Page 16 of Truth
King grabs the back of my hair, pulling to expose my neck so he can suck and bite at the sensitive flesh. I move my hands to his shoulders, digging my nails in and eliciting a groan from his mouth against my neck. We are animals, grabbing, sucking, kissing, ripping off anything in the way of getting inside of each other.
He takes his hand from my pussy, and my body follows, immediately left cold by the retreat.
“Tell me what you want…” His voice is a whisper, like the devil on your shoulder, coaxing and understanding, leading me toward my deviance. “Tell me what your body needs,” he breathes into my skin, taking my earlobe into his mouth.
“I want your fucking fingers inside me.” My body grinds toward his hand with need.
“That dirty mouth will be my demise.” He smiles into my lips as he kisses softly and brings my torn panties to my lips. My eyes widen with the realization he’s going to use them as a gag.
“Finger me.” I breathe my last words out heavily, swept up by this debauchery as the soft lace rag is pushed slowly between my lips. My head rolls back when he finishes, my arousal pounding through me.
“My fingers are there…can you feel them? If you want them…bring yourself to me. You’ll have to beg with your body.” His whispers torment me. I ache for the feeling but am unable to speak. I scoot closer to him, feeling the tip of his fingers near my entrance. My lust has taken over, making me feel uninhibited and wanton.
“That’s it, baby. Bring me that pussy. I want to feel how hot you are around my fingers while I push into you.” Our bodies are almost flush against each other as I grind toward his fingertips.
Please, pleaseis all I can think. I’m desperate for the touch. My body tenses as I push myself closer, trying to reach my reward.
“I want to feel you. I can’t wait to sink my cock into this sweet pussy. Closer, baby—let me stretch you with my fingers.” His voice is smooth and approving as I lean my head down on his chest, arching my body to increase contact with his fingers. Shuddering at the contact, I moan when he pushes the tip of his thick finger into my entrance. He teases me with only the tip, increasing my need, and my body starts to rock forward.
“Is this what you want? Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet.” Gripping the back of my hair, he holds my head steady to his chest as he pushes in another finger.
There is no sound, no answer. The room is silent, lights dim. Only the sound of my whimpers acting as my plea can be heard as I grind on his fingers. The grip on my hair stings slightly, sending chills down my spine.
“Look at me.” His words are a challenge, one I relish in meeting. Eye contact is the ultimate connection. There isn’t any hiding from him, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to hide myself.
Without hesitation, I shoot my head up and look into those gorgeous hazel eyes. There’s a fire inside this man, so much under the surface that a part of me is relieved I will only get him for one night. I’m not sure this could ever be enough for him; then again, I’m not sure he would let me try.
“Don’t close your eyes, not even for a second. Do you hear me? Nod if you understand.”
Nodding my head as best I can because he still has hold of my hair, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck to anchor me to this moment.
His fingers begin a slow and torturous circle at my entrance until my breathing becomes filled with desperation. I can’t help but bite my lip and grip his neck tighter. King licks his lips as his eyes dart to my mouth. I use the momentary lapse of eye contact to close my eyes and relish over the third finger pushing halfway in, making me stretch.
“I told you not to close your eyes,” he growls as he increases the pace of his fingers and pulls the lace from my lips harshly.
My breath begins to hitch, and I can feel the pressure building.
“I-I’m…oh god. I’m sorry, I….” I can’t form words. My body is enveloped by the build of my orgasm.
King takes his left hand, putting it on my chest and pushing my body to the bed to restrain me in place.
“Stay put. This time, do as you’re told.” Walking away, he leaves me cold, and I can’t help but push to my elbows to watch his retreat. Looking over his shoulder, he shakes his head and opens a drawer on the side wall.
Holy shit, are those nipple clamps?
“I thought I told you to stay,” he says, sauntering back to me, eyes fixed on mine.
“I’m not that kind of bitch. Humans do as they please.” Raising my eyebrows, I challenge his domination.Not that girl, buddy.
A slow grin spreads across his face.
“Good. Then I guess I get to do as I please…” Pushing me back to the bed, his fingers thrust into me, hitting my clit with the heel of his hand again, causing my body to buck upward with pleasure. I grab hold of the pristinely made bed, gripping and pulling the covers with the movements of my body.
“Fuck me!” I moan my appreciation for the attention given to my throbbing center, enraptured by the swell of desire.
He shoulders my legs roughly so they move aside, rocketing into a pace I can barely match with the bucks of my body. I’ve never been fucked so hard. My body is being punished in the most exquisite of ways.
“You were told and now I won’t give you my cock, but you want it, don’t you? Pounding into you, filling you… Tell me how hard you want it?”
