Yours (King's Town, #3)

by Shon

Needed to hear her moans as I made her cum over and over again on my dick, before I pulled out, ate her until she was on the brink of cumming and stuck it back in again.

“What ‘shit?’ I’m just trying to pay you back.” Silently, I shook my head. Now, I was mad at any nigga who came before me and had her thinking this shit was normal. That shit was trifling.

“If I’m around, you don’t touch your wallet. I don’t care what it is, just know that I got it because I got you. You hear me?”

I had every intention of maintaining eye contact, but that was the problem when it came to Sebastian. Looking at him felt too much like falling and I was already teetering close to the edge of sanity as it was.

“If you don’t like what we’re doing, we can stop. But don’t feed me the same lies that some motherfucker who couldn’t handle you fed you.”

“I can’t fuck you in this parking lot, Ryann.” A part of me, a needy part I didn’t recognize, wanted to ask why not?

“All I wanna do is make you cum until you can’t even walk.”

the way she said my name lit something in me that told me she could ask me for anything in that moment and I’d move heaven and hell to get it for her. While still making sure she came in the process.

“Open your eyes, Ryann. Watch me cum for you.”

“I make you shy, Ryann?” I didn’t know why that information had my dick hard again in seconds,

Baby if a man ever make me shy I might act like Tyler lmao cause what is that??!?. Who does that!?!?!

I kissed her lips softly, and then the tip of her nose before I whispered, “I’m not letting you go, Ryann. Not after tonight. I need you too much.”

Ryann was the manifestation of everything I’d wanted for a long ass time. And I hoped she didn’t think last night was our beginning and end.

I meant harm in the physical sense, but her emotional safety was heavy on my mind now.

There was something about a man who didn’t mind feeding me that would always sit right with me.

“I know we touched on it before, but I need you to fully understand how serious I am about this. About us. You deserve whatever the fuck you want in this life, and I plan to give it to you. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this time with you. And now that I know you don’t have a nigga, I’m not letting up because that’s a spot I’m trying to fill.”

“And after that, I’m gonna lay your pretty ass out on this bed, put your legs over my shoulders and eat you until you cum again. That sound good to you?”

“Don’t hold back, say my fucking name while you cum for me.”

He mumbled something against my clit that I couldn’t hear but it still sent chills racing all over my skin. And that’s when I knew his tongue and my pussy had developed their own unique language.

“Pretty fucking pussy,” he said before slurping up the juices dripping out of me. “This shit is mine.”

Especially when a man like Sebastian Exantus came along and acted like riding for me was simply built into his existence.

A version of me that craved nonstop disrespectful sex from a man I knew would never actually disrespect me.

Any man who could fuck me senseless and then draw a bath for me and read to me in the same night deserved whatever he wanted from me. And he’d already done that more than once.

Every stroke left me breathless, but breathing wasn’t a priority when the depth of his strokes had him touching my stomach.

“You know I’ma always take care of this pussy like I’ma always take care of you?”

“You ain’t never gotta worry about shit, Ry. My actions will always prove it, but I know how much you love words.”

Even when he fucked me like he was paying me back for something.