Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
King came for her the next evening.
There was no knock this time. The inexplicable and startling sound of a key fitting into the lock greeted her ears as she stood motionless in the living room.
Unable to sit, to eat, to do anything but wait for him.
Dressed in a pale pink dress, the lacy edges scratched against her flesh, she hoped he approved.
As his bright blue gaze found her, the faint curl of his lips was answer enough. Heat rushed through her, warming her cheeks and between her thighs in equal measures. Her delicate petals grew moist, juice seeping from her to wet her panties.
“Look at you. All ready for me, kitten,” King said as he came to her, long fingers curling over her hips. Jerking her into him, his head bowed, mouth latching onto hers. Devouring Daisy with aggressive sweeps of his tongue, the sharp nips soothed away with succulent laps.
Sagging in his grip, Daisy mewled as her far smaller hands spread over the rippling muscles of his chest.
Tearing his lips away, his hot, ragged breaths fanned over her cheeks. Hunger gleamed in his blue eyes, not a hint of restraint to be found. King grabbed hold of her wrist, tugging her with him as his long strides brought them out of the door and into the dingy hallway.
Palm sliding along the small of her back, he urged her down the stairs.
There was no hesitation, no chance for Daisy to refuse.
Pushed inexorably forward, he guided her out onto the wet pavement where the city gleamed under a sheen of wetness.
The sleek black car idled at the curb, a man in a smart suit of charcoal and darkness holding the door open for her.
Situated inside, King dragged her leg over his.
Spreading her wide as his hand travelled up her inner thigh to play along the seam of her moist panties.
The hush of the tires against the slick pavement was the only sound besides their breaths.
Hers growing louder, bosom heaving as she tried to suck in deeper lungfuls of air.
The dirty city streets passed by in fragments. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the rough rasp of his calloused fingers scraping against her tender flesh.
“Easy, baby girl,” he murmured as the car pulled into a dark parking garage before light exploded all around them. Illuminating row after row of fancy, expensive vehicles.
This wasn’t the office.
As King helped Daisy from the car, taking her into a glass walled elevator.
She gasped at the sight unfolding around her.
This building was newer, all steel and glass glittering in the darkness.
King crowded her backwards, pinning her against the frigid wall with one thick thigh forced between hers.
It pressed firm against her damp sex, making her grind helplessly against the hard muscle.
Nectar leaked in a steady stream from her flower.
Soaked through her bright red lace panties to leave a dark wet spot on his trousers where she rode him.
The doors opened onto a short hallway with only two doors on either side. He passed a card over a small black panel and the door beeped.
Once inside, King didn’t wait. He twisted her arm behind her as he dragged her into his thick frame, pinning her against him. He made a rough sound low in his throat before he pressed his face against her neck, lips trailing over her skin.
At her ear, he whispered, “You don’t leave without me. You don’t make plans without me. You don’t decide what happens next.”
Daisy mewled and gave a faint nod. Everything clicked into place within her. No more uncertainty. No more struggling. No more fear. She was safe and content right where she was.
Arm banding around her thighs, King lifted Daisy as if she weighed nothing. Carried her through the darkened apartment to the master bedroom. Moonlight streamed through the vast windows, spilling over a massive bed shrouded in black silk sheets.
With a growl, he set her on her feet. Took a single step away, hot blue eyes roaming over her trembling form.
“Strip, baby girl. Take it off for me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Daisy sucked in a huge breath, tits straining against the tight bodice of her dress. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it again,” he husked.
“Daddy,” she hummed, eager fingers tearing at the zipper to her dress. Shrugging free of it, she let it pool at her feet. Her perky melons were exposed to the cool air, her nips were hard enough to cut glass from her excitement.
King’s mouth crashed into hers. The kiss was savage.
Their teeth clashed, his tongue forced deep inside of her.
He claimed every inch of her mouth while his hips rolled against Daisy.
Letting her feel the rigid length of his boner grinding against her soaked slit through the thin fabric of her panties.
She mewled and whined, hips jerking as she sought more friction.
Breaking away, King’s breaths were ragged, eyes black with his hunger.
“Feel that, princess? That’s what’s going to split you open again tonight. Going to stretch that tight little peach until you scream.”
He palmed her tits with rough hands, squeezing them tight until Daisy whined low in her throat.
With a hushed groan, King dipped down to catch one of her tight nubs.
He suckled on it like a hungry babe before releasing it with a wet pop only to bite the underside of her tit.
Marking her with red blooms, his hand delved between her thighs.
King ripped away her panties, letting the scrap of lace flutter to the floor.
Two thick fingers plunged into her velvety channel without warning, stretching her open.
Curling his digits, King ground against that hidden spot until her thighs shook and nectar gushed down his wrist.
“Still dripping for me,” he rasped, voice like gravel and darkness. “After one fuck you’re already ruined. Still so fucking tight though. Clenching like that ripe peach remembers who took its virginity.”
Two fingers pumped into her sheath, slow and deep.
Letting her feel every ridge of his knuckles against her swollen tissues.
King’s smile was vicious as he added a third.
Stretching her wide, Daisy uttered a shrill cry at the burn.
Her channel fluttered around the intrusion, trying to grip.
Pull him deeper. Pleasure coiled low and vicious, building in slow, crushing layers.
Every thrust of his hand pushed the ache higher.
Her bud throbbed as it went untouched. Daisy bucked against him in desperate fits.
Fingers slick with her juices, King pulled free.
Smeared it across her lips before plunging them between her lips to force her to taste herself.
King chortled as he slammed three back inside her slick tunnel.
Worked them harder, faster. He was relentless in his attention to that secret spot.
Daisy’s legs trembled before giving out, body tumbling to the bed.
King didn’t miss a beat. Towering over her, he tore at his clothes.
Thick muscles flexed and gleamed in the moonlight.
His quivering member stood rigid. Huge. Bulbous head leaking pre-cum in heavy rivulets.
King shoved her higher up the mattress as he crawled over her.
Grabbed her thighs, shoving them up and out until her knees kissed her chest.
“Look at this glistening peach.” He dragged the fat helmet through her drenched petals, coating himself in her nectar. “Just begging for more cock.”
Positioning the bulbous mushroom head at her entrance, he eased his way inside her velvety tunnel.
Letting her feel the intense stretch, delicate tissue burning as it was drawn taut.
Daisy’s channel resisted as he pressed inside.
Clenching over his driving pole until suddenly her body eased.
Taking him deep. Deeper. King slammed against her cervix with a mighty final push, making her scream.
“Feel how deep I am, baby girl,” King husked as he ground into her. “You’re still so tight. This sweet snatch is milking me like it never wants to let go.”
Withdrawing until his bulbous helmet kissed her tight entrance, he slammed back in.
His heavy sac slapped against her rosebud, making Daisy keen.
Nails raking over his back, she writhed beneath him as the pleasure surged within her with every punishing thrust. She moaned as he ground against her womb.
Fingers wedged between them, he rubbed her button in swift, merciless circles.
Daisy’s channel spasmed around his meat with wild flutters.
King worked her nectar into a thick froth as he pounded into her, jolting her up the bed only to drag her back down into the next pulse of his hips.
She jostled, bucking against him as threads of ecstasy slid down her legs, curling her toes.
Jerking her legs higher, King shifted the angle of his next powerful drive. Grinding against that spot inside of her until she gushed around his invading prick. Flashes of heat stole through her, building and building as she careened towards the precipice that promised her downfall.
Every nerve screamed as he fucked her harder, the heavy bedframe slamming against the wall with the power of his strikes. King bent close, folding Daisy in half as his teeth took hold of the sensitive skin of her neck. Bit down hard. Marking her. Claiming her.
Pace becoming erratic, King growled and groaned above her. His low noises of pleasure fed hers. Ratcheting up the sheer bliss simmering in her veins. It built in jerky snaps to the rhythm of his savage thrusts.
King bared his teeth, relentless fingers taking hold of her bud. Twisting it hard.
The overwhelming sensation pulsed through her, sending her soaring. Daisy screamed as the orgasm coursed through her. Slick walls clenching, her womb contracted in violent fits. Quivering sheath milking his cock, she urged for his thick, potent jizz.
King bellowed as he slammed into her once, twice, before bellowing his release. His cum jetted into her, filling her velvety channel with his seed. It mixed with her nectar and overflowed, dripping down her ass to pool beneath her.
Daisy mewled as King collapsed on top of her, his ragged breaths gusting against her neck. He growled deep in his chest as he ground in deeper. Pressing against her cervix until her womb spasmed. Shooting his cream right against it.
“Mine,” he rasped as his arms slipped around her.
Daisy could only whimper her agreement.