“Oh, trust me, after what my hand went through three weeks ago, I don’t doubt it,” he said, grinning.
“Is it healing? Your hand?” I asked, glancing at the spot where I’d shot him a few weeks ago.
He held out his hand for me. Gently, I took it, brushing my fingers over his skin, examining the wound. The contact sent my heart racing, even though I tried to ignore it.
“It’s getting better.”
His voice was deep, sending a jolt straight to my clit. I remembered he hadn’t been inside me in weeks and God I missed him. I missed his body, missed the feeling of his dick buried deep inside me, missed the filthy things he whispered in my ear when he fucked me. But I scolded myself for being that weak, for wanting him just like that when the wound he left in my heart was still wide open.
I let go of his hand and cleared my throat. “Okay, your turn for a question,” I said, desperate to break the tension.
“What’s your favorite kind of music?” Konflict said, reading out the next slip of paper. “Hmm, I’m not sure I should tell you.”
“What is it?” I pressed, genuinely curious. “Metal or something? I’d swear it’s rap, but now you’ve got me curious.”
He grinned wickedly, then moaned in a perfect imitation ofmy own voice: “Ahhhh, Konflict... Hmmm... That’s good, baby... Fuck me... This dick is so good... Fuck, I can’t take it anymore... I’m coming.”
My eyes bugged out, embarrassment burning through me. The next second, I pounced on him, smacking him in the chest, mortified.
“What is wrong with you! You’re insane!”
“What? That’s my favorite music, everyone’s got their tastes,” he laughed, blocking my smacks with his arms.
“You can’t say stuff like that! We were talking about music, not… That’s not music!”
Suddenly, he flipped me onto the couch, pinning me underneath him. My legs opened, wrapping themselves around his waist. His hands pinned mine into the cushions above my head. His face hovered over mine, our mouths just barely apart, our breaths mingling. One of his hands slid sensually over my body and I felt my own desire blaze out of control. My pussy was soaking, aching for him, especially with his dick pressing between my legs. I could feel it even through his pants. He pressed closer, rolling his hips, and the movement dragged a moan out of me before I could stop it.
“Hmmm... Fuck...”
“See… It’s music,” he whispered against my lips, pressing his dick harder. My pussy pulsed.
“Konflict...” I moaned his name.
He bent closer to my ear. “Can I call you baby, please?”
He rocked his hips against me slowly, as if he was fucking me. The lack of sex hit me hard. My legs squeezed his waist, urging him closer. In that moment, I wasn’t thinking. I was all hormones and need, desperate for his fat dick to be buried deep inside me.
“Hmmmm…”
“Can I call you baby, Serenity? Have I earned that right?”
“Y-Yes... Konflict... Call me baby.”
He kissed my neck and my craving for him exploded, all heat and hunger.
“Baby... I want you so bad. I miss you, Mama. I miss this pussy. I want to fuck you hard and make love to you slow...”
God, how was I supposed to resist? His hands knew exactly how to touch my body, making me respond to nothing but his desire. His mouth knew how to whisper words that sent need straight to my core. I lost all sense. All I wanted was him, his tongue on my clit, his fingers and his dick deep inside me.
“Please,” I begged.
He ground against me a few more times, then suddenly stopped.
“No,” he said, and the shock of his refusal nearly made me cry.
My eyes filled with tears, and I didn’t find anything funny.
“Listen, I’m not trying to punish you, baby. Hell, you can feel how bad I want you. But I can’t fuck you, not until you trust me enough to give me your heart. I broke you once, and even though I swear I’ll never do that again, you need to trust me. You need time to open up, to give yourself to me, willingly, with nothing hidden this time. You know the man who always takes what he wants. Now I want you to know the man who can wait, the man who’ll show you every day that you’re worth worshipping, loving, adoring. And only when you feel safe with me, when you’re ready to give me your heart, your soul, your lips, your pussy... I’ll take it all, and I’ll cherish it more than my own life.”
