fire.
Grinding her hips against his hard cock, Khloe begged. “That’s it. God, I’ve missed you this week.”
“Not as much as I missed you, baby.” Ryder’s sexy cropped beard tickled as he nuzzled her close from behind.
When his fingers left her on the brink of exploding, Khloe growled with frustration.
“Not yet,” he said abruptly spinning her around in his arms just before placing his hands on her shoulders.
Khloe recognized the possessive need in her husband’s icy blue eyes as he devoured her body with his gaze. Ryder Helms was the king of self-discipline. He liked to say it was his superpower — the power that kept him and his team members alive. So, knowing she had the ability to push him to the edge of his steely control with a simple smile or well-placed caress made her feel like the most powerful woman on the planet.
His erratic push on her shoulders sent her to her knees in front of him. Saliva flooded her mouth as her body prepared for what was coming. It was a submissive position she’d been in more times than she could count — and she’d loved every single moment of her submission.
Ryder fumbled with the buckle of his belt, quickly unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants, shoving the fabric down his legs just far enough for his rock-hard cock to spring forward.
“Open wide for me, Princess. I’m not going to be gentle.”
That didn’t surprise her. She’d learned, the longer their separation, the more desperate her husband was to reclaim her when they were together again. More importantly, spending time in public as they had tonight — where he had to watch people touch her, in ways Ryder never could in public — always brought out his inner caveman. She’d not only learned to expect his domineering reaction, but she cherished it.
The tip of his cock crashed into her tonsils on his first thrust. For a brief second, Khloe panicked at the sudden loss of air but with effort, she slowly relaxed enough to resist pushing away.
He will never let anything hurt me — especially himself.
There’d been a time when she’d been embarrassed by the gagging sounds she created as Ryder aggressively fucked her throat, but knowing how much her sadist husband got off on her struggle to handle his girth only made her pussy throb instead.
Ryder’s thrusting hips set a brutal pace, only pulling out long enough for her to gasp a quick sip of air.
“Eyes,” he barked, his voice cracking under his growing need.
Khloe angled her neck, lifting her gaze until their eyes met. His dark glare told her he was already on the edge.
“Christ, I’ve never seen you more beautiful than you are right now. On your knees for me... your mouth full of me... your trust and submission, even as my cock chokes off your air supply.”
Tears flooded her eyes, making her handsome husband blur before her as he pulled out long enough to gasp for precious air.
Ryder gripped the sides of her head, holding her immobile as his thrusts resumed for a proper face fucking. When she felt her tears, snot, and phlegm spill down her chin to plop onto her chest, Ryder moved one hand to her face, using his thumb to smear the wetness across her cheek.
Feeling lightheaded, reflexively, Khloe moved her palms to his thighs, pressing hard enough to receive a warning from her Dom.
“Hands behind your back. You don’t control my pace.”
Khloe did as she was told but didn’t miss that he paused long enough for her to catch her breath.
“I can’t tell you what this does to me, Princess... knowing I’m the only person on this planet who will ever get to see you ruined like this.” He smeared her running mascara all over her face as he added. “The polished, elegant movie star on her knees, her husband’s cock down her throat as she gasps for air. I’m so tempted to watch you swallow every drop of my cum, but I think I’d rathe fill your pussy instead. With any luck, I’ll put our baby in you tonight.”
She was sure her ovaries exploded with Ryder’s dirty promise.
There’d been a time in her life not long ago when her eating disorder had made the possibility of pregnancy an impossible pipe dream. With the help of her loving husband’s patience, Trevor’s healthy meals, and her therapist’s advice, she’d miraculously received the green light from her doctor to ditch her birth control.
Ryder groaned with pent-up need and pulled his cock from her mouth with a plop, leaving her gasping on her knees, working to catch her breath. She had a front row seat to her husband’s striptease. One by one, each piece of his expensive tuxedo fell to a heap on the floor until his perfect body was revealed.
Taking his hand, Khloe let him help her to her feet, although she wasn’t upright for long. His hands went to her armpits as he lifted her off the ground before turning and tossing her back onto their bed.
Her offending bra and skimpy panties were pulled off her body, joining Ryder’s pile of clothes on the floor just before he dived between her legs. His lips locked onto her inner thigh and he sucked hard. Khloe hummed with pleasure. Her dominant husband loved leaving marks on the hidden parts of her body. The hickies were his own little calling card, announcing his possession of her.
But she wanted more. Needed more.
“Ryder... please...” she begged. “I need you.”
He lifted his head from between her legs, a predatory grin on his handsome face.
“What is it that you need, my Queen?”
“I need you inside me,” she whined, bucking her hips up from the bed to mimic what she hoped was coming soon.
Playing along, Ryder placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her pussy, lapping at her juices, finally brushing her clit—much too lightly.
“Harder...” she said. When he didn’t comply, she whined, “More... please.”
His tongue became a torture device, bringing her higher and higher until all she could think about was having him inside her.
“Fuck me, dammit,” she ordered.
His palm connected with her inner thigh with a sharp smack.
“Such language. Hollywood royalty shouldn’t talk like that. I thought I was married to a lady,” he teased, still flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit.
“Bullshit. From the night you met me you’ve made it your life’s mission to defile me in the most graphic ways. So get defiling!”
Ryder’s playful chuckle made her almost giddy. Despite his torturous edging of her body, she craved this intimacy. Not just the sex, but the playfulness... the affection... the love. Four days apart had been too long.
Her pulse spiked as her husband joined her on the bed, caging her in with his body as he used his feet to spread her legs impossibly wider.
When he placed his elbows next to her ears, it brought his face to within inches, giving her a front row seat to the passion brewing in those gorgeous eyes of his.
They each held their breath in anticipation.
Like before, in her mouth, Ryder claimed her pussy in one thrust, stretching her perfectly. Khloe cried his name and bucked her hips up to meet him, enjoying the bite of pain mingled in with the exquisite pleasure. Thrust after thrust filled her again and again, stretching her... owning her in every way possible until all she could think about was how perfect they were together.
“Eyes.”
She had lost herself to the bliss, forgetting how much her husband loved to look into her soul as he made her come. As she opened her eyes, the sight of his own passion pushed her to the cliff, ready to fall over with him.
“Such a good girl, taking your hard fucking without coming too soon.”
How was he able to talk? While she adored their raunchy bedroom banter, Khloe could think of nothing anymore except coming.
“Come... shoot it inside me... mark me inside too.”
Ryder’s roaring groan as he thrust and held his shaft deep inside her was her confirmation that he loved their dirty talk too. His absolute pleasure was the final push she needed to send her crashing over the cliff into her own powerful orgasm. White spots blurred her vision as every inch of her body shuddered through her release, loving the weight of Ryder’s body as his own satiated body crumbled, crushing her into the mattress.
Long seconds passed as they each worked to catch their breath. Only when she felt his softening shaft did she start to wiggle.
“We’re going to make a mess on the comforter.”
“So, buy a new one,” he said, still catching his breath.
“This is the new one”