Tyrant Chapter 13 #3
It was dark, so I flipped on the bedside light.
I had my lamp plugged into the outlet next to one of the wall switches.
It gave enough light without blinding us.
I took her to the bed and eased her down on it.
Seeing her lying on my covers, her face smiling, and the desire causing her skin to flush pink and making her eyes sparkle only drove my craving for her higher.
Before I removed anything, though, I had to ask, “Lakelyn, I need to know, are you on birth control? I’m asking because I need to know if you’d be willing to go without a condom.
I know we’re not ready for kids yet. I want to enjoy you for a while, but I don’t like the idea of something between us.
And before you ask, I’m free of infections or diseases.
I had myself checked not long after you arrived, and I haven’t been with anyone, not even a blow job.
I wanted you, and no one else would do.” I hoped my frankness wouldn’t turn her off.
“That’s good because I don’t want barriers either.
I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.
I got myself cleared after I broke up with him.
As for birth control, I got scared after we ran and hid from the Jacquots.
I was afraid. What if they found us, and I was forced to be with Jean-Baptiste?
I’m not saying this to kill the mood. It’s so you know that I went to a free clinic and got a shot.
It lasts for fourteen weeks. I’m still good for a month.
I’ll have to find a doctor to get another one before it expires. ”
I didn’t like thinking of her with another man or what could’ve happened to her, but I was glad to know she felt the same as I did, and we could have sex without a damn condom. It would be wild to find out what that was like. I’d never gone bareback.
“We’ll find you a doctor, but right now, I want to see you, all of you. I’ve waited long enough. Sit up and let me remove these clothes. You don’t need them,” I told her bluntly.
She pushed herself into the seated position. When she went to grab the hem of her top, I let out a growl and shook my head. “I want to unveil you. I’ve been waiting forever to see what you look like. I know my imagination doesn’t come close.”
She smirked and held her arms in the air. “I’m all yours, but then I get to do the rest of your reveal.”
“Be good, and we’ll see,” I answered.
I loved her bottom lip pouting at my answer, but she kept her arms up.
She wore a T-shirt she had changed into after we got home.
I eased it up, though I wanted to tear it off.
I took in her creamy skin. She was so blemish-free, not a scar I could see.
She was a pristine canvas, and I was a covered one.
We were total opposites. When I exposed her bra, I saw it was the pale pink one I had bought when I ordered her clothes after she had arrived.
She’d been embarrassed that I did, but she refused to pick out more, so I did it.
Her tits were lovingly encased in the silk fabric.
I had to go a bit faster to get the shirt off.
When it was removed, I reached behind her and undid the hooks to her bra.
Her firm, round mounds enticed me to cup them in both hands after I tossed her bra aside.
I kneaded them and then tugged on her nipples, causing her to moan.
She pressed them deeper into my hands. I worked them a little harder.
I wanted to gauge how rough she could take it and still enjoy my touch.
Her whimper told me she was delighting in it.
“Do you like to have these beauties sucked and bitten? Have you ever worn nipple clamps?” I asked. My mind was conjuring up so many things that we could do together.
“I-I’ve never tried clamps, though I wondered if I’d like them. As for sucking, yes, I love it. The harder, the better, sometimes. Biting would depend on how hard you do it. If you tried to bite them off, then no.”
I chuckled. “Mon doux bébé, I would never do that. I love how they look. I’d never mark you in any way that scarred or disfigured you.
That would be sacrilegious. But if you’re sensitive and enjoy your nipples being played with, you might love clamps.
Dieu, j’aime, God, I love your tits. I’ve got to have a small taste,” I muttered a moment before I lowered myself to suck one into my mouth while continuing to fondle the other.
Her whimper changed to a low moan as I worked it.
When I had her nipple rock hard, I switched sides and teased the other into a hard point.
Reluctantly, I let go. Bringing her to her feet, I undid the snap and zipper of her jeans.
I parted the fabric and caught sight of the panties matching her bra.
I groaned, then slowly worked them over her hips.
She’d gained some weight over the past few weeks.
It softened her curves a smidge more. I loved it.
I knelt to remove her jeans. She held onto my shoulder and stepped out of them.
As soon as the jeans were gone, it was time to see her pussy.
I pushed her legs wider. I saw the wet spot on the crotch.
I inhaled and took her scent into my lungs.
It was one I’d always be able to recognize.
I lowered them and never took my eyes off the V formed by her legs.
I let the panties fall to the floor, and she stepped out of them while I devoured the sight of her.
Her pussy lips were plump, and the inner part was the palest pink, like her panties.
She was slick with her nectar. Where that word came from, I didn’t know, but it fit her.
She kept her hair down there in closely cropped curls.
I wondered if she’d let me shave her or get waxed.
I wanted nothing to impede her from being able to feel my mouth and teeth on her.
I ran a finger along her folds. She shuddered and whimpered.
I took my nectar-covered finger and sucked it clean. I groaned at her flavor. I’d never tasted anything close to this. Nectar was the right word. She was slightly sweet and citrusy. Unable to hold back, I buried my head between her thighs and licked.
Lakelyn gasped, then she cried out, “Killian!”
I went at her like a starved beast. I lapped, sucked, and ran my fingers through her folds.
I nibbled on her clit and her lips. When I thrust a finger inside her, she moaned louder.
I held her pressed to me with a hand on her ass.
She was very snug, and her inner muscles clung to my finger.
I thrust several times before working a second finger into her pussy.
“Oh my God, if you don’t stop, I’m coming,” she wailed.
This remark only pushed me to lave her harder and thrust faster.
Less than a minute later, she cried out my name again and tugged on the hair on top of my head as she drenched my mouth and fingers in her sweetness.
She contracted around me like a fist, and I eagerly cleaned her up.
I’d eaten plenty of pussy over the years, but it had never been something I had to have with a woman.
I knew with Lakelyn, it would be something I would crave.
By the time she was done, her legs were shaking. I stood and lifted her by the ass onto the mattress. I would’ve pushed her to lie flat, but she grabbed my hands.
“Did you like what I tasted like?” she asked hesitantly.
“I fucking love it. I’ll be eating your cunt often, so I hope you enjoyed it.”
“I adored it. I’ve never gotten off that hard, Killian. Kiss me. I want to know what I taste like.”
I rumbled low in my throat and kissed her. She licked and nibbled all over my mouth until she had cleaned me. When she was done, I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever had a woman do. Eating her out and then having her do this had my cock ready to explode.
“Bébé, if you don’t want me dying, take off my jeans. I’m about to be permanently injured.”
“We can’t have that. Let me help you, my poor baby,” she murmured.
She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
She even slid her hand on the zipper’s inner side to ensure she didn’t snag the beast in my pants.
That’s when she discovered I didn’t wear underwear.
They were a waste of time and more laundry.
She gasped and then worked my pants down over my hips.
She let go, and they dropped to my knees.
I stepped out of them because she was too busy staring at my cock.
I was covered in ink from my jaw to my feet, both front and back. That included my cock having a tattoo.
I’d been drunk the night I got that one done.
No matter how much ink you had or how much pain you could take, getting your cock tattooed hurt like a motherfucker.
I’d gone to get it done, and Scythe had gone with me.
We were almost three sheets to the wind drunk.
When the guy who was to do it, who shouldn’t have when I was drunk, but was too scared to say no, asked what I wanted, Scythe said his name is Tyrant.
It should be Dictator. We both cracked up and thought it was funny as hell, so I told the guy to do it, and he did.
The next morning, when I was sober, it hadn’t been as funny, but there was no way I would go through a cover-up. It could’ve been a worse word.
My cock jumped when she ran a finger down the length of me. My cock was sticking straight out, so she could clearly see the word on the top side. She traced the letters and then looked up at me.
“Killian, that had to hurt something terrible. I must admit, I didn’t expect you to have a tattoo there, but the play on your name is clever. It makes me think of you taking control and making me do what you want.” She shivered.
“I was drunk and let an equally drunk Scythe talk me into it. I was determined to get my cock tattooed, but had no idea with what. The next day, it was less hilarious.” I admitted.