Page 21 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Ipull away from her lips, leaving her wanting more. She’s been here shorter than a week and I see the look in her eyes. I know what it means. I’ve seen it on other women that I’ve dated before marrying. King craves me. I should have warned her that things get like that with me, naturally. I lean back against the couch. King climbs off the table, removes her panties and climbs on to my lap. I grab her waist and grind my hardened dick against her slit.
“You haven’t learned everything you needed to learn at your uncle’s club, have you?” I inquire.
She shakes her head. “I haven’t learned too much yet, but I can go back and learn some more, if that’s what you’d like, sir.” She answers.
Usually, if it was anyone else even Tatyana, I’d assume they’re being snarky but looking at her, I pick up on the fact that she’s being genuine. King isn’t even trying to be rude to me. Well, good for the both of us. I don’t want to have to punish her in a way that she won’t like.
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll teach you how to please me, properly. You’ll be so good at it, you’ll be pleasing me in your dreams.” I grin. I reach between her legs and lightly slap her pussy, making sure I don’t miss her clit. “This means up.”
King places her hands on my shoulders for support and lifts a little. I slide my hand off her pussy slowly, causing her to tremble. I like the way she reacts to my every touch. It’s genuine and full of emotion. It shows on her face she enjoys the teasing just as much as I enjoy doing it. I don’t look away from her as I unbutton and unzip. I lift a little, removing both pants and boxer-briefs, sliding them below my thighs. I slap her ass cheek and King slowly lowers herself on my dick. I throw my head back, trying to tell my body not to do anything fucking stupid right now. I grit my teeth as I concentrate, but something about the way she feels is driving me insane. I run a hand through my hair, pulling hard so I can get back into the moment and not embarrass myself. “Ciro…” King calls my name and I feel her soft lips on my neck.
She joins my hand in my hair with both of hers. She tugs my head back and my eyes pop open.When did I close my eyes?“I can show you what I’ve learned so far,” she says in an enticing tone.
I smirk because she’s already showing it to me.It’s fucking sexy.Her ability to read what I like makes me want to cum already but I won’t. Not yet, anyway. King moves her body to the music playing in the background that I forgot about. She doesn’t do the basic shit of just bouncing up and down on my dick, and I like her for it. She knows how to get herself off as well when she’s riding. I note what she already knows. She leans in, our lips so close together, but there’s no kissing. King performs better this time than the first time she was on top of me. She switches it up when she begins her bounce. It’s not as rough as I’d like it but it’s fantastic. I feel her all over me. I remove my hands from my hair and both end up gripping her waist. “My turn,” I say to her. “Let me show you how I can still fuck you when you think you’re fucking me.”
I lift her up, pulling out, and then I slam back into her, hard. King throws her head back. I repeat the action a couple more times, causing her to cry out. I create a rhythm for her to follow; a rough, hard one that should hurt but fuck, King is taking it like a champ. She tugs the strands of my hair harder and I growl this time. I stand and lean down, placing her over the table. I slip out of her and I rotate my shoulders back once removing every kink. I barely slip one leg out of my pants when I lean back down and slip in. She’s so damned wet; gushing all over the damned place. King moves her hands from my hair to my back. She takes every thrust I give. We both moan and groan simultaneously. I lift and place my palm flat on her torso, holding her down as I deliver strokes that I know makes me look like a fucking porn-star. “Oh, Ciro!” King throws her head back as her hands find something to grasp.
“Some women don’t cum from penetration, you know that, Kingsley?” I tease her as I lift one of her legs for better access.
“Yes!” She shouts, this time over the music.
I chuckle as I lean in and nip at her chin. “Let me show you I can make you cum like that. Ready?” Without waiting for a response, I move my hand to her jaw. I give her my full weight as I increase, not in speed but in punishing strokes. King’s eyes widen as her breathing speeds up and my hair brushes against her face.
“I can’t… It’s too much. Too powerful.” She confesses.
“Good. Show me I’m wrong then, resist it. Don’t show the world your power, remain fucking weak then, Kingsley Storm…” I taunt her. “Or, you can cum as loud as you want. Let them hear you roar.” I suck her bottom lip in my mouth and bite hard. The second I let go, King shouts her release, the one that was too powerful for her. It arouses me in such a way that I follow right after.
I kiss her neck, kissing over the mark I left on her and thinking about placing another one on the other side. “I want you so bad, Ciro.” King admits.
I kiss up from her neck to her chin, stopping at her ear. I like the diamond studs she has on. I pull it and her earlobe in my mouth. I bite hard, causing her to yelp and tighten around my dick. I release her earlobe from my mouth. “I know you do, Kingsley. I’m the worst kind of addiction. The type that you can never kick and you’ve had the misfortune of tasting the rawest, most potent product I have in my possession, me.” I whisper in her ear.
She shudders but says nothing. I feel her fingernails digging deep in my back. “I can’t possibly be addicted. It hasn’t been long enough and the probability of that happening is just as low as the percentage itself.”
I groan. “Fuck, talk dirty to me, Kingsley. I want more of this when you talk. Don’t hide that shit from me.”
“Yes, sir.” She answers.
“I must have fucked the tipsiness out of you, huh? Good. Now, are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
I slowly slip out of her, hissing at her tightness. I lift up, placing my palms on both sides of her. She looks up at me like how Tatyana used to at the beginning of our relationship. I shut my eyes, shaking my head and clearing my throat. I open my eyes and get off the table. I reach under for some napkins. I clean King up efficiently and pull her up as I fix myself. I look at her and she’s watching me as I slip my boxer-briefs and pants back on. I finish and she’s still naked watching me. I smirk. “Put on your dress, Kingsley.”
she says nothing at first. She grabs her dress, puts it on and buttons it back up. I sit back on the couch and wait to see what she’ll do next. King comes closer to me and straddles me instead of sitting next to me. Good, she’s learning. She leans in but doesn’t kiss me like she did before. She watches me and I watch her. “I’ll take your soul from you,” I say to her.
“No one can do that.” She snorts, and it’s the most adorable sound I’ve heard from her so far.
“Embrasse-moi.” I say.
King’s eyes widen but she complies as she kisses me. I groan as I take her mouth, showing her just how easily I could take her soul from her. She does not understand who she’s fucking with.
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