Page 15 of The Spirit Of My Savage
Between kisses and moans, I gasped, “What are we doin’? Can this even happen?”
His lips found my neck, and he licked, sucked, and bit me. “I don’t even know, but I fuckin’ miss this pussy so much.” That was all it took. Our clothes were off within seconds. I couldn’t stop squirming, lips parted, breath stuck in my throat as he looked at me with his eyes low. “Damn, baby,” he muttered, voice deep and rough as his fingers found their way to my pussy. “Wet ass pussy. You drippin’ for me like I never left.”
I let out a shaky moan, hips bucking up into his hand. He kissed me hard as his fingers circled my clit slowly. I clutched the back of his neck and rolled my hips. “Shit, King…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“That feel good?” he asked low, lips brushing mine, eyes locked on me, watching every damn reaction.
I nodded, breathless. “You know I miss you.”
He slid two fingers deep inside me, and I gasped, damn near folded on the spot. My nails scratched down his back as he curled them just right and brought his thumb back to my clit. I was already cumming. He still knew what to do to me.
“Look at you,” he growled, eyes flicking down to where I was dripping all over his fingers. “I can’t believe you let this nigga touch this. He ain’t deserve it.”
“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry…”
He kissed down my stomach, tongue hot against my skin, taking his damn time. My thighs were trembling, my hands tangled in his braids, and when he spread my legs wide and buried his face between them, I damn near screamed.
“Kamari… oh my God…”
He sucked my clit hungrily, humming like he missed the taste, like this was his first meal in three years and he wasfeasting. His tongue flicked, swirled, licked me in circles that had my eyes rolling back and my mouth falling open in pure fucking bliss.
I gripped the sheets, moaning out his name, legs wrapped around his shoulders. “Babe, I’m gonna… oh, shiiiit…”
“Mmhmm,” he said, voice dark and smooth, not stopping for a second. “You know what the fuck to do.”
I came so hard, I felt like I was going to blackout. My whole body shook with it, my back arched, breath ragged as I fell apart on his tongue. Before I could even catch it, King was kissing his way up my body. Then, he lifted me onto his lap.
“Ride this dick like you miss it, baby,” he growled, his hard dick rubbing against my folds, thick and throbbing and ready.
I nodded fast, still coming down from the high but already needing more. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’mma ride the fuck outta this dick.”
“That’s my baby.” In one swift motion, he slid in deep, making me bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming. My pussy clenched around him instantly. He groaned low in my ear, voice damn near demonic. “Oh, my God. I fuckin’ miss you.”
We moved slowly at first. Deep. Sensual. His hands gripped my ass while I rode him, forehead pressed to his, eyes closed like we were trying to memorize this moment for good. I could feel every inch of him, feel him stretching me, loving me, owning me.
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me messily, tongue all in my mouth. “You deserve happiness, baby,” he grunted between kisses.
“I love you,” I moaned back.
King flipped me over onto my back, dick still inside, and pinned my wrists above my head as he started stroking again. This time, his strokes were harder, deeper, and rougher. The kind of strokes I missed more than anything. My moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls. His chain smacked against my chest. His sweat dripped down onto my skin. I swear it felt like he was trying to fuck his soul back into my body.
“You feel me?” he asked low, hips snapping harder.
“Yessss! You know I do!”
“Fuck. I don’t want this shit to end.”
I shook my head fast, crying now. “Never. I swear to God, babe… never.” He slowed down, but went deeper, pulling my leg over his shoulder and hitting that spot that had me clawing at the sheets. My voice cracked with every moan. “Fuuuckkk!!!”
“Nut on this dick, baby,” he said, watching me like a man possessed. “Lemme feel that sweet shit.”
He reached for my left nipple and pinched it just right, knowing nipple play drove me fucking crazy. “I’m cum… I… oh my Godddd! Kamari!!!”
He pounded into me with that hood power stroke that had my body convulsing. He bit his bottom lip and watched me unravel, his name the only thing I could scream as I lost control all over again. He pulled out and nutted all over the sheets, professing his love. “I love you, Skylah. Fuck, baby. I love you so much,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “A nigga don’t wanna let you go.”
“I… I love you too,” I breathed, weak and shaking under him. “Why you pull out?” Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched King climb off the bed and yank the sheets off before. He got back on the bed and pulled me into his chest. I could barely breathe, still floating. Still questioning. “I know you heard me, Kamari.”
And right before sleep took me, I heard him whisper back, “Get some sleep, baby.”
