Tackled by the King: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Read Online Free

spat out the last word bitterly, steepling her fingers.
    “Yup. I will. I've got this, Mrs. Wattana.” I was exuding with false confidence. “You won't be disappointed.”
    “I'll have Evelyn forward you the details. You start tomorrow. Now get out of my office.”

Chapter Three: Kingsley
     
    Sloppy sucking noises echoed down the length of the empty communal shower. I rested my back against the icy wall tiles, my chest heaving as I savored the hot lips wrapped around my cock. My hip jutted forward and back, nudging the back of her throat with my angry red tip.
    When my eyes peeled back, I was met with a pair of intense dark eyes and long dusky lashes. Farrah's sweet, elfish face was a sweaty mess. I cupped her chin in my palm to steady myself, observing as the shape of my dick poked the slick insides of her cheek. Her eyes were welling up as she retched softly on my cock, staring up at me for desperate approval.
    Farrah eased her mouth off my cock. Still cradling my balls with one hand, she reached over to the dispenser and pumped some soap into her palm. I took over for the meantime, jerking myself off as I watched her.
    Farrah dropped my sack and whipped her kinky red hair away from her face. She clasped her hands together and began glossing her swaying tits with the liquid soap. I clicked my tongue appreciatively, close to salivating at the suds trembling off her pure, almost black skin.
    “Do you like what you see, my King?” Farrah purred. She lowered her eyes and circled the dark areolas of her thick baby-bottle nipples.
    “The King likes what he sees...” I flicked my chin downward, motioning to my cock. “But you know the royal dick don't like to wait... What you gonna do about it?”
    “Of course. You know I'd do anything for the King...”
    Farrah giggled and lifted her slippery tits. She straightened herself on her knees and leaned forward, sandwiching my dick in her sticky, sudsy cleavage. The back of my head knocked back against the wall tiles. My toes curled in and out as she suffocated my cock with the fucking spectacular jiggle of her natural double Es.
    “Down on your back. Hold those tits together.”
    I pinned her down and climbed on top of her. Farrah caught her tits and pushed them together, craning her neck off the ground to watch. I wedged my cock between her jugs and started ramming in it and out of her cleavage. She bobbed her head forward and stuck out her tongue, brushing it across the slimy head each time my dick pummeled her chin.
    “Fuck, I'm gonna blow –”
    “Give it to me good, my King,” Farrah taunted me, waggling her tongue. “I want your hot, sticky load all over my –”
    I hunched over and slammed my hands on the ground next to her. A hearty load squirted out of my cock, hitting her between her eyebrows and her left cheek. As I got off her, catching my breath, Farrah sat up from the floor. She fluffed the back of her hair and stuck out her tongue, dragging it across the cum slowly oozing down her face.
    “Mmm.” Farrah sighed dreamily. She started blending my splooge into her face. “They say a man's cum does wonders for your skin. I can only imagine what Kingsley Kelly's godly specimen could do for me.”
    I took a step back from her and sucked my teeth. My horniness often impaired my judgment. It made me colorblind to flagrant red flags and deaf to all alarm bells. Now that my dick was empty, the waves of regret came crashing in at full speed.  
    “I could be wrong here, but I'm pretty sure that's how you get pink-eye.” 
    All Farrah did was gaze up at me, just sitting there wearing a mask of my jizz.
    “Yeah, okay, uh, why don't you get yourself washed up, and I'll go get us some towels.”
    “Okay. Don't be long, now!”
    I shuffled away from her and headed towards the lockers.
    “Yo, King! What it do.”
    My main man, Odell Kahale, burst through the swinging door with his gear bag strapped over his chest. He looked like he'd just gotten back from the