11. Chapter 11
Omniscient
"I want you to suck me until I can’t think straight."
She smirked, shifting lower on his body until her face was level with his manhood. She didn’t touch him yet. Instead, she leaned in while her breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of his shaft. He shuddered, and his hips lifted in anticipation.
She grabbed an ice cube and pressed it against his base. He gasped. "Oh, fuck—" he hissed.
With one hand gripping the base of his shaft, she used the ice cube to trace slow circles around the throbbing head, making him squirm. "Is this too much for you to take?" Adanna teased.
"No—no," he panted. His eyes rolled back, and the waves of pleasure crashed over him. "Just—fuck, just keep going."
She grinned, tossing the ice cube aside before leaning in and taking him into her mouth.
The heat of her tongue wrapped around his dick made him groan.
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked him deeper.
Her lips stretched around his girth before her tongue swirled around the underside of his shaft.
She pulled back, only to take him deeper again.
"Shit—" he moaned. She didn’t stop. Instead, she increased the pace, and her mouth moved in sync with her hand. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, making his breath hitch.
"You like that shit, don’t you?" Adanna murmured, her voice a low, heavy vibration right against the head of his dick.
Dame could only manage a deep groan from the back of his throat. His fingers tangled in her hair before she hollowed her cheeks, taking him all the way down until he hit the back of her throat.
She held him right there for an agonizingly slow second, letting him feel every drop of her throat before she pulled back. He popped free, gasping for air. Adanna dragged her tongue, collecting the slick shine on his rod.
She watched his brain shut off. His eyelids were heavy, his pupils blown wide, but his ears were open, hanging onto every single word falling out her mouth.
"Look at you," she whispered against his sensitive skin. "Look at my King..."
Her warm hand glided over his length while her thumb swiped across the tip.
Every time her palm grazed him, Dame let out these raspy, uncontrollable grunts that had her own clit throbbing.
She was trying so hard not to lose her own composure—hearing this man be this vocal under her touch was turning her on to the point of no return.
"You was so damn brave today, Dame," she murmured. "Standing tall up in that room... keeping your eyes locked on the target... you handled your business like a real man. Like a true King. I watched you back there, baby. You did what needed to be done."
Dame’s chest heaved, and a raw exhale escaped his lips.
Adanna leaned up, hovering over him. Her full lips were slick as she pressed her forehead straight against his.
"Hearing you pull that trigger did something to me," she whispered. "Seeing you stand your ground and take what’s yours turned me on so mothafucking bad. I wanted to jump your bones and let you have your way with me."
She ran her nails slow down his sternum, leaving faint red trails across his chest.
"But I wanted to wait. I wanted to bring you home, clear your mind, and give myself to you. You fought for us today, baby. You protected what's ours. I couldn’t be more proud of my man.”
She took him back into her mouth, swallowing him whole. Dame didn’t know what was worse, her talking to him or the way she was trying to take his soul.
"Please," he begged. "I’m not gonna last much longer.”
She smirked when she stood up. "Not yet," she purred, shifting her weight so that her pussy was pressed against his thigh. The heat of her arousal was intoxicating, and he could feel how wet she was. She rocked her hips, grinding against him, making him groan.
“You calmed down?”
He nodded, trying not to lie out loud.
Then, she took him back into her mouth, this time with even more intensity.
She bobbed her head faster, working overtime, sucking him with deep strokes.
Her free hand slid between her own thighs.
Her fingers found her clit as she pleased herself while she was pleasing him at the same time.
The sight of her, so lost in her own need, sent him spiraling closer to the edge.
"Fuck, baby, I’m about to buss," he gasped. "I’m about to buss all in that mouth."
She sucked him faster, and her fingers worked her clit faster. Her moans vibrated around him, sending another wave of pleasure.
"Cum for me," she commanded.
A low groan tore straight from the bottom of his chest and his body finally snapped. His hips bucked up off the mattress, and his dick pulsed as he painted the back of her throat. Adanna clamped down and swallowed until she took all he had to offer.
When she finally let him pop free, her full lips were swollen and dripping. Her warm palm slid down his shaft, milking the absolute last of his release from his tip.
A dark, wicked smirk was spreading across her face.
"I want all of it," she whispered.
She dragged two fingers over his stomach, gathering more of his release before sliding them into her mouth.
"Pure pressure, baby," she purred, licking her lips. "You taste like everything I needed tonight."
He sat there spellbound, tracking every single move she made.
She swept her fingers through the warm slick on his skin, painting it over her swollen lips like a glossy lacquer.
Then, she leaned over him, bringing her slick fingers to his mouth.
Hypnotized, he parted his lips without hesitation.
He let her slide her fingers past his lips, feeding him his own heat.
The taste was heavy, rich, and intensely personal.
A reverent groan vibrated from the back of his throat as he sucked her fingers clean.
His body stirred back to life from her touch.
She pressed him on his back as she climbed on top of him.
Adanna slid up his body until her pussy was hovering over his face.
"Lick me clean, baby," she whispered.
Dame’s big hands slammed onto her thighs, and dragged her down until she was pressed against his mouth.
A muffled groan burst against her skin as his tongue lashed out, tasting her essence.
She was wet, sweet, and overflowing, and he devoured her like a starving man.
His tongue worked in deep, hungry strokes, lapping her repeatedly.
He dragged his tongue over her clit, flicking over the sensitive bud until her hips bucked.
He was so mesmerized by her, hopelessly caught in the orbit of her.
Whatever remaining wall he had put up inside his mind collapsed.
Dame consumed her with a ravenous hunger, hypnotized by every breath and movement she made.
He lost himself in her, holding onto her full hips so she wouldn’t move.
He tasted her with deep devotion, trying to carve out a permanent place inside her body.
Every gasp that escaped her lips sent a shudder through his dick, fueling an intoxicating fever that made him want to strip away everything.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned. Her hips rolled against his face as he fucked her with his tongue. "Right there, baby. Don’t stop."
He obeyed, pulling her closer. His member twitched at the sounds she made, and the way she fucked his face to chased her own pleasure.
She shattered with a loud cry that echoed off the high ceiling. Her body locked up as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her heat pulsed wildly against his mouth, and Dame just buried his face deeper into her while his tongue worked nonstop.
"Look at my King," she murmured as her fingers tangled into his hair, tilting his head back. He groaned, kissing her body as she slid back down.
She sank down onto him, matching his heated stare.
He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs as she took him deeper. He could feel every inch of her as she rode him. Her thighs were trembling with effort.
"Fuck, Adanna," he choked out. His hands dug into her hips as his lower back lifted off the bed to drive himself up into her center. "Shit is so motherfucking tight."
Adanna braced her palms against his chest, and her nails bit into his skin as she picked up the pace. She slammed herself down on him with a vicious rhythm.
"You love being buried in this pussy?" she taunted.
Dame growled back as his rod throbbed inside her walls. She was bouncing on him, and her heavy tits swung wildly over his face. Her center clamped down like a vise every time she hit his base.
"Stop playing with me and give me that shit," he rasped out as he gripped her thighs to control her speed. "Drive it down, Adanna. Fuck me."
She obliged, snapping down so hard, it rattled his whole frame. The slap of skin hitting skin echoed through the room, drowned out only by their heavy breathing and the breathless curses slipping past her lips as she rode him.
Adanna’s head snapped back as his big palm wrapped around her throat.
His fingers bit deep into her neck. Blissful waves of shock raced to her core.
Dame didn't say a word at first. He just squeezed, mirroring her heated stare. His other hand flew up, catching her across the cheek with a quick, sharp slap.
Adanna’s breath hitched when her head turned from the impact. Her pussy clamped down around his dick. She loved this shit. She thrived in danger, and Dame knew how to speak her language.
He yanked her down by the throat until her ear was pressed against his mouth. His hips snapped up, burying himself so deep that white-hot stars exploded behind her eyes.
"You like when I treat you like a little weapon, don't you?" Dame growled. His raspy voice dropped into a dark, heavy venom right against her earlobe. "You up here slick-talking, making me eat my own nut... I ain't never had a bitch play with my cum like a psycho. You crazy as hell, but you mine."
He snapped his hips up with a punishing, heavy jerk.
"You think you the only cold-blooded mothafucka in this room?" he rasped. "You wanna body niggas for me and talk about keeping your King safe? Then you better take every single inch of this dick like the good, crazy bitch you are. Open that mouth and tell me you like being fucked."
She admitted, “I love being fucked.”
“Talk about it.”
“I love this shit, Dame.”
“Mhmm.” He slammed his hips up again, hard enough to lift her whole body off him for a second before yanking her back down.
"You want to catch bodies for me?" Dame rasped. "You wanna step over dead men and talk about keeping your King safe? Then you better be ready to take this mothafuckin’ damage, Adanna. You ain't the only demon in this house. You mine, bitch. Every cold, crazy, bloody inch of you is mine."
He slammed his hips up into her with a raw, savage force. He drove himself so deep into her, he felt her whole body spasm. His free hand slapped down against her ass, and a sting echoed off the high ceiling.
Adanna let out a high, shuddering, broken moan that sounded like agony and satisfaction all at once. Her hands clawed violently at his shoulders. Her manicured nails dug deeper into his skin, nearly drawing blood as her entire body went into shock.
She was drowning in the feeling of being possessed by a man who could match her point for point.
"Fuck..." she choked out against his mouth. "Fuck me then, Dame! Take it!"
Dame smirked as he gripped her throat harder. Then, he flipped her onto her back, and drove her into the mattress.
Dame yanked himself out of her, shifted his weight, and pressed his head against her lips, forcing his way into her mouth.
Adanna opened wide as her tongue wrapped around him, sucking the taste of her own wetness off his skin while he took a second to breathe.
His chest was heaving and he needed a second before he gave it away too early.
Once he saw she was enjoying herself too much, he ripped himself from her.
He pulled back, grabbed her by her ankles, and threw her thick legs over his shoulders. He slammed back into her, driving so deep into her walls that the headboard smashed against the drywall.
"Open your fucking mouth," he growled.
Adanna parted her lips, but her eyes were rolling back in her head. He leaned down while still pounding into her core. A slick trail of saliva from his tongue fell into her mouth. She drank it down. Her pussy clenched around him in uncontrollable waves.
"Yeah... swallow that shit," Dame rasped, his voice breaking as his whole body went stiff. "Swallow all of it."
Adanna let out a high, broken scream as she experienced a bone-shattering orgasm that had her thighs shaking against his shoulders. He locked his mouth onto hers in a deep, bruising kiss.
They lay tangled in the sheets, consumed by each other.
His big hands traced the fresh, angry red nail marks she’d clawed into his chest, while her fingers traced the jagged, fading scars carved into her skin.
They were two souls locked in their own world, breathing in each other's air while the quiet house finally fell silent.