Chapter 19 #2
My eyes open to King lying on top of me.
I must have blacked out for a moment. I’m thirsty, so I nudge his shoulder and he slowly pushes up.
In the kitchen, I grab a water bottle from the fridge, and he taps my shoulder gesturing for one.
We stand in front of the cool fridge, guzzling our water bottles as cum drips down my inner thigh.
I cross my legs, smearing it between my thighs.
The stickiness has me smiling from the reminder of what we just did.
King tosses our bottles in the sink, retrieves two more, and lowers enough to throw me over his shoulder to carry me upstairs. But not in my room. He tosses me on his bed, places the bottles on the stand, climbs in, and we’re fast asleep.
My gurgling stomach wakes me. I’m crushed against King’s chest, his arms hugging me.
In a cracked voice, I say, “I need to pee.”
Without opening his eyes, he lifts his arm, allowing me to do my thing. I toss water on my face to tamp down the dizziness. Even so, these edibles are fantastic. My high hasn’t subsided and I haven’t thought about anything other than fucking King.
I’m about to leave the bedroom but he commands, “Nope. Stay here.”
He’s given me so much pleasure so I listen. Snuggling my back into his chest, he positions his cock at my entrance, thrusting in. The suddenness of being filled knocks the wind out of me. King repositions my leg over his as he slides in and out at a normal pace.
His hand slides up between my breasts, cupping my jaw, and he says, “You’re mine, Rebel. This pussy was made for my pounding.”
My hand braces against the mattress, and my breathing is slightly elevated. “I’ll admit, it’s better than what I’ve had in the past.”
He says in a low growl, “No one’s going to touch you again.” This makes me laugh, which has him pounding harder into me. “You think I’m kidding.” He moves his hand from my jaw, slips his arm under my leg over his, raising it higher. “After I’m done fucking you, you’ll be wrecked for anyone else.”
My body jiggles from his thrusts, breathing out, “King.” I drop my head forward.
“Ah, you like that, huh? My good little Rebel loves a good pounding from me. Loves knowing she’s my property.”
He releases my leg, grabbing my jaw to turn it toward him to capture my mouth. Our kisses are messy, lips fumbling while our bodies wobble. We stop kissing so King can squeeze my breast.
With his mouth by my ear, he commands, “Play with your clit.”
And I do because everything about this feels right.
Our fucking has provoked the weed in our bodies to branch out and slither throughout our veins.
Straight ahead is the washroom door, and the light flickers on and off.
On and off. I don’t know who is hitting the switch, but my fingers on my clit keep the tempo with the light.
His hand disappears from my body. Then there’s a sting to my ass cheek as his hand smooths over it.
I moan, rubbing my clit harder, my eyes closing to the rhythm of him driving into me, wishing I could inhale our lust and lock it up inside me.
This way, I’ll be able to savor it for eternity.
Skin bleeding into skin. Breaths melding into one.
King’s hard body claims me. Tears trickle onto the bed.
His words shred the guard I’ve built up.
Weightless and floating. His name strikes the walls as I tumble into oblivion. His warmth coating my skin and my insides. We’re on the same plateau, drifting in a world clueless to what we’re feeling. King traps me in his arms and legs, and I surrender to him.
My head is woozy when I wake, sucking down a water bottle and stumbling into the washroom.
I walk out, holding onto the wall to find King stroking himself in a listless way.
His satiated body contented. Maybe it’s a habit of his.
He turns his head to look at me and I smile before limping out of the room.
“Where you going, Rebel?”
I giggle when I hear his pounding footsteps following behind me, out the back door, toward the hammock.
I love hammocks. They remind me of lazy hot summer days.
King has a luxury hammock. The base is wood, curving upwards to hold the ends of the large pillow hammock.
I gesture to him to lay down. He does, pulling me on top of him.
In a gruff whisper, he says, “I love your spring green eyes.”
“I do, too.”
“You love your eyes, too?”
I smack his chest and laugh. “No, I love your eyes. They’re…sedative.”
We’re staring at each other. King is like a Viking.
Strong. Harsh. And I’m beginning to appreciate those qualities.
I bend down to kiss him, while he has other plans.
With his hands on my hips, he holds me in place, dragging his cock through my wet swollen lips.
I raise my ass and lower onto his dick. This time, it slips in easily and we sigh, making us both laugh.
Looking down at a relaxed King is a beautiful sight.
A soft smile rests on his face as he gazes at me.
My body shudders from the cool night air… or maybe from King.
It starts slow. I raise up to the head of his cock, and when I lower, he thrusts upward.
His one hand lays on my hip while using his thumb with the other to fondle my clit.
My hands splay across his chiseled chest for stability.
I sit down, seating him deep inside me. Everything around us seems to fade other than the whistling of the wind and a dog barking in the far distance.
I tilt my head to the side, watching King watch me.
He raises his hand, lightly brushing the hair off my shoulder.
Then he slides his hand down to my collarbone, outlining it, to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and down my stomach, eyes landing on my pussy swallowing his cock.
I lift up and he slams upwards, focused on his cock disappearing and appearing inside my pussy.
Before I know it, I’m bouncing on him like a bull rider.
His eyes stroll over my body. As small as they are, my breasts bounce from the motion.
King brushes his thumbs over my nipples, causing them to pebble.
A faint sheen of sweat glistens my skin in the moonlight.
King bends his knees, digging his heels into the pillow hammock, and fucks me with a tight grip on my hips.
He’s reaching deep, shooting pain up into my stomach.
I’m nauseated, but I ride it out. His eyes close, focusing on his acceleration.
The pain weaves in and out of pleasure until pleasure is all that remains.
I’m crying because…actually, I don’t know why I’m crying. Maybe because I’m still stoned? Maybe it’s the moment?
My head falls back and I whimper, exploding onto his dick while he keeps hammering into me.
King’s hands tighten on my hips, his body stiffens, and then he fills me with his warmth.
I collapse onto him, heaving in air, while swallowing the leftover nausea.
He places a hand on my ass, another on my lower back, and we fall asleep.
The bright sun assaults my eyes, so I close them to prepare for another attack.
Using my arms, I press my chest upwards, squinting one eye open and then the other.
My heart races, except I don’t know why.
There’s grass. Trees. A gurgled snore comes from underneath me.
My eyes wander downward to find King. A bare-chested King.
My head turns in different directions to find a naked King and a naked me.
Closing my eyes, I pray nothing happened, but the evidence is clear between my thighs.
My head spins, nausea creeping up my throat.
I scream, attempting to scramble off the pillow hammock, tipping it to the side and falling out with King collapsing on top of me. We both let out a groan. I catch my bearings again, maneuvering out from under him.
King lets out a fuck and as I’m running naked toward the house, he yells, “You just kneed me in the balls.”
I open the door, shooting through the kitchen and almost run into Smokey. Another scream, and I’m covering my privates, charging up the stairs and slamming my door. Blood rushes to my ears and heart.
There’s no time. No time at all.
I gotta leave. My head feels as if it’s floating in the clouds—hazy and dreamlike. I don’t feel right. I throw on a pair of shorts and a shirt, slip into flip flops, almost tumbling down the stairs, latching onto the handrail. My wrist throbs from whatever happened last night.
Once I take the last step, King comes toward me, asking, “Where the hell are you going?”
Instead of answering, I sprint to the door, but his arm wraps around my waist, and he scoops me up.