Page 30 of Sinful King
“I need you.”
She took a deep staggering breath and fell backward on the bed, robe open with her legs spread and dark brown lace covered in her essence on display.
I hummed, walked around the bed and sat on the other side, letting my towel fall and dick free.
“I need you too,” I said, wanting her to know even though she didn’t deserve to. “Come sit on it, Amoy. Let me fill your cup.”
She was in front of me in barely a blink. I reached out, pushed my fingers into her hair and palmed the back of her head.
“Fill mine, too?”
Our lips met and all my anger and disappointment disappeared. Blair made it all better even when she was the cause.
My only cure-all was her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, stepping back to pull her thong off. “Sorry, I broke our promise, Oisin.”
This apology and the first were genuine.
“It’s because I love you so deep that I’m feeling so… hurt about it.”
If we were gonna talk then I had to be honest, too.
Especially about my feelings. Giving her the silent treatment was one thing, but leaving her in the dark about how what she did made me feel wouldn’t be fair.
This was the love of my life right here, straddling me with her wet pussy lips hugging the tip of my dick.
I put my hands under her thighs and she lifted, only lowering herself after I poked at her entrance.
“Fuckk,” we said in unison as her pussy met my skin, all of me buried deep inside her walls.
“Hurting you is my only regret,” Blair whispered, lips to my ear as she began to slowly slide up and down the length of me. “You matter most to me. I’ll tell you everything I can, like I should’ve from the start.”
She throbbed around me; I couldn’t take it anymore and flipped us, pressing her body into the mattress with mine and fucking her hard and deep.
With one leg lifted and pushed back and the other flat on the bed, Blair met my strokes like a pro.
“Oisin, don’t stop. Ke-Keep fucking me like that.”
I pulled out and she screamed, her eyes wild and hips still thrusting as if I hadn’t moved.
“No more pleasure for you, Amoy. You can cum when my feelings aren’t hurt anymore.”
She growled in frustration and I chuckled.
“And where do you plan to get off?”
Our eyes clashed and I tipped my head.
The fuck was she trying to say?
“Get off?” I asked, snatching her to me by the ankles. “The only pussy I been getting off in all these years is yours. The only pussy I want to get off in is yours. You tryna make me angry?”
“No,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. “That was frustrated me talking. But you’re making yourself suffer, too. Why?”
Because I was out of my mind, that’s why.
If she wasn’t cuming, why the fuck should I?
