“I’m-” she rasped. “I’m going to cum, Karys.”
He kept his motion, massaging her tightness with his fingers, sucking her bud. Until she violently shook and her pussy locked around his fingers. Cyanna put her hands over her mouth trying to muffle the uncontrollable moans of pleasure. Karys stood pushed his fingers inside of her mouth and wrapped her trembling legs around him.
On the bed, he locked this view of her into his mind so when he dreamt, he could delight in how good the real thing was. Cyanna threw inhibition to wind and hurried to undress him before her sense returned, and she ran from this.
Karys balanced his weight over her. Fully naked, chiseled physique. The heaviness of his dick pressing at her opening.
“Let me in, Princess,” he groaned, taking her hands and pinning them over her head.
Cyanna locked eyes with him and spread her legs open wider. She’d been wrong about the champagne. She was almost as far gone as he was. Karys pushed inside her depths, stretching her with every stroke. With carnal delight in his eyes, he pushed all the way in and watched her come apart and then pull out to do it all over again.
“I-shit,” she moaned. “I – can’t.”
“We don’t run, Princess,” he growled in her ear, grinding in and out, making a mess of her over the comforter. “I can’t hear you.”
“The house…people,” she moaned. “Ya-”
“I told you, I don’t give a fuck about none of that. Come apart, I’ll put you back together.”
Cyanna wrapped her legs around him and accepted every inch of him. Every stroke, every growl of Princess sent herfurther over the edge. Far past the guilt of cheating. Past the anxiety of what this meant. And for tonight, while he was making her his finally, they both delighted in acceptance.
SIX
Cyanna
She’d woken up like someone pinched her out of her sleep. Karys was still to her left, snoring into the pillowcase. She was used to his snores, even the grip of her against him. It was the ache and strum between her thighs that shocked her back into reality. Hours of fucking her best friend and holding another man’s last name. Cyanna sighed, pushed her hands through her mangled hair. She didn’t let him inside once or twice. Four times. Letting the birthday boy fill her to the hilt every time.
“Shit,” she huffed to herself. The reality of acting out her inner-most fantasy sure his girlfriend was somewhere close.
Cyanna wiggled out of his hold, the evidence of him taking ownership in every ache, sting and burn of her body. Folded up, stuffed to the brim. Bitten, licked, sucked, spanked, voice burning from muffling her cries of pleasure into the pillow. She scanned the space for her underwear, dress, shoes, and clutch. Finding it, she dressed, pecked on her almost dead phone and ordered her JoyRide. She had to get out of here undetected.
Her heeled feet inched through the bedroom, and she stopped a moment to adore how handsome he was. Her kittypurred and she softly groaned. She had to go, otherwise she as going to sit on his handsome face and suck his thick dick until he was ready to fill her up again. No wonder the girls were throwing themselves at his feet, lining up to get picked; and the whole time, they owned each other. Fear had stunted the garden that was supposed to be blooming by now.
Cyanna nipped her quivering lip and zapped the tears. Why she was running again and not regulating – beyond her. She slipped out the house undetected and met her driver at the end of the driveway.
When she got home, she was met by the coldness of the loveless house. The wedding photos on the wall meant nothing. As Cyanna looked around, she couldn’t remember a time where their lovemaking was passionate. She initiated it. She dressed up for him. Thousands on lingerie he barely paid attention to her in. But this last year, no love, no care. Nothing.
Yeah, it was over. Her actions the night before and well into the morning confirmed that. Cyanna slipped out her heels, started her claw foot tub, removed her clothes and stepped in. She soaked the aches away but the memories of Karys devouring her played over and over again.
From her bath to the bed she’d spent most nights alone in, she drifted to sleep. When she woke up, it was well in to the evening. Her phone was dead, the house creaked with emptiness, and she laid there looking at her ring.
Cyanna sat up, pulled it off, and exhaled. “It’s really over.”
Her mind flashed back to that long stare while she walked hand-in-hand with Karys to the altar. Her mouth twitched with the need to lay all bare. “I love you. I want you. Tell me you love me, so I don’t have to do this.”
Silence lingering between them so thick it became unbearable to be around him for all of these years. Now, it felt like her heart and yoni were trying to leap out of her body toget back to him. Cyanna settled herself, found her phone, and plugged it up. At the kitchen counter with leftovers she waited for it to power on.
A slew of texts. Karys mainly, but enough from Luther to raise her brow. She knew what Karys wanted but Mr. Luther had her fate. She navigated to his text that simply read sorry. Multiple attachments. All of Damari and Jackie. Out to lunch. Prenatal appointments. Baby shopping. Boarding a flight. It’d been right in front of her face the whole time. It all made sense now. She couldn’t be supported in her pregnancy because he was in it with her. Every smile, every false act of concern. They were in this for the long game. And if Cyanna could remember the first night she spent alone, this had been happening for at least a year and a half.
“Wow,” she announced to no one but herself. Then, she laughed bitterly and wiped the tears that had the nerve to form. This was all for the sake of feeling like he won. He got the girl that Karys wanted and taunted her in his face. Had she inherited the gang politicking ways from her father, she would have told Luther to erase his existence. But that couldn’t be on her conscience. What she wanted more was to watch him crumble in front of her when she took his life.
A call came through – Mr. Luther.
She cleared her throat before she answered. “I saw it.”
“I’m really sorry, babygirl.”
“Don’t be. Any idea how long?” she asked.
