KING
She glides like silk underwater, and my emotions race through the water right along with her. Not in anger, more like desperation and frustration rolled into one. All night she’s been winding me up.
I came up here to talk but now won’t be able to leave until she’s crying my name and watching my come leak from her body.
Everything else be fucking damned.
Jesus, I had no fucking idea who she was. Now that I do, I should be far away from here but there’s a whole lot about her that makes staying away fuckin’ impossible.
Trying to hold a conversation with the boys was nearly unbearable when I felt each beat of her heart like a nail being jammed into my temple. And her scent sends me wild. I was constantly adjusting my cock. Being in the same room as her again was torture. I’ve never been into sugar and spice or anything nice, but her bubble-gum sweetness is a drug, and I’m forever going to be an addict.
Her name has been stuck in an endless loop inside my head. She’s in me deep, taking over my thoughts, overriding the cold fact she’s my daughter’s age, and one of the girls who I owe mylife to after rebuilding my daughter. How can I come between Raney and Tristan, but I can’t even contemplate walking away.
Watching her hair float around her, I’m struck once again by her stunning beauty, but it’s more than skin deep. She’s like the incarnation of some water nymph goddess with all the good qualities in her heart and mind. I’m lock, stock, and barrel a devout follower in whatever sect worships her. Clearly that comes with another set of risks too because the thought of anyone besides me being fucking obsessed with her has my rage building up again.
Bubbles float up from her open lips, and my clothes drop off. I’m underwater, breathing into her mouth before either of us can take another blink. It’s a chaotic reunion. She squeezes life back into me as her nails scour over my shoulders in a desperation that matches my own.
We clash, intention and desire in every brutal kiss and touch. No shit, it’s the reunion I’ve needed. I feel like I’ve been away from her for years, as opposed to mere hours.
The way she tastes sends my head spinning more than a bottle of Jack. And as much as I fucking love her taste, I press my forehead against hers to give us both the fucking chance to take a lungful of sweetened air. In some ways the smallest of reprieves is both better and worse for the chaos she brings to my life. Seeing the way her shoulders rise and fall with each heavy inhale because I feel like I’m struggling to get any oxygen too. And I don’t want this woman to ever struggle because of me.
I park her ass on the edge of the tub before I let my arms go from around her. “Lie back, killer. I need to eat.”
Not only does Tristan fall backwards, but she also shuffles forward and pushes her hips up, her slit right there, level with my mouth. Dropping my hands to her inner thighs, my thumbs spread her pussy wide open, her little pink clit is swollen and wet. I pull her apart more, watching her open up.
“You know this is mine?” I ask, not waiting for an answer but instead flattening my tongue and licking my way into her sweet cunt.
Fuck, the taste of her and the noises she makes have me wanting to flip her over and fuck her hard. But before I can do just that, she digs her fingers through my hair and holds my mouth to her body, grinding her pussy over my face. She takes and takes and takes, but I give just as much. The first time she comes, she soaks my face, and I don’t wipe her come off my face as I sit back.
I move her to the edge of the spa and bend her legs before I guide them back towards her ears. Never seen a prettier sight either, her rosebud asshole on display, wet from my mouth and the gush of her pussy. Swooping back in, I eat her out, my tongue burying nice and deep in her before I suck on her pearly clit again.
“King,” she begs, and I watch as her body twitches in eagerness.
All thoughts of further tonguing her disappear when I witness the way her body actually needs. With a release of her legs, I am soon knocked at her entrance, my head spinning at how I have to feel her pussy quivering around my knot. I surge inside in one powerful thrust before pulling all the way out again.
“You want this?” I ask, waiting until she looks at me before I rut inside her tight pussy.
The way we fit together is like nothing I’ve experienced. Without exaggeration, it’s as if she’s an extension of myself. How we move is mind blowing, our bodies doing their own thing.
“Stop.” She moans when I’m in as deep as I can.
One word falls from her luscious lips and the whole fucking world and I pull to an instant and grinding halt. All I can hear is the mix of our ragged breathing, all I can feel is her body holdingme tight, dragging me closer. Her eyes are wide and dilated but they’re glazed in wonderment too, her scent stronger now.
“Do you feel that?” Her loud voice is full of wonder.
Without explaining whatthatis, I know. It’s this crazy connection between us. It’s instant and immediately intimate, and within moments I feel her like I’ve never felt another person before. Whatever you want to call it—bond, rekindling, connection—keeps getting stronger and stronger the more I’m around her. I’m not a poet or overly educated, but I understand what we share is an amazing thing. “Yeah, killer, I feel that.”
She drops her forehead to mine, her mouth open so we’re trading air. “I swear, King, if you tell me this won’t work…”
“Do I look like I’m fuckin’ saying that?”
Tristan smirks before slamming her lips to mine, sealing our fate.
We move as one: her arms band around me, mine around her, and I spin us, putting my back against the wall in the corner. When I sit, her feet come up on the ledge and she tips her hips as I start moving again in smaller, harder intentional thrusts.
“Put your knot in me,” she pleads, her mouth against the shell of my ear, her breathing straining under the pleasure and pressure as I do what she asks. Her body opens up and again I’m struck by this sense of rightness.
My palms cover her ass cheeks, and I rub her over my knot, taking her orgasm even higher. But it doesn’t stop; her pussy squeezes me so tight I feel lightheaded. When her mouth drops over the one spot no other person has touched and she simulates a claiming bite, I come without sound, without fucking breathing.
