Page 37 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Idon’t know if I should be mad or happy that I can now sleep the entire night when I hold King in my arms. I’m especially annoyed that I enjoy waking up to her in my arms. I don’t know things like that. I can’t keep thinking like that, I’m a grown man, I shouldn’t be so indecisive. Nobody likes that kind of asshole, right?
“Kingsley, are you not done getting ready?” I ask while she’s still in the bathroom.
The fact that I’m ready before her makes me shake my head. I should’ve waited till the last minute and then got dressed but of course I wanted to rush her instead she still didn’t get the hint. I roll my eyes and leave the room to go see what Boston and Adriano are doing and if they’re ready.
“You assholes ready?” I ask them as I make my way down the hall towards their rooms.
“Yeah.” Boston says as he exits the room with something that screams him; a dress shirt tucked into distressed jeans and boots. His hair is braided back into a French braid. “Is that a fucking satin shirt?” He asks me.
I smirk. “Don’t insult me. It’s silk, bitch. Maybe you should dress better than what the fuck you wear.”
I know he’s just teasing me. My all black attire is appreciated by my brother who comes out of the room in a suit ensemble minus the tie and for once, he’s wearing a simple t-shirt inside of his suit jacket instead of a dress shirt. Adriano nods as he inspects my outfit. “That shit is nice. You clean up well, asshole.”
I chuckle, shaking my head at his compliment. I knew he would appreciate the outfit; A black short sleeve silk shirt with the top couple of buttons unbuttoned, tucked into black dress pants and black red-bottom dress shoes that I should never have to stomp on someone’s head with, but I’d do it just to prove my point. Boston looks past me and whistles. I turn to see what he’s looking at and I cock my brow. What the fuck is she wearing? She must be out of her damned mind.
“Go change,” I say.
King frowns and I want to suck her bottom lip into my mouth. Fuck. How long has it been since I’ve fucked her? A month or over that?
“Why?” She questions.
I eye her up and down slowly, taking in her red ensemble. Her tight ass bustier dress is hugging every part of her. Her body has filled out even more than when I first met her. Her hips are flaring out much more and this dress gives the illusion of an hourglass shape on her petite self. Her boobs are perky and ready to be sucked as the cup of the dress barely contains them. Her hair is straight and flowing. She looks beautiful and her lips look luscious as fuck with the red lipstick that she matched along with the dress. I look back down to her heels. Those are fuck me heels, I know all too well because it extends women’s legs and I can’t help but picture her bent over touching her toes. So I could get easy access into that sweet pussy. I groan lowly reaching for my gold chain and pendant rubbing it so I don’t flip my shit. I don’t want to fuck her right now. She’s not ready again, and I need her to be before I do anything else.
“Turn around,” I say.
King turns around and I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering what I’ll do first. Rip the dress in half, starting from the barely there hem. The shit sits right below her ass, if she bends over the wrong way, anyone can see that juicy pussy. I narrow my eyes. I stand straighter and begin walking. “Follow me,” I say.
“Cir, we don’t have time for this.” Boston says. “You can’t be late to your own club opening. That’s messy as hell.”
I shrug. “It’s not going anywhere plus, I’m the man of the hour, I’ll arrive when I want, not when I’m told to. Give me a second, dammit.”
Both Boston and Adriano snicker. I turn the corner, not even waiting for us to reach the room. I grab King and pull her flush to my body. “What are you trying to do to me? Do you want me to lose my shit, Kingsley? Because I can,” I warn her.
King looks up at me and just gazes at me as though she’s in a trance. “Tu me manques,” she says.
“What? I sleep in the same bed as you every night. I even hold you like you want me to. How can you miss me?” I ask. I don’t understand.
King shakes her head, looking down for a second then back up at me. She frowns. “I miss you being inside of me. I want to feel you again, Ciro.”
“So damned honest, aren’t you?” I say, feeling as I break out into a full-blown grin. I can feel the shift on my face.
“I just…” She stops what she’s about to say.
I push her to the wall and lean down, kissing her neck for a second. “I see that my mark on you has faded. Is that what you miss the most or just my dick? Tell me in detail, Kingsley or I won’t know exactly what it is,” I challenge her.
King blushes and this time, I can see the evidence on her chest and neck. She’s so fucking cute. I’ve never been into shy or innocent women but I guess this too has its advantages. I love making her blush, I can tell that she’ll still be honest with me. I give her a moment. I kiss down her exposed flesh, when I reach her breast I take a bite of it. She yelps as I sink my teeth in her skin. I’m making a mark. This time, it’s somewhere much more apparent since her hair is down. My hands come around, grabbing her ass cheeks. They’ve also filled in so much more and her plump little ass makes me want to smack it just to watch it bounce. I’ve never been with a woman with this much body, but for the first time, I really understand why men love shapely women.
“Before you begin,” I start. “Just know, this ass of yours, I’ll conquer. I can’t wait. It’s so damned plump now. Don’t think I didn’t notice or feel as you’d back it up on me while we slept. I’m not that much of a heavy sleeper,” I confess.
“Yeah, and each time, I could feel you get hard, but you did nothing about it.” she says.
“Yeah, because you need to be ready and needed to heal. I’m not a horn-dog that I can’t stop having sex. I may be ruthless, crazy, out of my damned mind and downright murderous, but even I have control with fucking. Just like I have control on when you’ll be feeling me so deep inside you, you’ll cry me a river.” I wink at her as my fingers trail down, reaching inside of her dress. Using my other hand, I hike her dress up. “This isn’t how I want to do it. Beg me, baby.”
“Please, Ciro.” She doesn’t even give it a second.
“Again.”
