Page 11 of King: Darker Than Romance

We went from talking to touching. Then something came over me. I grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragged him to me. I kissed him how I suspected he’d like, deeply, slowly, and languidly. He kissed me back, took control. He lit a fire in my pussy that I felt over every inch of my body. That led to me begging him.

“If we do this-- from this moment forth, you’ll be mine and you’ll be doomed, because being with me is going to drain you bit by bit and I’m going to be the only one who can replenish you,” he warned.

I lowered my voice real soft like. “I’m okay with that, Ashford,” was my answer. I knew how to press his buttons.

The muscles in his shoulder became coiled with tension.

I knew in that moment he’d given up. He would stop trying to fight what was inevitable. The energy in the room shifted.

I closed my eyes just for a second to revel in the fact that I’d broken his will.

When I opened them a wicked almost cruel smile came on King’s face. Suddenly, I felt as if I’d been tricked, as if I were no longer as in control of the situation as I had thought. I swallowed hard. He crowded closer. In one swift motion, he reached for me. He tangled his hand in my hair and snatched my head back. I hissed. My scalp burned and tingled. My heart was going ape shit in my chest.

He leaned in and trailed his thick tongue down my neck then back up again. I moaned when his teeth nipped at me ear.

“One day you’ll look back on this moment, and I want you to remember, you asked for this. Begged for me to wreck you,” he rasped out. “And since you think you’re in charge, lil girl. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he whispered against my ear. His words sounded menacing, but they didn’t scare me, not until our eyes connected. My heart skipped a beat. For the first time I saw it, the anger, the malice, the murkiness that lay behind his dark irises. My fate. He would ruin me, just like he’d said. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure if I had trapped him or he had trapped me. At the moment it didn’t matter. I was going to fuck him anyway.

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.”

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