Chapter 50 Chapter Fifty
KING’S POV
“Bon appetite.”
Everybody tells you what a sexy language French is but no one ever goes on about what it does to you as a man to have your woman whisper it to you in a breathless moan while you’re kneeling between her legs, worshipping her, her soft thighs clamped around your head like a vice, her erect clit coated and glistening with a blend of her juices and your saliva, drawing you back in.
“I love the smell of your arousal.” I groan against her wetness, dragging a deep inhale of her essence as I bend to her pink slit.
“I could wear it all day.”
I flatten my tongue against her as another moan flies out of her, dragging it against all of her- her thick, juicy lips, her quivering hole, her engorged nub- I suck her into my mouth, devouring her, lapping up every drop of her wetness like a fucking dog, needing more of her with every taste I steal.
I’m starved for her, she has no idea how much.
My arms lock her hips down into the perfect position, my fingers holding her in place as I make a meal out of her, my only regret the faint red mark I know they’ll leave behind in the aftermath of this.
“Touch yourself for me baby, roll your nipples, squeeze your breasts, let me see you.”
She obliges immediately, her dainty fingers curling around her rosy nipples, rolling them hard enough to elicit both pain and pleasure. Her instant obedience makes my cock harder than a rock, crazy for the feel of her warmth wrapped around us like a glove but I need a taste of her orgasm at least once before he gets to have any kind of fun.
Her moans grow into a soft cry the harder I slurp, the more I eat, the more I focus my tongue on her clit and hole, enjoying her walls greedily griping my tongue as I drag it in and out of her mercilessly. Her hands are unsteady on her body and I can see her fighting to keep from gripping my head and that makes me go with more intensity.
This is what was missing with Marlene and everyone else I tried to get over her with, this release that holds the darkness back.....
Pulling my tongue out, I fill her up with three of my fingers at once, stretching her to the hilt. I suckle harder, sloppier on her clit as I curl my fingers inside her, sliding them deeper until I’m hitting the exact spot that has her quivering and shaking in my arms.
“Did you let him see you like this?” I ask out of nowhere, angrier than I thought I would be as the images of her straddling the fucker she came back with in those pictures suddenly come back to haunt me, swirling around my eyes.
“Did you let him touch you here?” I suck on my other fingers to get them wet and then lightly slap her clit repeatedly with it until she’s trembling even harder, that sound of skin on skin tipping her.
“Did he get to taste you, hear you moan his name? Fuck, did you let the bastard make you come like this, baby?” My voice is thick with anger, my fingers channelling that anger into punishing her pussy.
“Answer me, Candy or I swear I’ll pull my fingers out of you right now and be done with this.”
“No......no, only you....fuck, only you.” She cries as her whole body erupts with an orgasm that inspires me to go harder. I strum her clit, kissing every inch of her, my fingers unrelenting as she screams my name, thrashing against me, her muscles stiffening as she begs me to keep going like my good, little, needy baby.
Her orgasm takes a while before finally subsiding, her body going limp against me.
I drag my fingers out, her juices dripping down all three of them. I bring them to my lips, sucking them and then I bend to her mouth and kiss her with her taste still in my mouth. I love kissing her, she responds so eagerly and wholly it’s impossible to want to let go. And earlier when she robbed me of that, it took all I had not to take it for myself.
“You jealous bastard.” She breathes against my lips, smiling and I can’t help but smile too.
“Fuck me, please.”
I didn’t need to be told twice especially not when she begs in that breathless voice she gets after a satiating orgasm. I need her just as much as she needs me, if not more.
Picking her up, I carry her over to the bed, positioning her over the edge of it, her legs spread wide for me to show off her perfect, little cunt.
My cock is painfully hard as I wrap my fingers around it, stroking it with all the precum she’s pulled out of me. I don’t know if I’ll last with her like this because she detonates me by just existing but one thing I know is that she comes first, literally and figuratively. It has to be good for her to be good for me.
My pleasure is in knowing she’s enjoying everything I’m doing to her.
Fuck, I wish this fucking place has a reflective ceiling so she can watch me fuck her, dominate her, own her even half as much as she owns me. I was supposed to ruin her but instead this crazy, little Kane has me ruined for other women.
I push the swollen head of my thick cock through her slick slit, slow enough to have her pushing her hips upwards to draw me in.
“Easy, baby, he’s all yours.”
"He should prove it." She dares, trying to hold my eyes.
Smirking, I push the head of my cock into her heat, pausing so she can get used to my size. I can feel her walls clamping around me already.
“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. I missed your sweet, little cunt.”
Her hips move again and this time I sink into her until I’m buried to the hilt. Her scream is muffled against my skin as she grips me tight, teeth sinking into my chest to mark me, her hand gripping my ass. Only she can make that feel divine.
“Are you good?”
“Yes, fuck yeah......go hard, Nik, please.”
Fuck.
Thrusting into Candy feels like heaven and I go at it like a mad man, pinning her arms under one of mine, her back arched to accommodate my bigger frame, my cock tearing through her with every pound, my balls slapping against her. I pull out to the crown driving back in to the base, harder and faster until she’s finding it hard to keep up, to breathe.
“That’s it baby, you’re mine.”
My fingers pinch her clit.
“Mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Thrust after thrust, deeper and hungrier, my cock claims every bit of her, every crevice. She fits perfectly around it like a fucking glove, perfect in every way. Her skin is sweaty, her hair all over her and she looks like a dream just like that. There’s no way Yasuki’s arrangement is going to work, this is the sister that has me in a fucking choke hold and I don’t want her to let go.
She’s like heroine and I’ve been addicted from the second I had a taste.
Maybe even before then because I’ve wanted her since the first day I watched her move into the room across mine, looking like the saddest thing God ever created and that hunger has not waned till now.