Midnight (King's Town, #2)

by Shon

It made my skin crawl when men tried to diss other women and disguise it as praise. There was nothing remotely uplifting about it. It was just fucking weird. And I had zero interest in being his “dream girl” anyway. If anything, I wanted to haunt his nightmares for bothering me.

Why some men took disinterest as a sign to try harder, I would never understand.

The fact that he respected an imaginary man more than me was enough to make me need another drink.

“Because you deserve to be fucked well. Thoroughly. Until your body is so overstimulated that cumming is the only reflex you have left and coming down isn’t an option before you get thrown into another high.”

“Why are you staring at me like that?” “Because you’re beautiful.”

There was only so much my collection of toys could do. I needed body heat. I needed to be tossed around. I needed…to stop thinking about this.

My head snapped up at that and I looked at him, my forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What are you talking about?” “You’re off-limits,” he said, deepening my bewilderment. “Says who?” I snapped. “Says Midnight.”

There was a short list of people who could make me drop what I was doing regardless of the time or place. That list began—and ended—with Tyler Spence.

“Why the hell are you telling men that I’m untouchable?” “Because you are.”

“So, tell me, why are you here? Are you here to curse me out or to get fucked? Because we can do both. I can fuck you while you curse me out.”

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“Because as much as you may try to deny it, you know the only thing you wanna do right now is make a mess on my face.”

“Is this what you wanted, Ty? For me to taste you again and remind you of how fucking sweet you are?” I whimpered my reply, my eyes squeezed shut. “You’re the best thing that’s ever been on my tongue, Tyler and I will never let you forget that.”

“Look at how wet you are, baby.” There was pure awe in his voice. Like it was a miracle for anyone to be this aroused. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting another man touch you.”

“You can hate me, baby. But you better cum for me.”

“The second another man touches you, I’m sending him to his grave. Tell me you understand that.” I didn’t understand shit. But his possessive little ego trip wasn’t enough to ruin my high. “All I want is to give you whatever you want, Tyler. But I can’t do that when you pretend you don’t know what we are to each other.”

“Bend over, baby.”

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A black queen!!!

“I wanna fuck you, Tyler.” “Then do it.”

She tasted like she’d been created with my tastebuds in mind.

There was no place for platonic feelings when all I thought about whenever I saw her was putting my dick in her and then feeding her breakfast in bed.

I’d worship the fucking ground she walked on if she gave me the chance.

“I haven’t heard from you, so I figured you wanted to see me.”

“Look me in my eyes when I’m talking to you, Tyler.”

“You don’t get to cum all over my hand and then tell me we’re nothing, Ty. So, I saved you the trouble. You wanna cum? Figure out why you run every time I make you feel good.”

“And for the record, I’m not possessive because it gets me off. I just give a fuck about you, Tyler. And there aren’t that many people in my life I can say that about. So, forgive me if the way I show it is fucked up.”

“Tell me I can give you more or tell me we’re done, Tyler.”

“Cum on my dick and answer me.”