He laughed.
“I want my pound of flesh. I want you to regret lying to me. To regret meeting me as much as I regret meeting you.”
I almost laughed at his reply. If that was his goal, he had already achieved it … I kept that part to myself.
“Since you have nothing further to say, and we’ve come to an agreement, stroke me, the way I like it. How I taught you.” Instead of letting go and letting me do it he guided my hand, making me manipulate his hard flesh for a moment. When he let go instinct took over, and I gripped him firmly. I stroked him, fast, from base to tip, trying my best to milk him. The sounds he made caused my nipples to tighten. My skin burned and my pussy ached.
He knew I was trying to make him cum fast. Knocking my hand away he hissed, “You won’t get out of this that easily. On your knees, Eden and remember, if you yell, our secret gets out.”
His weight lifted.
I told myself that I was doing what he said because of his threat, but deep down I wanted what I knew would come next. Thick slickness wetting my thigh was evidence of that.
I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, burying my head in the pillow. I gripped the headboard. Anticipation had me breathing heavy.
“Arch your back and keep it arched,” he ordered.
He didn’t give me time to follow directions before he took control.
King splayed his big hand right above my ass and pushed me down. My back dipped; legs spread. He pushed his hips forward. The head of his dick teased my clit. He ran it up, then down my slit, then I felt it pressing at my entrance. “Pussy too tight,” he groaned. “Can’t fuck you how I planned just yet.”
His breathing was ragged as he slid in excruciatingly slow, stretching me, letting me adjust, then stretching me more. He was giving my pussy more consideration now than he did when I’d given him my virginity. Then again, he was just probably trying his best not to cum too quickly.
He took his time. When he was fully inside of me, he grabbed my arms pulling them behind me. My back bowed in the middle. My ass rose even higher. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning. I didn’t want him to know how much I liked what he was doing to me.
I couldn’t help but like it. My body knew whom it belonged to and I hated that.
“Fuck me back, Eden.”
I undulated my hips, dancing into his dick.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Four years, I been dreaming of doing this again, every night.”
He gave me a few, long, deep punctuated strokes that made me think he really had missed me. Hell, the way he stroked me made me think I had missed him. When he found my sweet spot, he plucked at it until my body felt like liquid.
“You’re still mine. I can feel it.” He groaned, sending chills down my spine.
His thrust picked up, going deep.
“To do with as I please.”
His grip on my arms got rougher.
“To do to what I please.”
He pushed impossibly deep inside of me. I had to convince myself I could take it.
“Don’t you miss this?” he asked.
He spread my ass going deeper. I cried out. The sounds I made were embarrassing and my skin felt too hot and sensitive.
“Say it. You miss me. Say you’re mine, Eden.” He was nearly begging me too.
I fisted the sweat-slicked sheets and bit my tongue.
When I didn’t say what he wanted to hear, he stopped suddenly. He tapped my hip. “Lay on your back, Eden.” He rasped out. I could feel the impatince rolling off of him. I took my time because I was being petty and because my legs might as well have been noodles.
When I lay flat on my back, he hovered over me, lording over me. “It’s okay. You’ll eventually tell me what I want to hear,” he said as he made his way down between my legs. He licked and sucked at my exposed skin as he went. Nipping at flesh. Marking me.
My soul nearly ascended from my body when his tongue came in contact with my clit. I hadn’t had my pussy eaten in years. Ellis had reserved that for whomever else he was fucking. I missed it, Lord knows I did.
My back came up off the bed. He splayed his hand on my belly and pushed me back down. He wrapped his arms around my thighs locking them down. He fucked me with the tip of his tongue until I begged.
“Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but he did. He gave it to me when he sucked my clit into his mouth. He didn’t stop until I was trembling and cumming.
Then he kissed his way back up my body causing my nerves to pulse. He stopped at my breasts. He twirled his tongue over my left nipple. I shivered. He grazed his teeth over my right. I moaned and ran my hand threw his silky hair, gripped it and held him there. He sucked my nipple until I was on the verge of cumming again, then pulled away suddenly. “My turn,” he growled, before he slammed into me and began plowing my pussy.
Eden: Lockdown
Present
I watched Momma while she cooked. She was so pretty. Tall, dark, shaped like an hourglass. and attractive like a model, with a long slender neck, high cheekbones, and long thick hair. I remember being young and wishing I looked like her. I wanted to look in the mirror and see an African Queen staring back at me too. But all I saw was a girl with caramel skin, a round face with eyes that were too big and strange freckles. I was 5’4” and chubby, I did have the hourglass figure, but Momma was a brickhouse though. We both matched on the inside though. Both broken Black women, with ugly selfish attitudes. I was aware of my own issues; too bad Momma wasn’t aware of hers.
“When are you going back to your husband?” she asked, breaking me out of my admiration of her. Her tone let me know she was about to start an argument.
“I hope never. But you don’t have to worry about my being here for much longer.” Momma and I didn’t have the type of relationship where I could run to her for safe haven. She was too self-absorbed and only tolerated me when she had to. That tolerance had ended the minute she thought I’d crossed her.
As soon as King told her his lies, she’d packed my shit, sat it by the front door, and told me to get out. I won’t lie on her and say she’d been a totally callous about it. She’d given me a few hundred dollars before putting me out.
Sucking her teeth, Momma turned and wagged the spatula she was holding in her hand in my direction.
“I suggest you watch your fucking tone. See, that’s why that man beat your ass. Your mouth. That’s a good man you left for no reason,” she bitched. I blocked her out. She was the last person I would take relationship advice from.
My mother had terrible taste in men, my daddy included. I was eight when he left her for one of her friends. But I can remember how much he made her cry before he left. He was a bum too. He didn’t work, stayed out late, and called her all kinds of fucked up names. She took it until one day he just didn’t show up again.
After him, there were Earl and Carl. They both were younger than her, but she let them walk all over her. They both cheated. They would both beat her ass whenever they felt like it.
They all left eventually, then she searched for a new one instead of getting her life together.
I guess she decided a change of race would change her luck. That’s where James, King’s father came in. His being white made no difference. He turned out to be the exact same as all the men she’d had before him. He left too.