Chapter 1 #2
"Honor!" I gasped, squirming as the lace bit into my skin. Then another, and Honor was dragging the fabric from my body.
"Fuck you calling me for? Weren't you just ignoring a nigga 'cause you didn't wanna get up? Keep that same energy, Navy, and continue to ignore a nigga."
Honor's words drifted into silence. His fingers rubbed against my skin before parting my pussy lips just enough for my arousal to scent the room.
Back and forth, they rubbed, pressing into my clit a little more with each pass.
My breathing hitched, legs parting wider, silently inviting him in.
Leaning forward, his lips brushed against my ear.
His voice dropped into a smoky growl, cursing my clit into a game of patty cake against his fingers.
"Ignore every fucking thing I'm doing to you," he asserted, his voice sharp and commanding. "I don't wanna hear a sound from you. Not my name, not a whimper, no moans… nothing. Not a sound, understand me?"
I parted my lips to speak until I caught the icy glare in his eyes.
"Navy."
The call of my name lacked the softness I was used to whenever Honor took me from reality and placed me in the arms of euphoria. I tilted my head forward, answering his command. My neck strained as I went in for a kiss, just for him to pull back the second our lips touched.
"How you gon' reach for a kiss after ignoring my taps? You know better than that. Open your eyes. Let me watch you go crazy for a nigga."
His wish was my command. My lashes trembled as I opened my eyes and caught the dark grin on his lips.
So fucking godly.
It was true. Honor moved with the reckless authority of a man who knew I craved to be closer to his existence. Every touch blurred the lines between worship and ruin for me.
His hands rubbed from my pussy to my hip and up my middle until they rested against the curve of my neck.
"Navy." His eyes locked onto mine with a weight that slammed my heart against my ribs.
"When you gon' learn to stop fucking playing with me?
I don't give a fuck what my brothers and I go through.
I don't give a fuck how much you love them niggas.
When it comes to us… my shit with them has nothing to do with us.
It does not change how you deal with me.
You hear me, Navy?" Forcing my chin upward, Honor stroked my neck, his eyes roaming my face with adoration.
I smiled, but as my lips parted, he shoved three fingers in my mouth, wiping it away.
"What goes on with my brothers does not change how you fucking handle me." He didn't raise his voice, but his words boomed heavy enough to stoke the fire sparking between my thighs.
Knowing better than to utter a word, I only nodded, tears rimming my lashes from how far he pushed his fingers down my throat.
I gagged against them, tears spilling as Honor licked them away, gently at first. His lips suckled at my cheeks, trailing down my neck.
When he kissed the spot where my shoulder met my throat, his teeth pierced my skin with a sharpness that stole my breath.
Honor was the kind of man who loved to mark what he considered his.
His bites were usually sweet and supple.
He'd bite, then suck the pain away and repeat until traces of him were left on my skin. This wasn't that.
"Fine! Okay! Honor, I'll get up and run," I whined, my voice breaking under the weight of it all. I didn't know if it was the burn of his teeth or the ache of my pussy that finally pulled the words out of me.
"What I'd tell you about talkin', Navy?" he muttered against my throat.
I tried to turn my face, but he grabbed my jaw and forced my head to the left. My chest heaved. He looked down at me like I was something he made, and everything he owned.
"Don't fuckin' run. Take this shit like you 'bout to take this dick," he growled lowly, sinking his teeth back into my skin.
My heart went wild under his weight, caught between fear and craving. I squirmed under him. My eyes glossed in pleasure as my pussy pooled for him. Mouthing his name, I let out a quiet whimper as his mouth left my skin.
"Say it," he demanded, teeth clenched.
My voice was barely there, but I made do. "What goes on with you and your brothers… doesn't change how I handle you."
That crooked, bring a bitch to her knees smirk spread across his lips.
"Good girl," he muttered, backing away and getting off the bed.
Before I could scream the words, my drenched pussy couldn't, Honor grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed.
"Shhhiiit!" My back arched when his mouth dropped to my clit. All heat and hunger, his tongue dragged long and rough.
"You stay thinking you run shit. But this pussy?" He chuckled. "Gon' always tell the truth."
Honor was talking, but my ass was somewhere beyond the clouds because all I saw were stars.
"Beefin' with me like this pussy, heart, and soul ain't mine."
Honor ate my pussy like I was his last meal before death. Feeling the intensity coil in my stomach, I snapped my legs shut.
"Your ass didn't wanna run earlier, don't run now. Feed your nigga, or I'ma think you tryin' to kill me."
Honor wedged them open, then bit the inside of my thigh.
"Honor," I whimpered.
His tongue moved slowly, then sharply, flickering over my clit as two fingers slid inside, curling them like he was summoning my orgasm to come to him.
Clawing at the sheets, my back arched, teeth clenched to hold in my moans.
His tongue slithered with the precision of a snake.
Those same fingers curled inside of me, again, and again, and a-muthafuckin'-gain hitting that spot of mine that made my toes spell his name in ASL and my heart rupture.
I was spent, gone, breathless, and mute.
Fucked open in every way that mattered. Drenched and trembling as Honor slobbered all over my clit.
"You gon' cum, my baby," he muttered between passes of his tongue. "I wanna see your pussy cry for me the way my heart cries for you."
Honor knew what he was doing. He knew how to crack me open, whether it be soft or hard.
That man knew my body. My breathing became ragged, and his hand slid up, not to soothe me but to claim me.
His palm pressed against my stomach, holding me down while he devoured me.
My head shook, teeth biting into my bottom lip.
It was right there… pussy tears threatening to erupt like a volcano.
I didn't want to give him that. Not when our family was falling apart.
Honor didn't miss a thing. He knew. On the crease of my thigh, he bit hard.
I cried out, then shattered. My whole body trembled as the orgasm hit, torn from me like a confession.
Honor didn't stop. He never did until those tears sprayed from my lower lips.
My head fell back, breath knocked out of my lungs.
"Honor—" I tried.
He didn't let me finish.
"You don't talk until I see my pussy cry," he growled, punctuating every word with a thrust of his dick. My walls clenched around him. I was so wet making every thrust loud and messy.
"You hear that?" he whispered, leaning in until his breath fogged against my cheek. "That's your pussy beggin' for me while you pretend you don't belong to me."
I bit my lip, but it didn't help. The moan still slipped out. Honor froze, then pulled his dick out slowly. The stretch of it burned in the best way.
"Don't make me repeat myself again."
He stared at me, then at his dick, glistening, coated in me. Thick and hard, with veins bulging.
"You gon' keep actin' mad?" he asked. "Even when your pussy is this fuckin' honest?"
I didn't answer. Honor's hand wrapped around my throat as he lined himself up and sank into me with one hard thrust. Slow but merciless, stretching me open with every thick inch until he was buried deep, balls heavy against me.
A gasp caught in my throat. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.
"Feel that?" Honor hissed in my ear, hips still. "Ain't no room for nothin' else in here. I fit like I was built for this pussy. The same way ain't no room in my heart for me to love another bitch. You been tripping lately 'bout a bitch who could never be you in my eyes."
Honor brutally ground his hips, and my entire body flinched.
"What do I gotta do for you to believe that it's you for me? Huh?"
"Honor!" I cried. Without having to say much, Honor began fucking my insecurities away.
"I should've fucked a baby into you the first time I had you," he growled. "Should've had you swollen, belly full of me. So, every time you'd look in the mirror, you'd see who the fuck I'm giving my legacy to."
My breath caught. Tears sprang to my eyes. From this great fuck, from the words, from the twisted ache in my chest that wanted what he said. Honor pulled out slowly, then slammed back in.
"That's what you want?" he muttered, mouth at my jaw. "Want me to put a baby in you? Want me to give you my legacy so you'll believe that I don't want anyone else?"
I whimpered, but he didn't give me time to answer. His hand moved back to my throat, his thumb tilting my chin up so he could stare into me while his other hand slid between our bodies to find my clit. The second his thumb touched it, I jerked.
"Say it," he ordered, breath ragged, his pace picking up. "Say you want me to put my baby in you."
"Honor—"
"Say it."
His thrusts turned punishing, hips slamming into mine.
"I want it," I cried, voice breaking. "I wanna have your baby. I wanna carry your legacy."
Honor's rhythm faltered for just a second, a half breath before he groaned deep in his chest and drove harder.
"I want that shit too," he snarled. "I want your body carrying the best part of me. Walkin' around full of my seed. Body marked by it."
He reached up, gripped my jaw tight, and then pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue swept in as if he were trying to taste my soul. His hips never stopped, and neither did the circles he rubbed over my clit. My body bucked as the orgasm crashed over me, clenching around his dick.
"That's it," he growled, eyes locked on mine. "Let me see that pussy cry."
My thighs trembled violently around his hips, nails clawing into his back, and he loved it. He drove into me once more, then stilled with a grunt so deep it vibrated in my ribs.
"Eat it up," he whispered, not to me but my pussy. "Every fuckin' drop."
Pushing my knees toward the sides of my head, Honor shot off inside me. My walls clenched, milking him of every drop, and my pussy greedily took it all in.
"I want your body carrying the best part of me. Walkin' around full of my seed. Body marked by it."
Honor's words played on repeat like my favorite song, his heavy breathing painting the hums of our future child's heartbeat.
"I love you," I whispered, meaning it more in this moment than ever before.