Sicko(63)
“Fuck,” he groans, and the handle he has on my hair tightens, his hips bucking forward. “Arch your back.” I follow his instructions, and when he moans again, I take him in farther. Sliding out, I twirl my tongue over his piercing and suck him back into my mouth, bobbing my head. His hips buck forward, my scalp stinging from his pulling.
Holding me by the back of my neck, he pulls out and squeezes my cheeks, leaning down to run the tip of his nose over mine. “The second I knowingly put my cock inside of you, that’s it. It’s game over.”
I nod, licking his precum off my lips. “Understood.”
Leaning down, he bites my lower lip into his mouth before standing and flipping me over onto my stomach. I land on the bed in a thud before he’s moving on top of me. “You’re on the pill, I presume…”
I nod, whipping my hair over my shoulder. “Yep.”
He stares at my body, a fist in his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ.” His eyes fly to mine. “How many men have you fucked?”
“Royce…” I whine, rolling my eyes. “Not doing this right now.”
“Answer,” he urges, and when he hovers over the back of me, his head tilting as his hand trails down the top of my spine. “Maybe not now, but you will be doing it.”
I’m almost certain I will not.
His teeth sink into the nape of my neck. “I’ll just have to fuck you hard enough to engrave the hard edges of my cock deep inside your cunt.”
His other hand comes to my hip and he raises me up until I’m on all fours, his hand at my hair and the other cupping my pussy from behind. His finger slides in and out, rolling around and spreading my wetness over my entrance. Being so exposed to Royce is enough to keep me wet for days, but he continues to torture me anyway. Finally, when I feel the tip of him brush over my entrance. He’s thicker than I remember. Heavy and angry. He pushes inside of me and I fist the sheets with my fingers, screaming out through my raw vocal cords as he continues to fill me to the brink.
He releases my hair and grabs on to the back of my neck as he picks up the pace. With every thrust, I slam back into him. Relentless, that’s how he fucks me. His hand tightens around the back of my neck as my pussy sings like a fucking siren for her release. He slows down the speed but intensifies the thrusting. Jolting me forward, he grinds into me as fire ripples through my veins and my muscles release the tension they’ve been holding on to. Wet cum drizzles down the inside of my thighs.
With sweaty hands, he pulls out of me and pushes me back down onto my back, my long dark hair sprawling out over his sheets. “Always knew you’d be beneath me one day…” He smirks, and I can’t even smile, that’s how exhausted I am.
He crawls over me, stretching my knees wide with his while his cock is at the entrance again. I search his eyes that are right above me, and I have to fight the emotion that’s roaring to the surface. Once he finds out the truth, he’s going to hate me.
His hand comes to my throat as his lips fall to mine. Just as he slips back inside of me, he kisses me. Not hard, or fast, or rushed. His lips move in perfect synchrony, as if kissing is his art and I’m the student. Our lips don’t break, and when he pulls out and slams back inside of me, I moan into his mouth as his fingers clench around my throat. And so it happens, the kissing, the slapping of sweaty bodies filling the room, the grunty groans, the slapping across my face, the smell of sex tainted in cigarette smoke. I’ve never felt so good while feeling so guilty at the same time. As if I know that this right here, with him inside of me is what home feels like, but the guilt that creeps into my bones reminds me that I’m not being honest with him. He has always protected me, and I know that the second he finds out that he failed in the worst way possible, he’s going to carry the guilt. So for now, while I have him, I’m going to drown in his poison and pray for a quick death.
His hips grind into me as he continues to ride my body over and over. Every now and then his grip around my throat would tighten, until I feel like my head is the shape of a balloon, but then he’d release it, and bite, gnaw at my neck like a vampire, breaking the flesh on my neck until blood slides down the curves of my throat.
“Royce,” I moan tirelessly, my thighs clenching around his waist. Our bodies are slick with moisture, my heart near flatlining.
His mouth is back on mine and I lose it, my insides turn to liquid fire, igniting my orgasm until I’m dripping down his cock and over my upper thigh in jolts of release.
He muffles his moans by biting down on my bottom lip as he pulses inside of me, his chest dropping down to mine.
Sedated, I wrap my arm around him as he slides off, tucking me into his chest.
He kisses my head. “You’re going to tell me who that man is, Duchess, and I’m going to make sure he knows exactly who he just fucked with.”
I fucked up last night, let shit slip. My restraint when it comes to Jade is imaginary and having her walk her sexy little ass onto my lap was like hanging bait in front of a starved wolf. I’m obviously going to fucking snap. I was weak, but it wasn’t wrong. It should be wrong, but when I’ve been fantasizing about having her under me for so long, having it finally happen only solidifies those same feelings.
Feelings I sure as fuck cannot afford to have in my life.
“I fucked up,” I say to Wicked as soon as he pulls in behind me at the clubhouse.