“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he says.
I nod, but I don’t even know if he sees.
“Stay on your stomach so we don’t put pressure on your back.” Then his cock is at my entrance, and he meets my eyes before he slides into me and says, “Words. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I reply, as he caresses my ass with his hand, palming it before he smacks it playfully. When he sees my reaction, pushing back toward him, he smacks my ass even harder. I yelp, and he ever so slowly pulls out to the tip and then back in as if he’s savoring the moment. There is some discomfort as I adjust to his size, but, oh my God, it feels so good at the same time.
When he’s seated all the way inside me, he stops, and I suck in a breath.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says on a groan.
I can’t form a reply.
I’m afraid to move.
This feels so good. And tight. And holy shit, he’s moving.
Kyson slides out, still slowly, and then repeats the process. He does this again and again, building a steady rhythm.
“Slap me,” I scream, as everything becomes too much. He does, hard, and the sting helps. “Again.” He does it again, never stopping his thrusts and keeping that slow and steady pace.
I push back, and I feel myself start to build.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers as he feels me tighten around him. “Just a little longer.” Kyson slaps my ass again even harder. It smarts, and I know it’s going to be sore after, as I feel the sting already. His hands move to my hips, and he starts plowing into me, not holding back. I give a small scream, and one of his hands slips between my legs and finds my swollen, sensitive clit, which he rubs in circles as he continues to fuck me.
Heaven, are you there?
Or maybe it’s the devil I should be thanking.
“Ohhh my.” I can’t control the scream that rips from me as he continues to thrust. After he removes his hand from my clit, he slaps my ass again, and I come even harder and stronger.
My elbows start to give out, but he snakes his arm around my torso, holding me up, continuing his steady pounding. Moans and groans that I don’t recognize come from my mouth and fill the otherwise silent room.
How can he…
“Fucking hell.” My whole body locks up tight, but that doesn’t stop him as he drives in even harder. It’s not pain I’m feeling. It’s my body getting ready for what’s to come. I try to count in my head to bring myself back down, hoping to prolong this sweet agony, but the pleasure takes over, and so does he, picking up his rhythm.
An orgasm tears through my body, and I have no alternative but to scream his name from my lips. There’s no stopping it.
Fifteen
Kyson
I’m not sure if she’s asleep or dead. Either way, she hasn’t moved.
“You’re leaking on my bed,” I inform her.
Kalilah cracks open one eye and closes it again before she speaks, “Shut up. It’s your cum, so what are you complaining about.”
“Are you in pain?”
“No, I need to pee, but I can’t fathom moving right now.”
I’ve showered, dried myself, and put on boxers, all while she hasn’t moved an inch. Her legs are hanging off the bed as she grumbles something unintelligible. I lean over and reach under her arms and lift her back toward me. Her feet touch the ground, and I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. She’s exhausted and fighting to keep her eyes open. I turn on the shower and wait until it’s warm before I place her on a built-in bench. The hot water hits her straight away, and she groans at the comfort it provides her.
“Do you plan to pee or to have me stand here all day?” I ask.
She opens her eyes. “I’m not peeing in front of you again, I barely know you. Last time I had an excuse, I was broken.”
“I just ate your cunt, so hurry the fuck up and pee so we can both go to sleep.”
“You have such a filthy mouth.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining when you came,” I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest while I stand at the end of the shower outside the spray area. She smirks and pees from her seat on the bench.
“Happy?” she asks.
“Please. Peeing is the last thing you should worry about. I’ve seen the inside of people’s brains. This is nothing. Now, hurry the fuck up.” I turn and grab the body wash and squeeze it onto the loofa, then hand her the loofa with the soap bubbled and ready to go.
She smiles as she takes it. “Maybe next time I’ll pee in your mouth.”
“Don’t talk dirty to me.” I smirk, and her groggy eyes go wide as she looks at me in shock. “Wash yourself,” I order.
She does but keeps an eye on me. “Is that your thing…your kink?” she asks, quieter now. “Because that is not something I want to do.”
“What if I said it was?” I challenge.
Kalilah thinks it over while she washes herself. “Well…” I wait, and when she looks up, she sees my smile. “You’re being a jerk.”
“Of course, I don’t want you to piss in my mouth. Though I do get that it’s a fetish, it isn’t one of mine.”
“What’s yours?” she asks.
“I like to fuck,” I reply immediately and move away to get a towel. When I come back, she’s where I left her, but she’s finishing up rinsing off the soap. I turn the faucet off and step in.
“Do you want to walk?” She shakes her head, so I wrap the towel around her, and she lifts her arms easily. When the towel is secure, I pick her up again.
“I could get used to this. Best treatment I’ve ever had after a fuck,” she mutters.
“What did you do last time?”
“I ran,” she says.
I stop dead and stare at her. “What?” I am unsure if I heard her correctly.
“I ran.”
“Why?” I take her to the bed and place her down. It doesn’t even occur to me that I should have walked Kalilah to her own bed until I climb in after her. She lies on her back and whines when she moves.
“Is it your back?” I ask.
She turns her head toward me. “No, my ass.”
I can’t help the smile that touches my lips, but then the question that’s been roaming around in my mind comes to the front, and I ask, “Why did you run?”
“Because I knew he would pass out after sex. It was the perfect time for me to get the hell away,” she whispers.
“Who from?”
“My husband,” she admits, dropping a bomb that I didn’t see coming. My gaze flicks to her hand that’s gripping the towel, and that’s when I see the outline of a ring that she must have worn for some time. “I haven’t told you because I wasn’t sure how…” She pauses. “But now that we’ve fucked, well, you should know I’m married.”
“I’ve fucked many married women,” I point out.
“Yeah, I get it. But—”
“Why did you run and not just leave him?”
“He was controlling. I saved enough money—well, I’ll rephrase…hid enough to get me by for a certain amount of time. But no one would hire me because I couldn’t use references. I knew if I did, he would find me, and I changed my surname. I’ve been getting by…barely. But I know he’ll be mad, fucking furious, actually, but I don’t care. I just want to be free of him.”