King #2
“Baby, your mouth could start a fucking war,” I growl as the swollen head meets the back of her throat. She’s garbling and fighting off the worst of the choking, and I want to beat my chest like a fucking ape, I’m so proud.
She makes sloppy sucking sounds as she doubles her efforts. I draw back, giving her a moment, then ease forward again, her eyes turning to slits as she struggles.
I tangle my fingers into her hair on either side of her head, guiding her mouth slow and easy, dialing it back before I lose my load, then adjusting the angle of her head when I feel her starting to panic.
“Eyes on me, remember?”
Her lids flutter with her effort, saliva dripping as the urge to claim her innocence rakes its ragged claws down my back.
“That’s a good girl.”
I withdraw when her eyes roll to white. As much as I want to have her swallow down her prize, I need to get my dick inside her, and it’s going to take some priming to make sure she is good and ready to take me.
I pop my dick from her mouth, leaving her wide-eyed and lust blind, moving down to my knees, fixing her heels on the edge of the sofa so she’s on full display as I ease back and take her in.
“You don’t disappoint, baby. That’s the prettiest shade of pink on the planet.”
Her breath catches. I fight the urge to pound my chest in triumph when I see the liquid warmth streaming out of her in a lusty little river.
“I’m going to apologize now,” I grind out through my teeth. “I’m a caveman, baby. This pussy is mine to do with as I please. Nothing is off limits. That’s what it means to be mine. Do you want to belong to me, baby? Give yourself to me and only me?”
“Yes,” she hums, and I’m not sure if it’s the lust talking without her brain being involved, but I don’t much care to be honest.
“I’m going to take care of you. Make sure you always have what you need. I’ll listen when you need to talk. Be the one you want to come to with your biggest wins and your worst problems. I don’t do halfway. I’m going to be your everything.”
I press her knees open and lower my face. She softens into the back of the sofa, her arms wide, fingers clenching and unclenching as she leans her head back over the center of the stick.
I nip and lick my way down her inner thigh, listening for her gasps and moans. I gaze in wonder at every supple inch of her, loving the way her soft little bush tickles as I seek out her core and let myself drown in her scent.
“Sweet as candy,” I growl, burying my mouth into the slick warmth of her cunt, my body trembling at the perfection of her flavor, the silkiness of her flesh against my tongue…
“Please,” she stutters, that one word full of a new sort of desperation.
“You want me to kiss this spot right here?” I spread the top of her folds, decorated with strawberry-blonde curls, while grinding her clit against her pubic bone with my thumb.
She nods, her eyes still fixed on mine, her body quivering.
“Say please again. Only, this time, tell me you want me to kiss you here. Ask for what you want.”
Her teeth worry into her lip as her nipples draw into tight peaks. “Please…” Her voice breaks. “Please kiss me down there.”
I run one hand under her ass, spreading her cheeks until I find that hot little back button, and give it a little pressure. “I’m going to kiss you down here. I’m going to fuck you here and back here. I’m going to do things I shouldn’t, but you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
Her body is an open book, her eyes telling me things she’s never told anyone before.
“You know what happens when you don’t answer?”
Her throat moves as she swallows, her mouth opening, but there’s no answer, so I bring my hand down in a wet slap on her open pussy.
“You want another?”
She doesn’t answer, so I take that as a yes, spanking her on her clit, and instead of wincing or drawing back, she bucks her hips up, asking for another.
“You really are the perfect girl.”
I deliver two more shots to her open folds, then give in to the feral beast as my spine twists and my insides rearrange themselves.
I go from zero to a hundred, licking and sucking, slurping and swallowing, taking her moans and cries of pleasure as vows, securing her into my life as her king—and, I already know, soon enough, her husband.
She baptizes me with her flavor, wetness and sounds. I explore this new territory with my lips, my tongue, my teeth.
I spin a finger at the well of her pleasure, pumping two inside her, doing the prelim work as I use my mouth to prep her for what’s coming.
I reach up and grab the weight of her tit, my other hand sliding up her inner thigh, keeping her quivering legs wide as I tease her clit with my tongue, stretching her with two fingers.
How I’ve lived without this pussy in my life is impossible to puzzle out.
She’s smart, capable and sexy, and everything I never thought I could have, all wrapped up in a package so devastating I wonder if I’ve taken a puck to the side of the head and this is all a delirious hallucination.
She’s drenching my face as I draw the nub of her clitoris out with my lips, focusing all my attention there, her sounds and flavor hypnotizing and addictive, and I know I’ll be spending a lifetime right here, doing this.
Her orgasm takes her in a flash. Her soft body goes rigid as she binds our filthy covenant with gushing warmth into my mouth, her inner walls clasping around my fingers as my cock pulses and throbs, needing to fill her body with every raw inch.
Her flesh glistens with a sheen of sweat as I draw out her climax as long as possible with my mouth, dropping one hand to stroke my length as her body goes limp.
“It’s fucking time, firecracker. I hope you’re ready because I don’t know if I have any waiting left in me. I’m going to destroy this pretty pussy.”
“Yes,” she hisses through clenched teeth, as I think of the honesty of my statement.
Her pain is offensive to me, but there’s no way through this tunnel without collateral damage. So, with her warm juices drying on my face, I’m on my feet, sweeping her off the sofa, mounting her to the front of me.
“You looked so beautiful taped to my stick with my cock in your mouth. Helplessly bound to me. You are going to be bound to me in other ways too, baby.”
“Wait, I’m—” Her lids flutter, “we should…use something.”
“Use something. I’m not putting latex between us baby. And, I know I’m clean. Never been without a full wrap when I was with anyone, and…it’s been a long time.”
“Still, God, my body wants this but my brain says I need to be careful.”
She’s so responsible. I’m the storm ready to plow through her trailer park so, I come up with a compromise because there’s no way I’m not getting in that pussy.
“Tomorrow morning, you want to do that morning after pill…” I can’t even finish and somehow, she must feel what I feel because instead of finishing, she hooks her ankles behind the small of my back as I stomp through the suite to the bedroom, easing her down, laying her like my crucified sacrifice, her breathing faltering as I climb on top, holding myself steady.
“You’re mine. That means all of you. We need to figure out where we’re going to live.”
Her eyes snap wide as my dick snuggles into her warm mound, knowing he’s already found his new home.
“Live?” she asks.
I guide the tip to her entrance, tangling my fingers in her hair, prodding her opening as she begs for air with her gaping mouth.
“Yep, live. Together. I know when I know,” I tell her, her thighs trembling around my hips. “We’re truth telling here, so you look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the earth shift when we’re together?”
Her green eyes look like emerald glitter as she tightens her jaw, but her lips curve upward and her pussy creams on the head of my cock in unspoken agreement.
“This is surreal, I don’t—I don’t know what’s happening. How to answer that—"
“Never mind. Your pussy answered for you again.”
I bring my face to hers for a greedy kiss as I apply pressure to her opening, her body poised on the precipice. Our heads slant as our lips slip and slide, tongues seeking each other out as our breath becomes one.
She writhes under me, her hips battling upward to take a little more, pushing my control to the edge as everything inside me bellows for me to take her. Ready to seat ourselves in our new home.
With another wiggle, her tightness squeezes my engorged head, and I meet her movements with my own, pushing through her barrier, kissing away the pain as her pussy lips part to take the first inch.
“God, I don’t want to regret this,” she hisses, and I don’t bother to answer with words.
Instead, I bite the inside of my cheek and give her a hard thrust, driving any other thought from that pretty head except that I’m claiming what’s mine. Her tight opening squeezes me as I hold steady. Then, when I feel her relax, I slide in deeper, that insane tightness blinding me.
The welcoming warmth of her walls have me ready to burst. My blood turns to fire as I gather her eyes to mine, sorry for the pain of what’s coming.
“I’m sorry,” I grit out. “It’s going to hurt. But I promise you, I’ll take good care of you. You with me, firecracker?”
She nods, and I bring my mouth to hers, driving my hips forward as she screams into my mouth, her body writhing. She twists so hard, the end of the hockey stick that’s still attached to her wrist smacks me in the side of the head.
That’s enough of that. In a fury, I somehow hold myself steady and tear off the tape, dropping the stick to the floor, freeing her hands, which fly forward, her nails digging into the muscles of my chest.
I’m feral, grunting and pumping, filling her inch by heavenly inch as her whimpers turn to moans, her walls grabbing onto me like they don’t want to let go.
“God, so big. So full.”