Page 24 of The Bonds We Break
Even when I feel the knife-edge of danger.
“You really don’t want this, huh?” he says, watching my actions.
“You have no idea what I do and don’t want, King. You aren’t taking anything away from me by doing this.” It’s the closest thing to honesty I’m prepared to give him.
King shocks me by moving to the edge of the bed. He reaches for my ankles and tugs me so hard that both me and the bedding slide down to meet him. He positions my heels on the baseboard and then lifts my hips. “You get my tongue for as long as you keep that ass raised.”
He leans forward and swipes his tongue from my ass to my clit. It’s dirty and coarse, and I love it. His tongue is in turns wide and then thick. He laps at me, then invades me. When he flicks my clit, my legs start to shake.
God, I want to come.
I’ve given up on trying to have orgasms with men and stick to chasing them with success on my own, but everything about this moment makes me wish if I could have one, I’d have it here.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and a gasp escapes me. I clutch the crumpled sheets at my side as I grind my pussy against him.
The tension in my legs from lifting my hips is starting to burn, but I don’t want this to end. I want this feeling of connection. I want this moment of feeling like a sexual being. I screw up my eyes, trying to focus on all that. Breathing through it in the hope if I relax, it might happen.
“God,” I gasp, as the burn in my thighs becomes too much. “No.” I don’t want to drop, but my legs give out on me.
Tears sting my eyes as my back hits the bed.
King flips me over before I have time to catch a breath. “Crawl up the bed on your knees like a good girl.”
I’m chasing the one thing I know I won’t get. But I do as he says, willing this moment to last. I want the high that comes with feeling out of control. The high that comes with chasing sexual needs with another person. I’ve had so many men give up on our relationship because they never understood how to navigate this with me. When they realized I rarely came, they would simply chase their own needs in record time, given I wasn’t going to come anyway.
But I want this.
Icravethis.
I do as King says, and when I’m positioned, I look over my shoulder at him. He’s watching my pussy as I move, and it makes me open my legs a little wider. He takes his cock in his hand and squeezes it tightly as if staving off his own orgasm.
When the bed sags as he finally joins me, I sigh in relief. He isn’t gentle when he climbs behind me and nudges the head of his cock through my folds. The fact he went down on me is my saving grace. But I push back against him, to meet him. I want to chase how I felt minutes ago when his face was between my legs.
“Fuck,” he grunts. He withdraws and slides home.
It stings. He’s larger than the men I’m used to. I don’t hate it.
His hand clamps the back of my neck, and he forces my head down onto the bed.
Immediately, the surge of feelings I had moments ago returns.
King begins to move in earnest, and I gasp at the power of it.
I grip the sheets again to try and stop from sliding forward with every forceful thrust.
When I try to look up at him, he moves his hand, sliding it so his fingers reach my cheek, keeping me pressed against the coarse sheets.
All I can take is what this angry man wants to give me, as he restricts my movement and limits my choices.
I hate that he’s silent.
I hate that he isn’t talking to me.
But it doesn’t stop the feelings from building.
King’s speed increases. I’m close.
“Fuck,” King shouts again. Only this time his motion turns jerky as he comes deep inside me.
