He gripped my jaw digging his fingers into my skin, refocusing me. I told him outright. “I want you to fuck me.”
He licked his lips. They were fuller than any white boy’s lips I’d ever seen.
“How? How do you want me to fuck you?”
My mind immediately flashed back to the night I’d caught him. I had wanted to switch places with that girl. This was my chance.
“Hard and deep. Like you fucked her.”
He groaned. He reached between us. His cold callused fingers felt good against my hot skin. Using the pad of his thumb he circled my nipple. “Are you going to be a pretty lil slut like her and suck my cock to get it ready, before I fuck you?” My body reacted aggressively to his words. My pulse quickened. My pussy gushed, wetting my inner thighs. My mouth watered.
“Yes, please.”
“Get on your knees then,” he said.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I fell to my knees, eagerly pulling his sweats down with me andcrossing my ankles behind me. I was confident I would please him. He had on no boxers to speak of. He was completely unprepared for me to swallow him whole. He whimpered, like Ellis usually did, like a boy. I moaned around the length of him. He groaned from above me.
“You like my dick in your mouth, lil girl?”
Mentally I laughed. I would show him I wasn’t anyone’s little girl.
I gripped his hands, holding them to keep them to his side. I began working my mouth over his thick rod, up and down. Making sure to suck the swollen, sensitive head. His hand trembled in my grip. His breaths came out in pants.
Up and down. Suck the head. I watched him for his reaction. Veins stood out on his neck as he gritted his teeth.
Suddenly he cursed and snatched his hands from my grip. He gripped the back of my head, forcing me to swallow him down the back of my throat. I didn’t even gag.
He growled, “I want to thank and kill the motherfucker who taught you to suck dick this well.”
He possessiveness caused my clit to ache. I reached down, slid my panties to the side and massaged it as he fucked my face. My clit was so swollen and sensitive. It didn’t take much manipulation from me. I came on my fingers at the same time his salty-sweet essence filled my mouth. He growled when he came.
My entire body trembled.
King came down on his knees to meet me. He roughly cupped my face, kissed me. It was forceful and devastating. He dragged his hand down my body, inside my underwear. His thick fingers parted my slippery folds before entering me. In and out he fucked me with them. When it was just getting good, he stopped and pulled away. He tugged at my shirt.
“Take this off, all of it,” His deep voice was demanding.
My eyes flew open, I hadn’t even realized they’d lulled shut. The way he was looking at me. As if he wanted to consume me whole, body and soul, fed my ego. I stood, pulled the thin cami I wore over my head, slid out of my panties. He stood. He kicked off his sweat. His dick was pointing straight at me.
“Just let me look at you for a minute.”
He circled me like a shark who smelled blood in water. His fingers traced various spots of my skin. “Perfect,” he breathed out, “so fucking perfect.”
And I felt perfect.
When he faced me, he raised his hand, brought it up, brushed his knuckle cross my cheek. He then looked me in my eyes.
“This is your chance to save yourself, Eden. Tell me to leave.”
I blanked out for a second. But I refocused myself quickly. My heart pounded. My need for him was thick and sticky, clinging to me. I could physically feel it in my being. There was no way I was telling him to leave.
I shook my head. “I want this. I want you,” I said.
He gave me a hard look. I could see the possessiveness in his penetrating glare. Something in me screamed for me to change my mind, but I couldn’t. I was too far gone.
“No more Ken doll. No other men. Just me and you, Eden. Forever.” He declared before he lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bed.
He laid me down then lay on top of me. His dick pressed against my pussy. For a few tense moments we just stared at each other. He looked like he was trying to talk himself out of what we both wanted, or he was waiting for me to change my mind.
His muscles were coiled so tight the tension caused his body to vibrate. I needed him too much for him to change his mind. I spread my legs, dug my nails into his biceps. “Please,” I spurred him on. His eyes fluttered. He bit into his bottom lip, moved his hips, sliding between my wet folds until he was pressed against my opening
“I can’t believe how hot and wet you are,” he said before his mouth covered mine. His kiss was hard and moist and hot and breathy.
His grip on my waist tightened as he pushed into me in one swift stroke. There wasn’t anything gentle about it. My back arched from the bed. I dug my nails into his bicep. I cried out. The pain was searing. Tears stung my eyes. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I grinded my teeth, spread my legs wider, tried to make my body adjust to the intrusion. I breathed out relaxing my muscles
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it.”
He didn’t fuck me like in the romance books. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his size or whisper sweet nothings.
He fucked me like I asked him to. Using long deep strokes that I felt in my stomach. His teeth raked over my skin and bit into flesh. His hands were everywhere.
He talked to me too.
“You’re mine.”
He bit into my chin.
“Touch me.”
He directed my hand where he needed it to be.
“Feel me.”
He grabbed my legs, hooked my knees under his arms, spread me wider. Rocked into me, penetrating deeper.
“Nobody else, only me, Eden. Promise me.”
At that moment I would have told him anything he wanted to hear. I made the promises he asked me to.
“Can I cum in you?”
Without thought of consequences I said, “yes,” and wrapped legs around him and came as he pounded into me. His orgasm followed soon after mine. Groaning and panting he came hard inside of me.
That night he taught me to like the pleasure wrapped in pain, to crave it even. To crave him.
***
“Eden.” I vaguely heard my momma call my name. Then King called me. I shook myself from memories of the past. I looked up from my empty cereal bowl and saw that they were both watching me.
“Did you not hear me, Eden? “Momma had an attitude so she must have asked me something and thought I was ignoring her.
“No, I didn’t hear you. Can you repeat what you said?”
The scowl on her face deepened.
King watched me with what looked like concern in his gaze.
“Do you have any money for groceries? Today is the first day of the safer-at-home quarantine. I won’t be leaving the house after today to shop. If you’re going to stay here and eat, you have to contribute.”
I opened my mouth to tell her I’d only be there a day or two more, but then I changed my mind. The less she knew the better. I gritted my teeth, got up and went into the living room where I’d left my purse. I got my wallet. I pretended to not notice that several of the hundreds I’d taken from the ATM when I left Georgia were gone. Momma probably had already helped herself. That’s how she was. I counted two hundred dollars. I blinked away the tears that burned my eyes and made my way back into the kitchen.