Chapter 13
King
God, her hands are fucking magic.
The guilt still pokes at me as they rest on the sides of my face, and I vow to make things right, no matter what it takes. I want to tell her I’ll take care of her forever, and that includes whatever bills she thinks she needs to pay, but the way she talked about her work, I get it. She’s always relied on herself, and I sense that she needs that to feel secure.
And I’m all about her security.
Still, I’m going to make sure she has everything she wants from now on.
Her fingers trickle down the column of my neck as I focus on those fucking lips, fixing my hands on her ass and digging in. When her palms flatten over my heart, wedding bells begin to ring inside my head.
“Your energy is softer today,” she mouths in that warm whisper that has my balls and dick throbbing for her.
“There’s a part of me that will never be soft again, now that you’re in my life, baby.”
Her liquid warmth seeps into my sweats. I thought of dressing up or changing things up today, but she picked out my clothes at the store yesterday, so she’s got an appreciation for my gray sweats. Anyway, they’re comfortable as hell, and give my dick room to do his thing.
“King.” She lowers her forehead to mine and I feel her conflicting emotions.
“Baby, leave all that professional ethics shit behind. You’re the one who is all about emotions, about feeling them and letting them out. But you won’t even do that for yourself.”
I harden my grip on her soft ass. I know what she needs.
Slipping my hands up, I pinch the hem of her t-shirt before she even knows what’s happening, and strip it up and off her head, her curly hair flying around her face as I toss it across the room, burying my face into her cleavage.
“Wait—”
There’s no wait in me. I’ve got my fingers working the back clasp of her bra, flicking the little eye hooks like a maestro. Her bra falls from the lush weight of her tits before she can get another word out, and I grin as I strip the straps off her arms. “You try to control everything. Keep it all in order so you can feel safe.”
I buck my hips as my mouth clamps down on a taut nipple, licking the tight flesh as she hisses on a breath.
“Yes. I have to. You can only count on yourself.”
“Not true anymore. You can count on me baby.”
I lock my eyes on hers, rolling her nipples between my fingers, making her cry out. A chink of her armor falls away, and I see a little girl’s hope spring into her eyes. And I know with sudden clarity, there’s no way I’m making it out of here today without getting my dick inside her.
The ache below my waist nearly doubles me over as a streak of sunlight cuts across her bare flesh, highlighting her perfection. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but for once I think maybe God is on my side.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“All you need to do is keep your eyes on me,” I tell her.
Her breathing is shallow and fast as I cup her cheeks, fingers strapped around the back of her head.
“You got that? Your only job is to keep your eyes on me and do as I say.”
She nods. “Yes. Please.”
Her words are choked, like I’ve touched her in a painful spot as she arches her back, her tits jiggling in front of my lips.
The relief in her eyes makes me feel like I could conquer the world. How it is I’ve only known her for two days—three, if you count fighting for her in the restaurant—I have no idea, because I feel soul-connected to this girl in a way I didn’t know was possible.
She tucks her chin to her collar bone as an idea comes fully formed in my mind. “I brought you a gift.”
She answers with a blink as I lean in and claim her mouth. Our tongues seek each other out as I wrap my arms around her waist, tugging her against me, leaving no room in between.
In a flash, I’m on my feet as she yelps into our kiss. Spinning, I lower her back down onto the sofa, easing back and admiring the woman I know someday very soon will be my wife.
I want at that little sweet juicy peach between her legs.
“Stay,” I order, tapping her nose with my index finger.
“But—”
“I said stay. I’ve got you, baby, just let everything go.” I pat her head, then turn toward the door, stripping my t-shirt off as I go, ready to get down and dirty.
I drop it on the back of the sofa that sent me flying a few minutes ago, jogging the next few steps to grab my stick, and spin, heading back to my girl who is watching me, wide-eyed.
“This is my game stick from the last, most important goal I’ve ever scored. I’ve never given one of my sticks away to anyone except my mom and dad.”
Her eyelids flutter as she looks from the stick, back to me, and it’s hard to fucking breathe with her sitting there, her bare tits taunting me. “That’s too much. It’s so personal.”
She’s trying to control shit again, and I realize more than a moment ago how much she needs what’s about to happen.
“You, my little firecracker, need some reprogramming. You can’t seem to grasp the idea of giving up control. So, baby, I’m going to help you.”
Her eyes flash as I pull a roll of canvas tape from my pocket. I didn’t plan this, but fate was watching out for me.
I left it there when I wrapped the handles of my new sticks early this morning, when I couldn’t sleep.
My pulse races as I fight off the urge to just lay her on the floor and pump into her. But this is better.
“First, lose the pants. And the panties.” I don’t wait for her to protest or start with the questions. “Right now. Off.”
Her eyes are wide, staring at me with anticipation as she tucks her hair behind her ears. Then she lifts her hips, peels the stretchy fabric of her pants down, and pulls her panties off next. Then she bends over to free them both from her little feet. Her tits dangle down, swaying and bouncing with her movement, and I imagine lying on the floor one day with her over me, feeding me her warm, sweet milk.
When she sits back up, her eyes are back on mine, and I give her a nod of approval as I take in this perfect angel.
My cock and balls are as hard as they’ve ever been as sweat gathers on my forehead. She watches with eyes full of heat as I arrange the stick on the back of the sofa, holding the roll of tape between my teeth and making easy work of getting rid of the rest of my clothes. I kick them aside as she gets the first real look at my dick.
There’s shock and horror, and I hope a bit of happiness, marching across her features as I bring my knees onto the sofa cushions on either side of her.
“You, my sweet firecracker, are going to be my first as well.”
“Really?”
I grit out a low chuckle as I lift her arm with one hand, positioning her wrist on the back of the sofa toward one end of the hockey stick. I reach over to do the same with the other, as I answer, “I’ve never eaten pussy before.”
She lets out a disapproving gasp, and I’m sure she’s about to give me shit. And I’d agree with her, except she’s got the wrong idea.
“It’s not that I have any problem with my mouth on that pink, delicious body part. But, to me, that’s the most intimate act. I never felt anything special enough that I wanted to give that. I guess, in a way, that was selfish, but unconsciously I was saving it. For someone. For you, baby.”
I work the roll of tape in my hands, looking down to see her eyes flick from mine to my dick, which is bobbing up and down in front of her face.
“I’ve never put a cock in my mouth, either,” she whispers on a shaky breath. “Never touched one.”
There’s a ripping sound as I tear off a strip of tape, her eyes still pinned to mine as she licks her lips, then sticks out her tongue in offering, and I’m fucking in love.
I shift forward, putting my cock within sucking distance, and she hesitates, staring at it like she’s Midas and it’s a golden flower. She wants it, but something is holding her back.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, gripping my shaft and dangling the prize in her face.
She licks her lips, swallowing as her eyes grow large and bright, then she looks down meekly. “I might… I have the world’s worst gag reflex. I don’t want to embarrass myself and disappoint you.”
I take hold of her chin, turning her face up again. “Firecracker, you could never be anything but perfect.” I push my hips forward, trailing the head of my cock over her lips, and she opens. “Your mouth is magic, I already know.”
With one touch, the rest of the world falls away. There’s no suspension, no vow, no team that matters more than what’s happening right here and now.
“That’s my good girl,” I say as she spreads her lips around my head, letting it slide into the waiting warmth.
I choke on my emotions as she coughs and it goes deeper, but I hold her eyes.
“Relax, baby. That’s it. Slow and easy.” I moan, as her mouth takes control of my senses. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking natural.”
Her mouth is stretched too wide to smile, but I see the relief and pride in her eyes. She mumbles and moans, and doesn’t complain as I thrust forward a little, seeing the moisture spring to her eyes as I push deeper.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking all of that fat cock.”
Her mouth looks obscene taking the first of ten thick inches, her eyes lust-fogged as I spiral the tape around her wrist and the hockey stick, the warmth of her mouth engulfing the head in one suck.
“Holy fuck.” I roar at the ceiling, breaking our eye contact for a second, because the combination of her looking up at me and sucking my cock is enough to make me blow.
She’s taking the first few meaty inches like a champ as I gather my wits and finish my task, rocking my hips forward and back, giving her a little more with each motion. Her tits move as she leans in, gobbling me up like a champ.
I move the stick into position across her shoulders, wrists secured to the wood with white tape, leaving her hands useless.
“I’m going to play with you like a fucking toy, you know that, don’t you?”
She nods the best she can with her mouth full of my meaty motherfucker. Her luscious lips and slick tongue go to town, but it’s her moans of pleasure that have me ready to nut in her mouth after ten seconds.
“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.”
I feed her softness more and more of me, until my need for release bombards me from all sides.
“You feel so fucking good,” I say roughly, rocking forward and back as the haze of lust clouds my vision. “You know this pussy is mine now, right?”
She wiggles herself onto me, taking more on her own, making me feel like a fucking king.
“Yours,” she says as I give her everything, bumping into the limits of her body as her mouth turns to an O, her eyes fixed on mine.
I pull back, marveling at how she fits me so tightly, so perfectly, over and over. The muscles in my back spasm as her beautiful heat sheathes me down to the root.
“I may never let you out of this bed, you feel so fucking good.”
With her hands free, she slides her fingers up and down my chest, over my shoulders, exploring me while I devour her. Her nipples rasp on my chest as her lower body rolls and moves with me, finding our rhythm.
She’s taking me harder and faster now, with a look of gratitude that’s about to kill me.
“This pussy is going to get a gift. You like presents, baby?”
I pull back, the head of my dick almost sliding out of her as she gasps, back arching. I thrust home, upping the effort as she whines, lowering my pelvis to make solid contact with her clit and sliding a hand between us, spreading her outer lips, making sure she’s getting the friction and pressure she needs.
My willpower has snapped. I’m all in with this girl. As she grinds her hips upward, I move my hand from between our slick bodies to the small of her back, holding her at the perfect angle for her pleasure.
I study her face, smell her arousal, revel in her slick, tight warmth. I don’t know what is the best part of this.
A shudder passes through me as I kick it up a notch, her tits swaying under my chest, her legs spreading wider, accepting more of me. All of me.
I grunt. “Feel me inside you.”
“I do. Everywhere. It’s feeling better. And better.” She presses her head into the mattress. “I want more. Is there more?”
Are you kidding me? If this angel wasn’t perfect before, she’s just taken my heart and locked it down. “There’s fucking more, baby. Here you go.”
Watching her face as I lose all my control has me at the edge of reason.
I lock my elbows, taking a look down where her body is accepting what will become her everyday wake-up call, and see the evidence of what she’s given me: the priceless gift of being the first to breach her innocence. My groan of appreciation, of wonder and need, shakes the walls as her muscles lock up and her head thrashes side to side.
“Right there!” she screams, her nails scoring the flesh of my neck. “More, there, right there!”
This time, my little control freak will get what she wants. I rub on her clit, thrusting through her orgasm as her body constricts around me, milking me until I can’t see straight.
I take her face in my hand, gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes to find mine. “Look at me when I give you your gift.”
She nods, eyes wide in terror and desire, need and bliss.
And then I fuck her into tomorrow. Through today and into forever. I turn into a primal animal. Snapping my fucking teeth, holding her face in my grip.
Her orgasm tightens and my heart pounds against my ribs, riding her right through the end, until my control slips from my fingers.
“Take it, baby. It’s all yours.”
The first spurt heaves out of my balls as glitter dances in her glazed eyes. It’s the first time I’ve been inside a woman without protection, and in our lusty haste, neither one of us did anything to stop me from making her womb mine.
Relentless pulses of heat cover me, and even if she asked me to pull out right now, there’s no way.
A warm gush of her renewed pleasure tells me this is my new home. My sole purpose in life is to make her come, to root myself inside her so she will never get away.
I push myself as far as her body will accept as I nut inside her, spurt after spurt coating her insides as her cunt clamps down. Her eyes roll back as I slide in out of our of sloppy mess, the stalk of my cock covered in our mixed fluids. As the last of my orgasm shudders through me, I think my soul leaves my body, connecting to hers as she moans and bucks under me.
“That’s my girl. Open those legs and take it all, baby.”
Another orgasm takes her by surprise, her eyes snapping wide, a flash of fear on her face as the strength of her climax takes over. Her body twists and jerks with multiple convulsions as the pleasure rockets through her, taking her voice, and for a moment her consciousness.
“Come back, baby. You don”t get to leave me. Not ever.”
Our orgasms ebb, and the blinding thought of how much I need her already barrels its fist into my belly.
She’s done something to me.
There’s no going back.
What just happened was the flash in the pan. The ignition that couldn’t be stopped.
Now, it’s my job to secure her into my life.
To show her I can be the man she needs.
Because, I’m never letting her go.
I’ve broken one vow, but made another, and I have no regrets.