Page 24 of Truth
“Fucckkk,” he growls behind me. Everything he says with that gravelly voice just adds fuel to the fire. I’m writhing against the bed, trying to rub my clit against it for more pressure.
“Stay still,” he grits out between his teeth before grabbing my ass cheek.
His hand runs up my spine as he grips underneath my hair with his other hand, tightening his fingers at the base of my head and applying enough pressure to make me feel held down. I’m bound and bare and ready for everything he has in store. His foot pushes between my feet to open my legs wider as he runs he hands over my ass, dipping his middle finger in between the cheeks and letting it linger for only a moment before he thrusts two inside of my pussy. I groan out from the welcome surprise.
My body begins to meet the rhythm of his fingers as he glides them in and out, and my muscles tighten in sync with the combustion that’s starting to build, only to take my breath away as he pulls his fingers from me to use my juices to coat the tender entrance above.
“Deep breath, gorgeous.”
I barely inhale when I feel the tremendous pressure accompanied by the vibration. I’m crazed and heady, pushing back into the discomfort and the enjoyment until I feel the hilt of the device.
“This ass is gorgeous and mine, baby, but I’m going to fill you everywhere…” The exquisite pain of being owned by this taboo act has me drowning in desire. My body moves with the vibrations, wanting it deeper, faster. I’m on my tiptoes, using my body to beg for more.
“Are you clean?”
I can barely register the question as he pulls the device in and out. “What?” I nod my head yes, understanding what he’s asking.
“Answer me. I want my cock inside of you without a fucking condom.”
“Yes…yes, I’m clean. No condom, yes…”
King’s hands are on my hips, flipping me over onto my bound arms, spreading my legs and gripping my thighs, thrusting into me. It feels like I’m being split in two. His cock is huge, and every thrust, every pound has me gasping for breath. Breath I would use to beg for more, for him to never stop.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he growls as he punishes my body with every thrust.
The fullness of my body being owned, filled, takes my breath away, and I arch up my breasts, pushing toward King. He pulls the cups of my bralette down, lowering his body to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
I inhale against the strength of the suction, exhaling when he rolls his tongue around and begins nipping at my breasts, biting just enough to make me squirm. I’m a torrent of lust, and I tighten around the vibrations coming from between my cheeks. I try to pull my wrists apart, igniting a sting in my wrists just as King bites down on my nipple hard. A scream from my lips erupts as my orgasm explodes from my body. I’m frozen, every muscle tense as I ride out the convulsions.
“Yes. Feel it, Drew. You’re mine, meant for me.” King pulls the toy from me, eliciting his own roar of satisfaction with his last thrusts, filling me with his warm release.
My muscles start to relax, and my breathing begins to calm as I open my eyes to King’s hazel stare. I can tell he’s waiting for a thank-you.Sexy, arrogant asshole.
“Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to untie me?”
“I’m undecided.” He winks, motioning for me to roll over.
I roll to my side, and he unties my hands with a deft swiftness that gives away his expertise.
“Nice party trick.” Grinning, I rub my wrists to alleviate the burn.
“I took a class at the Y.” He pulls me toward him and turns my hands palm side up and kisses the insides of my wrists. “No permanent marks.”
I can’t reconcile how he can be so aggressive but so tender. He doesn’t make any sense. I pull my wrists away and sit up, turning my back to him to stand. “Oh yeah, I think I saw that one. It’s called ‘How to be a perv and win girls’?”
“If I’m a perv, you’re a perv.” King grips my waist, pulling my back to the front of his body and snaking his arm around to cup my breast as he begins a new assault on my neck.
“Are you quotingThe Notebookto me?” The end of my sentence trails off as the sexy kicks in.
“No, that was about birds. Plus, you really think I’m the kind of guy that builds a girl a house in the hopes she’ll come back to me?”
“No, but I do think you’re the kind of guy that has secretly seenThe Notebook.” I can’t hold my laughter in, and I’m met with King’s hands punishing my sides with tickles.
“Quit! King, stop, I’m gonna pee!”
Breaking away, I take off across the room, but he’s faster and stronger, catching me before I make it to the door and sweeping me up into his arms. I scream with laughter, brushing the hair from my face. Looking into his eyes, I see the glimmer and watch it fade into what looks like doubt.
“What kind of man do you think I am, Drew.” His tone is serious.
