My hands went to his chest because there was no way they couldn’t go there. It was glistening with his sweat, heaving with his labored breaths, and covered in the most fantastic art. I leaned up and licked his nipple.
He groaned and fisted my hair, forcing my head back roughly. His lips came back to mine. His tongue slid in and out of my mouth, moving in sync with my own. He rocked against me, and I no longer felt like my body was my own.
“I need to hear you say it, pup. Say you want this, and it’s yours. Tell me you want me,” King panted.
He pushed my jeans and panties down over my ass. He’d only gotten them to my knees when he leaned down and dove in, flattening his tongue against my clit. I almost leapt out of the truck at the sensation, but finally settled when he held me down by my thighs. Over and over again, he licked me and sucked on my folds. His tongue pushed inside me. If it wasn’t for him holding me down, I would’ve crushed his head with my legs.
He wasn’t just licking me to make me come.
He was kissing me down there just like he was kissing my lips, my mouth. He was making out with my pussy.
A pressure started to build in my lower stomach, and I writhed under him, seeking the release I needed.
King mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out as I neared the edge. I was about to jump off into the most amazing life-changing orgasm when suddenly he was gone, and the cool night air brushed against all the parts of me that he’d made sopping wet.
Suddenly all too aware that I was lying there with my legs spread, my nakedness fully exposed to him. My cheeks flushed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, breathless like I’d just run a marathon.
King leaned back in his seat. Other than his raging hard-on straining against the front of his jeans, he looked completely unaffected by what we’d almost done.
“I’m not going to take you unless you tell me you want me. If you can’t say the words while I’ve got my tongue in your pussy, then it’s not something you really want. I told you before, when I fuck you, it’s going to be because you want it so bad you’ll be begging for it.”
“When you touched me,” I said slowly, “did it not seem like I wanted it? Did it not seem like I wanted you?”
King shook his head.
“Your body wants me. Just like my body wants you. But if you can’t say the words, there’s an underlying problem. What’s got you so wrapped up that you can’t tell me you want me when you’re obviously about to come apart around me?” King leaned in, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. “Are you still afraid of me?”
My eyes shot up to his. Is that what he thought? Sure, he was scary as shit, and at one point, I’d feared what he might do to me. But, he hasn’t hurt me. He hasn’t done anything but give me a place to stay and food to eat.
Because of him, I found a friend in Preppy.
Because of him, I was living in a state of the female equivalent of blue balls.
“No,” I answered honestly. “I was. I mean, you can be a lot to take in.”
“Yes, that I am.” He glanced down at his erection.
I licked my lips wondering what he would taste like in my mouth.
“No,” he groaned. “Don’t you go looking at me like that. We need to have this conversation. If you keep looking at me like that, any resolve I have to stop is going to disappear, and I will bend you over the hood of this truck and pound you into oblivion.” His words sent a spasm to the area still throbbing with want. I almost came right there in the truck without him even touching me. “So what is it? What is holding you back if it isn’t me?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Said in every cheesy break-up movie ever.”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m not just making decisions for myself. I have to think about her, too.”
“Pup, I like a good threesome as much as the next guy, but I don’t see anyone else in the truck with us. Who, exactly, are you referring to?”
“You know I don’t remember anything before the summer, before I woke up, feeling like I’d just been put through a meat grinder.”
King nodded, dragging me closer so that our thighs touched. I closed my eyes and focused on what I was trying to tell him instead of the rock hard thigh making my spine tingle.
“Go on,” he urged, softly kissing my jaw, trailing his lips behind my ear.
“I’m not going to be able to talk if you keep doing that.”
“Yes, you are. Keep going. I’m listening.”
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