Page 53 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Kissing King is different because I don’t want to stop doing it. I stop what I’m doing, and I get off the bed. I open the door and look atPoutine; I signal for him to get out and go bother somebody else.Poutinebarks at me and gets off the bed, leaving the room. I shut the door and as I make my way back to King; and I remove my clothes. She watches me but doesn’t remove hers. “Baby, strip right now.” I demand.
King smiles and I know she’s got something up her sleeve. “How about you strip?” she says to me.
I snicker. “Bold. I like that shit. You think I can’t tease you? You think I don’t have sex appeal?” I ask her.
“I didn’t say that. I just want to see what you can do.”
I nod once. I never back down from a challenge. “All right. Put on a song and we’ll see just how good I can fuck with your head before I fuck your body.”
King sits up the bed, grabs her cell and plays some song that I don’t really know but I can work with it. I put my shirt back on and stretch while the song starts. I pretend like I don’t know what I’m doing but then I get her attention as I lift my shirt up and place the hem of my shirt in my mouth. I move my waist in a circular motion, more of like if I was fucking her slowly. I use my hand to trail over my abs and then go further down into my jeans and boxers. I dip my hand in and show her I’m pleasuring myself without removing my dick from my jeans.
King doesn’t realize she’s moving closer and closer to me. I’ve stopped moving in a circular motion and now I’m mimicking the way I’d fuck her while building up momentum. I lift my other hand up, digging my fingers in my hair and throwing my head back as I groan. Before I continue, I stop taking my hand out of my jeans and the other out of my hair.
“Why’d you stop?” She whimpers.
“Oh, you liked what I was doing?” I tease as I let go of my shirt. I reach behind me and remove my shirt that way. Throwing it on the floor. “I don’t have to dance to get you wet, Kingsley. You think I don’t know how much you want me to fuck you? My words get you so wet that you create a wet spot on our bed, but fuck, I like that shit. I’m a vile, vulgar, and obscenely filthy son of a bitch and I own it. You like that shit, don’t you, baby?”
I smirk as she nods. I pop the button open on my jeans and unzip. I let it fall to the floor and I step out of them. I rub my hard length over my black Versace boxers. I groan once more, not sure whether I’m turning her on or she’s turning me on by watching me. I walk over to her and stop in front of her. Her face is at the same level as my dick. King looks up at me and I’m honored to see the look of lust on her face. To see how much she wants me. I want her to know that if she wants me this much, then I want her even more. “I want to fuck you, Ciro…” King says with authority in her face and it makes me painfully hard.
I grit my teeth. “Yeah, baby, that’s what you want to do?”
“Yes.”
“You think you got it in you to tell me what to do?”
King doesn’t answer, instead I see a flip switch in her head. She sits up on her heels. “Come here.” She demands. I eye her up and down, wondering if she’s serious or not. “I won’t ask you again, Ciro. Come to me.”
Usually the amount of authority in her face could make someone like me ready to kill her, but because it’s King, I moan. This shit is hotter than anything in this world. A man of my stature is used to telling others what to do. Telling them where they can or cannot go. Although, that is what I am and will never stop being that man. Men like me get tired. I’m exhausted and I want someone else to take over. Not all the time though, because I don’t know how to give up control. I never will. I am fucking control.
I cock my brow and smirk as I get even closer to her. King doesn’t take her eyes off me as she plants kisses all over my body and the places she can reach. She plants her palms on my chest and explores my body with her hands. “I can make you feel good, but I can also punish you for denying me, Ciro,” she says.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Yes,” King replies.
She stands on the bed and I have to peer up at her a little. My fingers find their way, touching her body while she’s still dressed. “Take these off, I want to touch you,” I say.
“No, you’re not in control, I am and you’ll listen to me or else…” She threatens.
“Or else what?” I taunt.
King surprises me by wrapping both of her hands around my throat. She knows how to make me feel good and not like I’m choking for air. She tilts my head back some more and leans in biting down hard on my shoulder. I groan because this feels so good. One of King’s hands cups my jaw just like I do to her. “You groan and moan when I allow it.” She commands.
I’m so proud of her, and I knew this girl was always hiding in her. The gentle, innocent girl has transformed, and it’s the biggest turn on of my life.
“You ever fight for control a day in your life, King?”
“Yes.” she says.
I shake my head, lightly chuckling. “No, baby, not that kind of control. The kind that has you wondering whether I’m fucking you or you’re fucking me. Like now, do you think you’re really in control or am I simply the one telling you where you should touch me. The looks, the sign, the subtle touches that I’m giving you, is causing you to touch me places that I’ve touched you before. I like to grip your jaw and make you hurt a little, but bring you more pleasure than pain. I love the feel of your nails in my skin and the bite, the ultimate aphrodisiac. Now, show me, Kingsley Storm. The real her. The one that’s afraid to come out because the world said you couldn’t be you.” I say to her.
King says nothing for a bit, but then she kisses me harshly like the world is ending in a few minutes. I like the chance to make this an enticing moment and make it longer, but fuck, King wants the opposite, she wants this quick and dirty. I’ll give her that. Without removing my lips from her, I rip at her clothes; I don’t care whether it shreds, tears or even stretches, she can wear it as a badge of honor. I rip my lips from hers and I shove her down on the bed. I wrap my hands around her ankles and pull her to me. I remove the joggers in quick speed, and I marvel at the sight of her bare pussy. Damn, she wasn’t wearing any panties. I hover over her body and with no warning; I slide deep inside of her. There is no time for warnings or none of that. I don’t want to take it slow, and neither does she. King watches me as I watch her. I thrust, making her feel good and moan all the profanities she wants to attach to my name.
I flip us over and she’s on top. King doesn’t waste time as she copies what I was doing earlier to my dick with my hand. She grips me tighter and I feel like I’m both in heaven and in hell. I grab her waist, but King stops. She takes both my wrists and places them over my head. I bite my bottom lip and try not to grin as she leans over me. She holds me down as she does what she wants to do. She fucks me her way and I love it. She subdues me in a way no woman in this world could ever do, nor will they ever have the chance to do so, but King, I’ll let her do this as long as she’s good to me. King increases her speed and throws her head back. I know she’s close to cuming and so am I. King looks back down and leans in, her face so close to mine. She stops bouncing up and down as she manipulates her waist to move the way she danced on top of me at the club. I release a guttural moan. I can’t take it anymore. I push back and flip us once more. I slip back in rougher this time, sending her up the bed a little. I follow and do it again and again until we’re near the headboard.
I place her leg over my shoulder and slip back in for good this time. I show her that both of us know how to dance when it comes to sex. As I’m fucking her, I feel King’s hand reach my ass and slip past to where the male G-spot is located. I’m not a man who questions his sexuality and I never will be. I’m not turned off by wanting to achieve and experience the best sex of my life. King knows what she’s doing, and I lose myself in the moment. I hold on to the headboard, trying not to lose focus. I grunt as I fuck her slower giving her what she wants. King is the first to break as she moans her release.
I may not be DaVinci or Michelangelo as I’ve stated before, but I am the Beethoven of sex; Not only do I compose the song and write it down on my favorite sheet that is her body, but I make sure I do this last thing right. I play my song so well; hitting all the right notes so that my instrument, her body can release the sweet, blissful sound that echoes through my home. She fucks me up and I accept it.
