51. willow
CHAPTER 51
WILLOW
PRIDE, A FOREIGN CONCEPT
King was giving me a comfortable place to enjoy sex. He was taking care of me. I’d never felt that kind of safety in the bedroom. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and it had nothing to do with the impending pain.
He shouldn’t have had to do it. Why couldn’t I willingly give him sex? Why did he need to go through all these steps for me?
I trembled. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry?—"
The words vanished when he pushed his arm underneath me and reached around to cup my breast. Another sensation to add to the list, another thing that left me spiraling.
"Angel, I love your tits," he murmured, his other hand, gently rubbing my clit.
My hips bucked, but King didn’t stop. If anything, he got more comfortable, curving my body to his.
"You’re so wet," he whispered. "I can’t wait to taste you again."
I didn’t understand. "A—Again?"
"I licked your panties before I jerked off with them. You tasted so good."
A harder blush hit me.
He did what?
"Tasted so fucking good," he rasped. "I’ve been dreaming about holding you down and eating you out. That’s what the fantasies are. Sliding up one of those little skirts and eating you out until you know you can't walk away from me again. Because I belong with you. You belong with me ."
The more he stroked, the more my hesitation slipped away until there was no fear of the upcoming pain, just tension, tightening my muscles towards pleasure.
Oh my god. I’m going to cum .
"King— King ?—"
"I can’t wait to give this pussy what it deserves," he growled.
His words touched all my buttons like he slammed down on a keyboard, and I stiffened, unable to stop gasping for air. I could taste the orgasm at the back of my tongue.
"I’m going to cum?—"
"No, you’re not."
" What? "
King withdrew his hand.
I tried to grip his hand like I could have stopped him, but he rolled away from me. Pride was a foreign concept. "King, no, please, baby?—"
"Oh, I like that."
"Please, I'm so close?—"
His satisfied chuckle made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. "I'll make you beg later."
Later?
King gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him, handling me like I weighed nothing at all. In no time, he had me sitting at the top of his thighs, right below his cock. I was flustered and too aroused and miserable from another ruined orgasm.
His cock throbbed, inches away from me.
"I’m not just getting you off, Willow," he said, dark eyes burning in the darkness. "You’re going to make me cum. We’re cumming together."
My pulse raced. I was on top, but I never felt less in control.
Digging his fingers in my hip, he guided me forward until I rubbed against his cock, pressing it against his stomach. He wasn't inside of me, but twitching underneath me, so hard, I couldn’t stop the moan. His cock throbbed against my core and my body trembled with the sensation.
It wasn’t penetration, but it felt so fucking good.
His hands disappeared from my hips. "You rode my thigh. Now ride my cock."
Riding his thigh had been pure desperation, trying to get any friction possible. I did it without thinking. This was different. This was a deliberate action, with King watching. Riding his cock would be putting on a show.
I bit my lip, touching his sides, rubbing against him. It stroked all of my pleasure sensors and I squeezed my eyes shut, overcome with the feeling.
"Don’t close your eyes."
I opened them just as quickly. This was for him, we both knew that. I rolled my hips, focused on what felt good. Grinding against him gave me everything I wanted—I could cum like this—but I wanted King to feel good too. I wanted to watch him come undone.
I rocked against him, head thrown back, giving him a full view of my tits.
A deep rumble of pleasure came over him.
"It’s so thick," I whispered.
"I know it is."
King in bed was King at his most comfortable. He wasn’t wary of the compliments and he wasn’t afraid to show me how he felt. All the satisfied sounds from him proved that. I loved every second of it.
"Angel?" King placed his hands back on my hips, picking up the pace. "I’m thinking about what I want to do after."
I could only hum in confusion.
"Either I’m eating you out or I’m playing with your tits."
"I’ll—I’ll be too sensitive," I panted.
"I don’t care."
My eyes flashed to him in surprise and he grinned back at me. His hips thrusted up and I almost collapsed on him from the new pull.
"You’ve been teasing me all summer. Either I’m eating your pussy or sucking on your tits."
"I don’t know if I can cum again."
"You will."
"I—"
"If I have to talk you through it, if I have to coax the orgasm out of you, if I have to drag it out of you, you will."
I was close again and I wouldn’t let him ruin this orgasm for some new position. My hand dropped from the headboard to his chest and I worked my hips faster, doing everything to lean enough to give my clit the attention it needed.
"I’m going to cum," I blurted out. "I’m going to—oh, fuck ?—"
The orgasm crashed into me, taking me with it, and my movements became frantic, finishing myself off, before something knocked me forward and I tumbled to King’s chest.
King looped his arms over my back and yanked me to him.
I couldn’t move while he kissed my neck and thrust against me, grinding as furious as I’d been until hard breaths tore out of him. His cock jerked and cum shot between us, slick and warm.
I clung to him while he finished, squeezing my waist. He gripped me so tight, I knew he was leaving bruises.
"Fucking finally," he rasped. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. " His head thudded back on the pillow.
"You came for real?" I whispered.
His voice was so deep, a shiver ran down my spine. "I came for real."
I pressed my face to his chest and a deep sense of pleasure overtook me. King finally came because of me . I caused that. A smile tugged up on my lips.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "Better than okay."
Gingerly, I pushed up.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, eyes trained on my body.
I was completely covered in cum.
It dripped down from my breasts and back on to him. I couldn’t believe he came that much. Looking up, though, King had a very different look on his face. His eyes were dark and wild, full of raw satisfaction.
"You need to take a shower," he murmured, trailing a hand up my back.
Oh, right.
King helped me up, which was definitely needed with how little my legs wanted to cooperate. My body felt like it’d been put through a taffy machine. Stretched to its end and doubled back to make sure the job was done. I could barely walk upright, much less figure out the shower knobs.
He grabbed my bonnet from my suitcase and I thought he was going to join me, but he used a washcloth to clean himself up. Without another word, he walked out. A few minutes later the room’s door closed behind him.