Page 44 of Merciless Promise
“You seem lost in thought, puisín,” I heard, and I glanced over my shoulder at my husband.
“It was another negative test,” I told him.
I saw his expression change briefly until he wiped it all away. Kingston sat upright, then drew me back into his arms. As they wrapped around me, I closed my eyes. For as adversarial as we often were, there were times like this when he would abandon his usual King-ness and be the man, and husband, I needed.
I shivered slightly as he brushed some of my hair off to one side, then brought his lips to my bared skin. His mouth was warm, but his breath cold, and I felt the goosebumps rise on my flesh. His tongue lapped at a small portion of my neck where itmet my shoulder, and it was a place I’d quickly learned made me hot.
“Kingston,” I murmured, then yelped as he dug his teeth into the same spot. “Fuck!”
He nipped at my flesh, even tugging once or twice on it before he raised his head. “This is just another setback, but not one we can’t handle. It just means we might need to practice more.”
“P-practice more?” I sputtered in amusement. “If we fucked any more than we already do, then we’d never leave this bed.”
“I fail to see the problem there,” he said as he began to bite his way across my shoulder, drawing yet another tremor from me. “Being balls deep inside of you is my favorite place to be.”
“Are you evernothorny?” I asked him with all sincerity.
“Never,” he said before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
“If you keep doing that, we’re going to be late.”
“Again, I see no problem with that.”
“Fuck me,” I said to him, then squealed slightly when he quickly lowered me to the bed and covered me with his body.
I hadn’t felt the need to put on any clothes when I had taken the quick test, and he always slept in the nude. With nothing to remove or even move to the side, Kingston was easily able to spread my legs before settling between them. I could feel the pierced head as it nudged against my core, and the ache to feel him inside of me intensified.
“Look at me, puisín,” he instructed. The moment I did, he thrust into me and cursed. “Even after all this damn time, your pussy makes me work so hard to fuck it. And I can see it in your eyes?—”
“S-see what?” I asked breathlessly.
“The pain as I split you open night after fucking night. That expression of yours as your pussy stretches around my cock is going to be my undoing.”
“King—”
All words were stopped the moment he pulled out, then slammed back inside, filling me with one thrust. Never one to waste time when not toying with me, he pulled back out and slammed forward again. I kept my legs spread as wide apart as I could as he fucked me.
Usually, I focused more on his face, but this time I was drawn to what was happening between my legs. While he’d always been quite large, everything seemed to hurt more now than it normally did. Despite the pain, it also felt damn good, and as he gripped my hips and I felt a new pain as his fingers dug into my flesh, I brought my head fully back to the bed.
“Your pussy is so fucking good...It’s so damn tight I have to fight to fill you up...And it’s so damn hot it’s scorching my skin...And don’t get me started on how wet it is. You’re always ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I cried out, then moaned when he hit a spot deep inside of me. As if he sensed what he’d just done, he spent the next several thrusts hammering that same spot over and over. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and seconds later, I came for what I knew would be the first of many orgasms to come.
“That’s it. Come all over my dick,” he urged me.
My entire body shook from the force of it, and he never let up. It didn’t take long for a second to sneak up on me. I looked at him with pleading eyes, and he smirked. He wanted me to say it...To beg...
“Please come with me, Kingston. I want to feel your cum drip out of me and down my legs.”
“That’s my filthy whore. Take it all,” he said moments before slamming into me a final time. As I came, he climaxed as well. I stared at him the best that I could, although my vision was a bit blurry. I’d like to think it was from just sex, but I’d been dealing with a bit of lightheadedness in recent days. It had been nothingI couldn’t handle, though. And it didn’t seem to be any cause of concern, either.
After he came, he started to move inside of me once more. It didn’t take long for him to get hard all over again, not that he ever truly lost that particular state to begin with. I stared at his face as a pained expression filled it, and I knew he was fighting back another orgasm.
Seeing how transparent he was when we were like this more than made up for all the other times when he was completely unreadable. Maybe sex was the only place he felt he could be himself with me. Whatever it was, he fucked me hard and fast until I let go again, and once more, he followed my orgasm with one of his own.
Finally, he pulled out of me, and I felt the slow drip of our combined release as it seeped from me like a leaky faucet. Kingston caught it and swiped two fingers through the wetness, then brought those long digits to my mouth and thrust them between my lips.
I sucked every drop off them, loving the taste of our combined fluids. Never had I ever been shy in taking what I’d wanted and liking what I liked. While other girls might play coy, I was over silly games like that. There wasn’t much between Kingston and I, or at least there hadn’t always been, but we did have healthy appetites for sex.
