His tongue moved slowly, then sharply, flickering over my clit as two fingers slid inside, curling them like he was summoning my orgasm to come to him. Clawing at the sheets, my back arched, teeth clenched to hold in my moans. His tongue slithered with the precision of a snake. Those same fingers curled inside of me, again, and again, and a-muthafuckin'-gain hitting that spot of mine that made my toes spell his name in ASL and my heart rupture.
I was spent, gone, breathless, and mute.
Fucked open in every way that mattered. Drenched and trembling as Honor slobbered all over my clit.
"You gon' cum, my baby," he muttered between passes of his tongue. "I wanna see your pussy cry for me the way my heart cries for you."
Honor knew what he was doing. He knew how to crack me open, whether it be soft or hard. That man knew my body. My breathing became ragged, and his hand slid up, not to soothe mebut to claim me. His palm pressed against my stomach, holding me down while he devoured me. My head shook, teeth biting into my bottom lip. It was right there… pussy tears threatening to erupt like a volcano. I didn't want to give him that. Not when our family was falling apart.
Honor didn't miss a thing. He knew. On the crease of my thigh, he bit hard. I cried out, then shattered. My whole body trembled as the orgasm hit, torn from me like a confession. Honor didn't stop. He never did until those tears sprayed from my lower lips. My head fell back, breath knocked out of my lungs.
"Honor—" I tried.
He didn't let me finish.
"You don't talk until I see my pussy cry," he growled, punctuating every word with a thrust of his dick. My walls clenched around him. I was so wet making every thrust loud and messy.
"You hear that?" he whispered, leaning in until his breath fogged against my cheek. "That's your pussy beggin' for me while you pretend you don't belong to me."
I bit my lip, but it didn't help. The moan still slipped out. Honor froze, then pulled his dick out slowly. The stretch of it burned in the best way.
"Don't make me repeat myself again."
He stared at me, then at his dick, glistening, coated in me. Thick and hard, with veins bulging.
"You gon' keep actin' mad?" he asked. "Even when your pussy is this fuckin' honest?"
I didn't answer. Honor's hand wrapped around my throat as he lined himself up and sank into me with one hard thrust. Slow but merciless, stretching me open with every thick inch until he was buried deep, balls heavy against me. A gasp caught in mythroat. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.
"Feel that?" Honor hissed in my ear, hips still. "Ain't no room for nothin' else in here. I fit like I was built for this pussy. The same way ain't no room in my heart for me to love another bitch. You been tripping lately 'bout a bitch who could never be you in my eyes."
Honor brutally ground his hips, and my entire body flinched.
"What do I gotta do for you to believe that it's you for me? Huh?"
"Honor!" I cried. Without having to say much, Honor began fucking my insecurities away.
"I should've fucked a baby into you the first time I had you," he growled. "Should've had you swollen, belly full of me. So, every time you'd look in the mirror, you'd see who the fuck I'm giving my legacy to."
My breath caught. Tears sprang to my eyes. From this great fuck, from the words, from the twisted ache in my chest that wanted what he said. Honor pulled out slowly, then slammed back in.
"That's what you want?" he muttered, mouth at my jaw. "Want me to put a baby in you? Want me to give you my legacy so you'll believe that I don't want anyone else?"
I whimpered, but he didn't give me time to answer. His hand moved back to my throat, his thumb tilting my chin up so he could stare into me while his other hand slid between our bodies to find my clit. The second his thumb touched it, I jerked.
"Say it," he ordered, breath ragged, his pace picking up. "Say you want me to put my baby in you."
"Honor—"
"Say it."
His thrusts turned punishing, hips slamming into mine.
"I want it," I cried, voice breaking. "I wanna have your baby. I wanna carry your legacy."
Honor's rhythm faltered for just a second, a half breath before he groaned deep in his chest and drove harder.
"I want that shit too," he snarled. "I want your body carrying the best part of me. Walkin' around full of my seed. Body marked by it."
