Page 76 of The Bonds We Break
I pull away from him and stand between his knees. “Rose is already on eyeliner. It will take an age to catch up with her.”
He puts his arms over the back of the sofa, his hard cock straining at his jeans. “You’re fine as you are, and my cock would really like you to catch up with him instead. You want to be more than a captive, than insurance? Get on your knees and show me you’re grateful.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and runs his eyes up and down my body.
“It’s fucked up how that works.”
“What can I say, sunbeam? I’m one of your accelerators.”
“When I don’t want to kill you.”
King laughs and tips his chin toward the floor between his feet. “Sooner you’re on your knees choking on my cock, sooner you can go get ready.”
I battle my inner dialogue and the deep pulsing in my clit. One says no. The other says do it.
“Crawl to me, Rae. On your hands and knees. Show me how much you want my cock.”
I drop to the floor, but with it comes a feeling of power. That King wants me and no one else.
The wooden floor is cool beneath my palms. Mixed with the feeling of submission is something utterly thrilling. I see it in King’s eyes, the way he watches me. The way he strokes his already erect cock as if desperate for relief. I feel like a panther stalking its prey. Meeting King’s needs fulfills me in a way I never thought possible.
The denim of his jeans is rough beneath my fingertips as I trail them up his thighs. With care, I open the button and zipper. He’s wearing the black boxer briefs he always wears, and his cock springs up as I free it.
I allow saliva to pool beneath my tongue as I look up at him. He might not be able or willing to articulate what he feels for me, but I see a softness in his eyes that reassures me I’m precious to him.
Instead of licking the underside as I usually do before working my way to his head, I place my mouth over his thick crown and suck as much as I can into my mouth.
My cheeks hollow as he groans. “Rae, fuck.”
I slide off him, using my hand and saliva in three slow tugs.
When he raises an eyebrow, I laugh and return to him, sucking him in farther and deeper.
King palms my cheek. “While sliding down the back of your throat is heaven, you do that and there’s no way we’re leaving the house tonight. Just take the edge off for me, yeah?”
It’s funny, but I understand exactly what he means. Sometimes you have orgasms that rock your world, sometimes they calm you after a stressful day, and sometimes they’re just a fun little blip in an otherwise tedious day.
I do as he asks and focus on the head of his cock, stroking in time with my hand. He smells musky, a scent I’m coming to love. But it’s the soft moans, the muttered curses, and endearments that make me feel like his equal.
“Your mouth ...” he grunts without finishing the sentence. But his tone tells me all I need to know.
Your mouth feels so good.
Your mouth is magic.
I lick the long vein on his underside, my eyes on his the whole time. He hisses in air between his teeth as he slips his fingers into my hair. He wants to watch, likes the visual.
I like to see him lose control. His cock twitches in my hand, between my lips, as a low-grade arousal throbs through my clit.
“Fuck, Rae.” His grip tightens in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. “Such a good girl.”
He’s edging closer. I increase the speed of my hand, increase the force of my suction.
Periodically, I flick his slit with the tip of my tongue.
His hips move upward. “Take it for me,” he grunts.
And I do, I swallow everything he gives me as he arches up on the sofa, his whole body straining as he comes.
The groan he emits starts low in his belly.
