54
ERICA
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The distant roll of thunder recedes into the background as King holds me crushed against his chest. His mouth finds my neck first, then my lips, and I never expected him to come back.
Once again, I'm making out with King. Goosebumps flood across the texture of my skin. My pussy is soaked with desire. His hands move all over my back and onto my face, his thumb caressing across my lips.
“King…” I whisper again, unable to finish the sentence I've been trying to form for the longest while now.
To tell him that he shouldn't do this. He shouldn't sin. Even though it wouldn't be a sin. Since I can't speak properly, my mouth locked with his, I gently push my hands against his chest, but he pushes in more and they weakly give as he kisses me harder and hungrier.
“Eri…ca,” he states between breaths.
All I can do is answer him with a moan, and he responds with one of his own as well.
We’re kissing, lost in it, until he begins to shift, moving his weight over me.
Instinctively, I roll onto my back to welcome him.
My legs part, the only barrier between us being my thin panties.
Other than that I’m in a loose shirt that I want off.
Oh my God.
The sensation of his hard dick, straining against the fabric of his clothes and pressing firmly against my lips through my underwear, makes me want to scream. He presses his erection into me, and the sheer, solid pressure of it hurts.
My clitoris throbs, wanting me to take off my panties and to pull his clothes off so he can be inside me.
“King,” my voice breaks in a pathetic whimper. My neck arches and my body rolls in a desperate wave beneath him, unable to contain the sheer electric energy of my horniness.
“Mmm,” he answers, kissing me, the wonderful kisser that he is.
His mouth and tongue travel to the left side of my neck, sending the radiation of pleasure up to my ears and over my chest and throughout my entire body. It's crazy.
You ever see those anatomical diagrams that show the nervous system in isolation, a complex web branching out to every fingertip and extremity? That is exactly how I feel right now.
Every time he kisses my neck or brushes against me, I feel a "zap" racing down those long nerves, sparking all the way to the tips. I can actually map my entire body through the ripple effect of his touch as it travels down those silver cords.
It's crazy.
He whimpers and moans against my skin, sucking firmly against my neck before lifting up to graze the front of my throat.
When he moves to my right side, he pulls the skin with a sharp, stinging pressure, sucking and biting lightly before swirling his tongue over the spot.
It feels like he’s marking me, leaving a hickey in the dark.
All the while, I can feel his dick throbbing rhythmically against me.
I wish he would take off the clothes, but he's not going to have sex with me.
Or maybe I don't know, but…
Oh God…
“King,” I cry out again. My nipples are hard to the point of pain.
“Yes baby,” he whispers back into my neck, and oh fucking hell, oh my fuck…
Oh my fuck…
What the fuck… !
What is he doing to me?
Holy shit, did he just call me baby?
Oh my fucking fuck.
“I want you so bad… but… y-you shouldn't be doing this,” I finally manage to get out in a pitiful attempt.
He doesn’t answer right away.
“Okay. I should stop,” he whispers, the words muffled as he continues to trail kisses along my neck before his lips find mine again.
“I should really… stop,” he says, though his actions betray him as he keeps kissing me.
His hand fumbles between our bodies, working to shove his shorts down and peel my panties away.
Planting my feet on the mattress, I lift myself just a tiny bit so he can easily pull my panties past my hips.
“I should… I…” he breathes out as I feel the warmth of something approaching my entrance.
The tip of his cock.
It feels so hard and soft at the same time.
“Erica… please stop me,” he whispers, his voice cracking as if he’s on the verge of tears. “You feel so good… please stop me. I can’t… I can't stop,” he whimpers. He nudges the head of his penis against me and begins to push.
He doesn’t submerge himself yet. He just dick-kisses the entrance with a shallow, agonizing back-and-forth motion.
My vagina is so wet, but if he gives a little bit more pressure, he'll go right in. The way is slick for him so that it will be easy for him to slide in.
Just feeling the tip of his dick, I can feel how thick he is. I've already seen how big he is. I can't wait to have that inside me, but is he really going to do this?
“King… God… remember God. You said… you don't… want to sin. You don't want to do this. You're going to regret it,” I say, wanting to kick myself.
He continues kissing the door to my wet vagina over and over again before the mushroom head goes in all the way.
Instantly I feel the stretch, and he only has the tip in.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his voice ragged. “Then stop me. Please.”
“You ha—have to stop,” I manage to say, but my hands push against him so weakly it’s more of a caress. I don't want him to stop.
“Stop me,” he whispers his plea, kissing me again before sucking my neck once more, forming another hickey next to the other one that he did.
Pushing him a little harder, he pushes his chest more into me, resisting against my push.
“You're not… trying hard enough,” he breathes into my neck as he pushes in his penis a little bit more.
“Oh my God, I can't,” I whimper. My entire body is vibrating with a desperate, shaking desire, wanting the rest of him inside me so fucking bad.
“Stop me, Erica. Please ,” he says again, barely catching his breath. His words become muffled and lost in my neck along with his willpower.
“I can't .”
“You have to,” he whispers back, his voice softening into a plea.
I buck my hips against him, and he slides deeper than before, drawing back only to thrust again. It’s too much. How can he ask me to do the impossible?
“Stop… stop me… stop me,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low decibel as if he’s trying to convince himself to listen to his own command.
“You’re going to feel guilty,” I remind him, though it feels like I'm kicking myself. “Your faith.”
“S-Stop me,” he repeats with barely enough breath. He pushes deeper, pulling out only to drive home again.
Deeper.
“Stop me,” he repeats more weakly, but this time he holds the thrust, pushing in until he is completely buried inside me. He stretches me until it hurts. “Stop me, stop me… oh… God forgive me,” he breathes, pressing as far as my canal will allow his big dick to go.
My pussy stretches hard, then he draws back and slams home again, hitting my cervix with a blunt, heavy stab.
It hurts, but the weight of him on top of me makes it feel incredible.
My hands tangle in his soft and pretty white hair as he reaches up, interlacing his fingers at the crown of my head to use me for leverage, pulling himself into me over and over.
King pants hard as he fucks me, the sound raw and full of fire and want. His thick, long dick feels like it's tearing me open, and I get even wetter from it.
King picks up speed, his stroke becoming a very interesting cadence of thrusting downward and then up inside me, hitting that G-spot perfectly. It's only been two minutes of him fucking me, and my orgasm starts roaring to the surface like a dam that's been broken spontaneously.
My body quivers with ecstasy as I emit a high-pitched, loud moan.
“So beautiful,” he whispers into my mouth as he kisses me, muffling my noise for a second.
He grunts as he slides his tongue across my lips while I come, making my orgasm hurt and feel good with how strong it is. But he keeps going, his dick becoming harder. That pain against my cervix draws another orgasm quick, and he keeps touching that exact inner spot, knowing what he's doing.
Every stroke that King gives me, every move that he makes, every erogenous zone that he touches on my body, it's like he can read my mind and what I want. He doesn't need to say anything because King feels like he is my pussy whisperer.
The cadence of his breathing meshes in with his panting of desire, telling me that he's coming close too. But he goes quick and then slows down his thrusts, his penis feeling even harder than it did before, like he's trying to hold himself off from coming.
Maybe he doesn't want to come inside me.
“Erica,” he whispers against my lips.
“King, please,” I whimper in a mewling noise.
King releases his grip from the top of my head, removing his shirt, and then planks himself, bracketing me in between his hands.
His upper body pushes off of me as he then starts pounding into me fast. His white hair is wet with sweat, and his whole body feels sweaty as well.
Damn, his abs go crazy. His muscles. Oh my God.
The sound of him moaning his pleasure as he does drives me absolutely insane. My legs wrap tightly around him as I fuck him back.
“Fuck me hard!!! Fuck me hard please!!!” I practically bawl, prompting King to release a sound of utter helplessness. His eyes focus on me, looking almost glazed and entranced as his hair sticks to his face.
Some of it hangs freely, somehow lit by the stray light that made it through the window from whatever streetlights are outside.
I hold on to his biceps. Each of my hands roams up and down his long arms, held taut and straight as he supports his upper body while his hips slam into mine.
I also feel his balls slapping against me underneath.
My eyes are drawn to the little tattoo on above his left breast that I can barely make out in the dark.
With him moving and it being shadowed, it only looks like some circular object.
King catches me off guard, shattering my focus as he shifts his weight.
Supporting his entire upper body with just his right arm, a feat of strength that’s honestly really damn impressive, he uses his left to hook my right thigh.
He hitches my leg high, pinning it near my shoulder and resting it firmly against his own.
He edges closer, sinking back onto his knees without ever losing his place inside me. His hands find my hips, anchoring me as he pulls me flush against him. With my leg hooked over his shoulder, the angle changes, making him feel even deeper, if that’s even possible.
He's already so big it hurts, and I scream out, not knowing what else to do.
I claw at his chest, put my hands through my hair, pulling at my dreads, then dig my nails into his chest again.
King bites his bottom lip as he continues fucking me hard.
I come without any warning. My scream grows even louder than it's been only seconds ago, and then he continues fucking me like this, causing me to come again, then again, then again until I've already come six times along with little mini orgasms and flutters that keep me in a perpetual state of torture and pleasure all at the same time.
King looks at me and never takes his eyes off me.
I offer him a smile, realizing I’m still wearing my shirt.
I slowly pull the fabric up, baring my breasts as they jar with the force of every impact.
His eyes lock onto them instantly, then roll back as he bites his lower lip.
He tilts his head back, eyes squeezed shut, while his hips continue their relentless drive.
Then, I feel that rhythmic, bucking surge of his cock as he finally spills inside of me.
“Yes! Come for me!” I breathe out as King shudders through his nose, before his grunts turn into him moaning through his clenched teeth, and until that finally erupts into a raw bellow of pleasure and relief.
King takes heaving breaths, still sitting back on his knees with my right leg on his shoulder as his head remains tipped back. I smile, seeing his Adam's apple bobbing as both of his hands remain firmly planted on my womb, his cock still punching the inside of my walls.
Eventually, he draws in a massive breath and lets it out in a long, shaky exhale, finally catching his wind.
I move my leg off his shoulder. King is still sitting back on his knees, his dick still inside me, still hard.
He's probably going to feel horrible now and crawl off of me.
But he just stares blankly at my belly button, his mouth slack as he breathes.
His eyes close with agonizing slowness before fluttering open again, half-lidded, looking as though years of pent-up tension have just been drained out of him.
Looks like that felt extremely good. Bro looks like there isn't a single coherent thought left in his head. Then he exhales again, his head dropping forward until his chin rests against his chest.
Oh no.
Now he feels it.
That post-nut clarity that he's fucked up.
I knew this was going to happen, but somehow it doesn't make it hurt any less.