She and King were crowded together whispering, but broke apart when I came in. King watched me. There was a softness to his eyes that hadn’t been there just minutes before. “Here.” I dropped the money on the table instead of handing it to her then left them to their plotting. I told myself it would all be over soon. I made my way to the room, closed my door then used my hands to stifle my screams.
King: Karma
Present
After a long drawn out conversation with Eden’s momma, I finally convinced her to go get the supplies she said she so desperately needed. Being around Ruth again made me remember why I avoided her and my father when they’d gotten married. She was a fucking leech, just like him. She drained you with her neediness, constant ploys for attention and deceit.
I loathed the type of mother she was. Jealous and covetous of her own child. I would never claim to be a better person than she was, I wasn’t. But the way she treated Eden, her own flesh and blood, was disgusting and Eden didn’t even know the worse of it.
In the last days of her marriage to my father, I heard her trying to trade her daughter to keep my father around. Now, she was trying to encourage me to make Eden go back to a man that she knew was physically hurting her simply because he paid her bills. She was beyond despicable to me.
I went in search of Eden. Walking through that house brought back so many memories. Honestly, nothing sentimental. They were mostly memories of me fucking Eden in every room, on every surface.
When I got to her room, the door was locked, which was exactly why I had brought a butter knife. My jaw tensed in aggravation as I pried it open. Eden knew how easily I could get in her room if I wanted, when I wanted. She had locked it to annoy me.
I found her soaking in the tub. She had bubbles up to her neck, her head resting against the back of the tub, her eyes closed. She looked so relaxed. Just looking at her stole the breath right out of my lungs.
The temptation that always manifested when she was around made my palms sweat. I wanted to touch her. I was supposed to hate her for betraying me, sometimes I did. But even when I hated Eden, I wanted her. In prison, I had thought about killing her many times. On the bad nights when I got rea angry and lonely, I imagined escaping just to do it. My mindset was that if I couldn’t have her, nobody else could, especially not him. But when I killed her, then what? I couldn’t live without her. She was woven into every fiber of my being.
For a while I just watched her. Gone was the big bushy hair from four years earlier. A sleek shoulder-length bob framed her face.
“Not now, King,” she said without opening her eyes.
I laughed dryly, all the while fuming inside. “You let him beat you?” Eden had betrayed me for him, just to end up being abused by him.
“Leave me alone, King.”
“Why? You don’t want to talk about your karma for what you did to me?”
She opened her eyes and laughed at me. “Of course, you think there’s some cosmic being exacting revenge for you. Is that what you’re saying, King? She paused, giving me time to answer. When I didn’t, she continued. “There’s no such thing as karma. There’s just life. Sometimes it’s fucked up and sometimes it isn’t.” She waved me off. “You really do think my existence revolves around you.”
“You used to think so too.”
She ran a wet hand over her face before turning to look at me. She cocked her head and studied me. “The keyword is ‘used’ as in past tense. We’re over. Everything there once was between us is now a pile of ashes.”
Her words wounded me, but I kept a poker face, refusing to show her that the verbal barbs she flung my way hit their mark. My thoughts immediately veered back to when for the first time she’d told me she loved me.
Our parents were out to dinner. So, we had a small window of time to be together alone. The words “We need to talk”, led to a heated conversation about telling our parents about us. She didn’t want to. It ended up with me squeezed between her thick thighs, trying to convince her. I hooked one of her legs over my arm as I pushed deep into her plush flesh. Luckily, I could talk and fuck at the same time. “We should just tell them. We’re both adults.” We had been spending time together and fucking every day for nearly six months. I didn’t know how much longer I could go without telling someone she was mine.
I pulled my cock out of her warm depths and spanked it across her wet, swollen pussy lips. She moaned, biting into her bottom lip. When I slipped back in, I wound my waist upward. She moaned and clawed at my back.
I was tired of sneaking around as if what we had was a dirty little secret. She didn’t seem to have a problem with keeping everything under wraps though. That bothered me. Usually, it wouldn’t matter, but she was changing me. I was changing for her and planned to change even more for her. I just needed her on the same page. I wanted to give her the world. I just needed her to give me control.
Her pussy clamped down on my dick, almost distracting me from my goal. I slowed down to a languid pace that I knew would piss her off. Eden liked it hard and fast.
Her eyes popped open; her plump lips curved into a pout. Now that I had her attention, I repeated myself. “We should tell them. I’m going to tell my dad, Eden.”
She frantically shook her head no but began undulating her hips, chasing her high. “Please don’t.” The more she resisted me, the more I wanted her to agree. I reached down, circled her engorged clit. She bucked upward in response.
“Why not, Eden? If we tell them, we can do this anytime we want without sneaking around.”
“Because,” she whimpered.
Her walls squeezed my cock. I knew she was close, and I knew how to get her there. She’d be more agreeable then.
I traced my finger up her torso, past her breasts. I gripped her throat, flexing my fingers as I closed them around her neck. Her legs shook. She moaned real pretty-like and dropped her head back, giving me better access. I squeezed hard, hard enough that it forced her to gasp and breathe through her nose. I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her pussy clamped down tight around my cock, milking me. I could have cum right then, but I wouldn’t. I wanted to feel her for just a while longer. My body needed her. I lifted her leg higher. I stroked up, digging deeper. I found her spot and plucked at it until she sang. I squeezed her neck tighter. Her hands fell to her sides.
A maelstrom of emotions played on her pretty face as she came, leaking all over me. Her body convulsed and vibrated. I kept squeezing her neck and not once did she reach out and try to stop me. The fact that she trusted me enough to put her life in my hands made me want to beat my chest like a fucking gorilla.
Though we were caught up in the moment we both heard my father’s car pull up out front. Eden was the first to react, even though her body was still trembling. Her glassy eyes darted to the door. “Stop. They’re here.” She was barely able to wheeze the words out past the grip I maintained on her neck, but I understood her, and she understood that my hold on her was no longer sexual, it was purely for restraint. She tried to move my hand.
I kept pumping in and out. Her beautiful breasts bounced and jiggled as I did. I was at a point where I didn’t care if we got caught. I wanted her in my bed, next to me all the time.
“If they walk in right now, we won’t have to tell them. I said.