“You want people to see how beautiful you are when I make you come for me,” King practically purred, his voice a raspy texture that abraded my skin wonderfully.
“I want you to see it,” I told him, bucking back my hips, desperate enough to demand what I wanted, consequences be damned. “But I won’t come unless you’re inside me, so I guess now, the decision is yours.”
King pressed his smile into my neck and then pulled away to drag my jeans down my legs, leaving them circled around my calves while he did the same to his own. His big palms framed my hips and tipped them so my ass jutted back.
“Love this ass.” He dragged his rough fingers over the cheek and gave it a short, sharp slap that made me gasp and press my face into the books so I wouldn’t be heard. “Hold on to the shelves, Cress, I’m gonna take you there hard and fast.”
A moment later, the hot crest of his cock was at my entrance.
“Brace,” he warned on a growl that made a violent shudder roll down my spine.
And then he gave me every inch in one smooth, brutal glide that compressed everything in my body toward the apex of my sex. I couldn’t focus on the way my sweating hands slipped over the shelves as I grappled for purchase to push back against his every thrust, or how the heels of my leather booties slipped against the glossy wood floors. Everything I was centered between my legs, and the gorgeous feel of King’s cock sliding thick and unyielding as a blunt-edged weapon in and out of my clasping folds.
The wet sound of our joining made my ears burn, but I loved it, just as I loved the dirty words King said in that raspy, breathless voice as he took me.
I loved it even more when he wrapped my hair around his fist once, twice until it was tightly wound and my head was craned backwards, and then he used it to tip me into his hot, waiting mouth. My groan rumbled through our kiss and echoed back to me over his tongue.
“Like a fuckin’ vise around me. Love this tight pussy, love this sweet, hot mouth,” King praised before sealing his lips over mine once more.
It was the praise that did me in. After a lifetime of feeling deeply ashamed of my libido and the sinful, rough fantasies I harboured in the dark, it was the pleasure of King bringing them into the light, into fruition, as if they were some gift for him to unearth, that broke open my pleasure.
“God, King,” I gasped as my sex clamped down over him and my womb cramped with the force of my orgasm.
I could feel it wrack through me, shaking every thought out of my head, every iota of shame from the fabric of my being. And when he grunted, planting his cock so deep inside me I could feel him at the entrance of my womb, and he came, it felt fitting in a way that was hard to explain.
Because that was what King did for me. He sucked the poison out of me with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue. He made sure whatever bad thoughts or feelings I secretly concealed were eradicated and replaced by the sheer immensity of his vivacious, laughing love.
I rolled my forehead over the books so that I could watch as he stepped away from me and used a clean, folded bandana from his back pocket to gently wipe his cum away from between my legs.
This was almost my favourite part, the cherished routine of post-coital lovers. How he cleaned me, always, unless he wanted me to sleep with his cum inside me, and how the first kiss after sex was this achingly tender punctuation mark to end our intimacy.
I hummed into that kiss as he leaned forward to offer it to me after righting my jeans and then held him close so I could turn and wrap my arms around his neck. He smelled so good, like man and sweat and the faint salty musk of me that I took a moment to breathe it in.
“I love you, you know?” I whispered to him. “Sometimes it terrifies me how much I love you and how deeply happy we are.”
His hands came up to wrap over my wrists as I held his face. “No fear, Queenie. There’s nothin’ we got coming that we can’t handle together.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Fuck sweet, babe. It’s the motherfuckin’ truth.” He lowered his forehead to mine so that those incredible, pale as the dawn sky blue eyes were all I could see. “Told you once, and I meant it. I’d tear the fuckin’ world apart if it wronged you.”
“Same.” And in a way, I already had. I’d torn the small, comfortable world I’d lived in to pieces in order to be with King in his all-consuming world of loose morals, intense loyalty, and rough rituals.