The earth below me felt like it shook as an orgasm rocketed throughout my entire body. My body spasmed and jerked, making me latch tightly onto King's head. I pulled at his hair as I bucked wildly against the wall. My body seemed to be acting on its own and I felt my head falling from side to side as pleasure ripped through my body.
“Oh, God,” I cried out over and over again, unable to even think rationally as he fucked me harder with his fingers, ramming them so deep inside of me.
“You like that, baby?” King's voice cut through the noise in my head like a spotlight from a lighthouse on a foggy night at sea.
What he was doing to me felt so fucking good. “Yes, yes, yes,” I muttered softly as the orgasm wound down.
I felt shivers spreading throughout my entire body and my hair standing on end even as the pleasure subsided. My breathing was heavy and my hair was a mess, but King didn't seem to mind. Standing up, he grabbed my hands again, holding them above my head.
“You like that, Abbie?” he asked, his breath hot against my skin.
“Yes,” I managed to choke out. “I like it a lot. I want more. I need more. Please...”
“Good. I'm glad you liked that, princess,” he said, a devious smirk on his face. “Because if you liked that, you're really going to like what I'm going to do to you next...”
King let my hands go and dropped down to his knees. There was a glint in his eyes as he slid my panties down, taking them completely off of me and tossed them onto the floor. Looking up at me with those deep blue eyes, he winked before leaning forward, burying his face into my pussy, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. The feeling of his mouth on me caused me to jump and shudder again. I was still so sensitive, especially after my orgasm, but King went to town anyway, burying his tongue deep inside of me.
I moaned loudly as his mouth worked its magic on me and, before I knew it, I felt another bout of pleasure tearing through my body. Not yet an orgasm, but pretty damn close. My knees grew weak, but King wasn't going to let me falter. He held me there, pressing me into the alcove wall and holding me upright as he explored my most intimate parts with his tongue. From the sounds he made, he seemed to enjoy himself immensely. He moaned and groaned against me, lapping up my juices as he went. His hands held onto my ass, pulling me into him and driving his tongue even deeper inside of me.
“Oh my God, baby,” I gasped. “More. Don't stop, baby. Keep going.”
Without meaning to, my hands went to his head and before I knew it, I was pushing him closer and closer to me, wanting more and more of his tongue inside of me. He obeyed my command and flicked his tongue in and out of my opening, taking turns to tease my clit while he was at it. I almost lost it when he began to finger fuck me while he sucked on my clit. The sensations were overwhelming and I thought I was going to be pulled under, lost beneath a wave of the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt in my life.
He stopped just as I felt another orgasm approaching, staring up at me with my juices all over his face. He licked his lips, appearing to savor the way I tasted before smiling at me and going back down again. My body trembled as his fingers found their way back inside of me and his tongue found my clit once more.
This man just never stopped! He kept at it, stopping right before my climax, slowing the pace just so I would come close, but never letting me finish. I moaned and gasped – partly in pleasure and partly in frustration. He was driving me crazy. I wanted to come so badly. I needed it. I felt like my body was going to explode if he didn't let me finish – but King knew that, knew what he was doing, and was enjoying making me wait and wait for release.
He was in complete control over my body, and while it drove me crazy, I had to admit I loved every second of it. It was new. Exciting. And so goddamn pleasurable.
“Please, baby,” I moaned, feeling myself come right up to that edge again and fearing he'd stop to tease me some more. “Please, King. Please, please, please,” I begged, my voice getting higher and higher as the pleasure rose within me. “Let me come, baby. I need to explode.”
He said nothing, didn't acknowledge me in any way, but his tongue sped up, licking me faster, going deeper than before, and he didn't stop.
“Please, King,” I cried out just as the orgasm crashed into me, hitting me harder than ever before.
Nothing in my life had ever felt so good than that moment. All his teasing, all the pulling back at the last minute, all the bringing me to that brink only to deny me again made this orgasm so incredibly intense. My whole body shuddered and I almost fell over. It was so intense, I lost all control of my body and King had to continue holding me up. He held onto my ass, squeezing it and pulling me to him so his mouth never left me.
I screamed out his name, pulling on his hair and losing all control.
My words no longer made sense. Nothing made sense.
But as my body once again returned to normal, the pleasure slowly fading away, King was still there.
And from the way he looked up at me, he wasn't finished with me yet.
“I told you I'd make it up to you,” he said.
“That you did,” I said, finally regaining my breath.
“But don't think we're finished yet, princess,” he said, grabbing my hands and pinning me against the wall. “Because now it's my turn to have some fun.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
ABBIE
I heard the sound of his zipper and knew what it meant. King pulled his jeans down and moved my hand to his cock. As soon as I touched it, my eyes grew wide and I had to look down to see if it was real – and to my amazement, it was. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed it tight.
He was thick, solid and long. As big as one might expect for a man his size. Straight and hard, there was pre-cum oozing out the top, which I slid around with my finger. Both his hands were pressed against the wall behind me as he leaned into me, kissing me as I tightened my grip on his cock and stroked it. Gently, I stroked just the tip before moving my hand up and down over the length of him. He groaned deeply with his tongue inside my mouth, shuddering against me as I jacked him off. It took both hands to fully please him, and I moved slowly at first, but quickened the pace as his body reacted to my touch. I felt him shudder and heard him moan. I knew he liked what I was doing – especially since he thought he was still in control. But I was about to show him that he might not be as in control as he thought himself to be.
Before he could stop me or react in any way, I dropped to my knees and looked up at him with the most devious expression I could muster.
“Now it's your turn,” I whispered, my mouth inches away from his cock.
The look on his face – I thought he might lose it right then and there. I was half afraid that he was going explode all over my face from me just talking about sucking his cock, from him feeling my warm breath all over it.
But King was stronger than that; he apparently had more willpower than the average man. Or at least had more willpower than any of the men I'd ever been with. But, of course, I was sure that he had to, what with how many women he'd probably slept with over the years. I was still relatively inexperienced compared to him, but I was going to do my absolute best to give him as wild of a ride as he gave me. Besides, I needed a bit of a rest before he shoved that giant dick inside of me. And I wanted to be good and ready for when he did.
I took just the tip of him inside of my mouth. At first, it was all I could manage. The sheer thickness of his cock made my jaw ache. But I was going to do the best I could and took him inside my mouth – slowly – and slid as far down as I could, making up the difference with my hand. Using my mouth, my tongue, and my hand in conjunction, I found a pace, moving up and down on his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue a bit after each stroke, catching my breath at the same time. I could tell by his shudders and the gasps I heard from him that he was enjoying my efforts.
Breathe, Abbie, I told myself, going down again, taking even more of him into my mouth and down my throat. I fought off the u
rge to gag, but just barely. I slowly moved back up, using my tongue to lick the sides of his cock. When I pulled him from my mouth, I looked up at him and smiled. He looked at me with an expression that was almost awestruck. I tightened my grip on him, squeezing him as tight as I could and began stroking his saliva-soaked shaft with my hand. He just stared at me as if this was the sexiest thing any woman had ever done for him.
I knew that had to be a lie. I wasn't the first woman to suck his cock. I had zero illusions about that. But from the look in his eyes and the way he gazed at me, you wouldn't know it. You would think that he was a virgin and was enjoying everything I was doing to him for the first time.
I stroked him harder, jerking him of faster as I used my tongue on the tip of his dick. His hands were now tangled in my hair as he pulled ever so slightly, pushing me down on to his cock once more. I went back down, took him into my mouth and felt him push my head down into him, forcing me to take more of him into my mouth. With his hands, he guided me up and down on him, making me go faster and faster, and for a bit. My mouth was stretched so wide and he filled my mouth so completely, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My jaw ached and I felt like I just might gag, but I didn't want to stop. No, I wanted this. I wanted to make him moan my name.
His body shuddered against me, and the sounds coming from him were delightful. Hearing the absolute pleasure in his moaning got me hotter and wetter than before. I wanted him to slam his cock inside of me – but not just yet. I was going to let the tension build for a few moments longer. His voice was gravelly, throaty and deep as he moaned, calling my name over and over again as fucked my mouth.
I thought maybe, just maybe, he might finish this way. I thought he was going to lose control and blow his seed deep into my mouth. I prepared myself to take the explosion, prepared myself for the rush down my throat, or at least tried to. I didn't want to choke on it, and he was so close, so very close. I could tell by how fast he was breathing, the way he was pulling and pushing on my head and the animalistic grunting coming from his mouth.
He was losing control, and fast.
But King never lost control, no way. And he wasn't ready to be finished with me yet. Yanking my hair, he pulled my head back and away from his body completely, staring down at me with a look of pure and utter need.
I had to admit, the way he held onto my hair hurt. It hurt a lot. But I was surprised to find that I also liked it. I stared up at him, feeling like a ragdoll at his disposal. Whatever King wanted, King would get it. He could make me do anything and everything he wanted. He was using me and I didn't want him to stop.
He pulled me up by my hair, a harsh sound coming from his throat as he said, “I need to be inside you, Abbie. Now. Right fucking now.”
And truthfully, I needed him to be inside of me, too. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter at the idea of being fucked by King. My body burned with desire as I imagined feeling his cock buried deep inside of me. And the heat was rising throughout my entire body.
He didn't ask me if I wanted it, just pressed me back into the alcove, his hands wrapped around my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his body and clasped my hands behind his neck, locking myself into place. He smiled and I felt him pressing against my opening. The tip of him pressed against me, teasing me some more. Why must he tease me so?
“Please King,” I asked, begging him. “Please put it in. Fuck me, baby. I need – “ but I seemed to have lost the power of speech entirely when I felt him thrust himself deep inside of me. I couldn't finish what I was saying and could barely finish a thought as the pleasure ripped through my like a lightning bolt. The rest of what I was about to say was lost and came out as a strangled, half scream. He winced as I moaned and dug my nails deep into his back.
He let out a nice, long groan as he slid inside of me, stretching me wide open. It almost hurt. And from the look on his face, maybe I was the tightest woman he'd ever been with because, for a moment, I feared he might cum from simply entering me. I felt his body shudder and tighten up. I saw him look at me and watched the veil of self-control descend over his eyes once more. He may have been on the brink of letting go and filling me up with his seed, but he'd somehow managed to walk himself back from that precipice. And just in the nick of time.
Of course, King had an iron will and wasn't about to lose control that easily. He just stood there a moment, buried deep inside of me, holding me up, allowing our bodies to get used to one another before the real fun began.
He stood there, holding me up with his eyes closed. He took a couple of moments to get his breathing under control once more. He composed himself and it was only about a minute before he started thrusting himself in and out of me. He was pressing me against the wall, pounding his cock into me with a brute, animalistic force – I almost feared he might push me through the wall and into whatever laid behind it.
My head fell forward onto his shoulder and I bit down, drawing a small yelp from him. But I no longer had control of my body and he just pounded away, grunting and groaning as each thrust went deeper inside me, stretching me to my limits and bringing a whole new meaning to the word bliss – well that, and the concept of pain making pleasure that much better and more intense. That was very, very true.
King's breathing was growing a little ragged and he was losing his grip on my ass – I could feel myself slowly sliding down the wall. As I slipped, though, he picked me up again and continued to drive his cock deep into me. But the pleasure and the fucking were beginning to take its toll. He picked me up and I tightened my grip around his neck as I wrapped my legs firmly around his body. I kissed his neck, running the tip of my tongue along his collarbone as he carried me down the hallway and into the main bar area. He placed me on the table of the booth we'd been sitting at not all that long ago, freeing his hands to explore other parts of my body.
He took my breast into his hand, lowering his mouth to my nipple once more. And just like before, it was like my tits had an electrical current that led directly to my pussy as he sucked my nipple with his cock still sheathed inside of me. My body writhed against him. I threw my head back and started bucking my lower body against him, squeezing his cock with my spasming pussy.
King lifted his head, stared deep into my eyes and growled, “Turn around and bend over,” he demanded. It wasn't a question or a request, but was a command delivered in his hoarse, almost out of breath voice.
I whimpered as he slipped his cock out of my warm, wet pussy. But he wasn't about to wait for me to obey. He grabbed me and flipped me around, my body now facing the table. It felt like he was being run on pure, primal instinct. On pure need and desire. He pressed against my opening again, and this time just went for it, burying himself deep into my pussy, drawing a loud scream from me.
My nails found the wood table, digging into them as I screamed out in pleasure while he pounded himself into me from behind. He held onto my legs as he moved in and out of me, groaning like an animal as he fucked me. I glanced back over my shoulder and could see beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His face and hair were drenched and, damn, he looked sexier than ever. King caught me staring and smiled, raising his hand and giving my ass a firm slap. It sent a rolling wave of pain through my lower half, but that wave was quickly wiped out by another, larger wave of pleasure.
“Again,” I begged him, my throat dry, my voice hoarse.
He raised his hand again, smacking me harder this time. I pushed myself back into him, taking even more of his cock into me as I moaned.
“You like that, naughty girl?” he asked me, licking his lips. “And here I thought you were a goody-two shoes type.”
So did I, honestly. I always had been the goody two shoes type. For better or for worse, it was part of me – as were other things. But something about King brought out the vixen within me. I was insatiable and I only wanted to feel him slamming himself into me again and again and again.
“Again,” I begged.
This time, when he slap
ped my ass, I could tell it was going to leave a mark. It hurt, but it also heightened the pleasure as he continued fucking me.
“You like it a bit rough, princess?” he asked me, bending over so he could growl in my ear. “Because I'll show you rough.”
He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, and making me choke out a screech of pleasure. Just as he pulled my head back though, he shoved himself, full force, into me. The table I was bent over shook from the force of his pounding. I feared it might collapse, but that didn't stop him. And I didn't want him to stop. Tables could be replaced. This sort of intense pleasure was priceless.
Again, I could tell he was getting close, so very close to spilling his seed inside of me. I squeezed him tight, trying to milk the cum from him.
“Oh fuck, Abbie,” he said, gripping my waist with his hands, burying his nails into my flesh.
For a moment, I thought he was coming – but he wasn't. Hell, I think he thought he was, too, but, somehow, he regained control. He hadn't shot his load just yet.
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