head smashing against it. He lowers his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and grazing it. A guttural scream rips out of me as I finally catch my orgasm and ride it to the end. I feel his cock throb inside, but he drops me back to the ground and pulls me closer to the bed.
He hooks his fingers into mine as he lies back. “Ride me.”
“What?” I exhale, trying to hide the fact that I’m tired as shit, and my limbs are weak. “As in with my pussy?”
He rolls his eyes and brings his finger to my slit. His finger slips inside and swirls. “Really wish I could give you a double penetration experience, Little Bird, but the thought of another cock anywhere near you damn near makes me violent.”
I freeze, crawling up the bed as he lies back down. I’m throwing my leg over him and sinking onto his dick when I lean over and brush my lips over his. “I don’t want any other cock near me, so I’ll pass.” I ride him slowly as he groans, his hands coming to my waist.
“Speed up.” It’s not a question; it’s an order.
I don’t. I need a second to catch up because he just made me orgasm, and I need a damn minute. When I don’t listen, he takes charge again, lifting me off his dick and smashing me back down. His other hand snakes up my back as he yanks me down on top of him, his lips coming to mine.
He growls and flips me over until he’s on top of me now, hiking my leg up to his hip. He circles into me slowly, his thrust every bit powerful. His lips never move, his tongue on mine like a hungry category five hurricane, threatening to kill everyone in its path. He rides me until my legs shake. I can barely lift them higher. The only time he breaks the kiss is to drop his forehead onto mine, eyes directly on mine, his sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and onto my mouth. I lick it up, bringing my hands to his face. Before I can analyze what the hell it is that we’re doing, I’m squeezing around his cock again, my constraint on how much I can physically handle slowly snapping as I ride through my second orgasm and then come down.
This time he’s losing the fight against his control. “Fuck,” he moans into my mouth. It’s brutally soft and could well be my undoing. I clench around him again as he picks up speed, his mouth back on mine. Whimpers fall from my mouth as I feel my clit swell.
“Let go, baby. For me,” he whispers, his voice strained. As if on cue, I release around him, this time when I come, I don’t scream. I weep into his neck, damn fucking tears almost stinging my eyes. His cock jerks inside of me as he growls through his release. “Fuck!” He pulls out softly after, rolling onto his back with one arm shading his eyes. “Yeah, I’m nowhere near done with you.”
I giggle, but it’s fake. What happened between the two of us toward the end was intense, strong enough to weave the strings we both agreed we wouldn’t have.
After getting rid of King, I’m wincing and running to the tent to meet Delila. My ass and pussy hurt, but it has nothing on the confusion I feel inside my head. My running stops when my eyes land on that little girl again. I can’t remember her name.
I look to the left and right, wondering where her father is, or whoever it was that scared her away from me the last time.
“Hi.” I wave.
It’s coming up to Thanksgiving weekend and then it’s Christmas, and although it’s not as cold here as it is farther up North, it’s cold if you’ve just come from Texas heat. The little girl is wearing a light jumper and little gumboots with her dress.
“Hi.” She swings her arms back and forth. “My daddy said that you’re a witch.”
I flinch, just as King’s hand comes to my arm. “Go home, Jessie.”
Jessie shrugs, and then turns and runs through the clearing of the forest. It’s the first time I have really taken a look as to where we are, and it doesn’t look like our usual spot.
I turn to King, whose arm is hooked around my back. “What was that about?”