Page 6 of Venomous King
Her eyes stare up at me with blue glittering fire, before she takes me deep into the back of her throat and gags. “That’s it, choke on me. Let me feel that tight throat constrict around me. What a good little slut you are.”
She begins bobbing on my length, taking me as far down her throat as she can, until she gags and chokes on my cock. The heat of her mouth, and the tightness of her throat, has me fighting my need to cum. I need to hold on, I need to push her and myself over the edge, so that we both fall into bliss. I use my grip on her hair to propel her head further down my length, and force her to hold it in her tight throat until she can’t breathe, and her nails bite into my thigh and forearm. Her nose is pressed against the flesh of my abdomen, and her mouth is leaking saliva and precum from the sides, making a beautiful mess of her, and pooling on my overheated skin, as she panics without air.
The sounds leaving her have an orgasm racing up my spine with blinding heat, forcing all the hairs on my arms to stand on end, as beads of sweat break out across my forehead. I tip my head back against the backrest of the sofa, my eyes lowering to half-mast, as I watch her struggle and choke on my cock. “You’re doing so well, baby. Make sure you swallow every drop,” I grunt as I cum deeply, forcing her to keep my cock lodged in her throat, as she tries to fight my grip. “Good girl.”
Once she’s sucked me dry, I release my harsh grip on her hair, and she pushes off my cock with a gasping shudder. Her heaving chest rises and falls, black mascara tear tracks traildown her high cheekbones, saliva and cum coat her lips and chin, and her skin is beautifully flushed pink. She looks like sin and temptation, and I feel my cock twitching at half-mast. “Come here, Isabella. Come ride my face, you’ve earned it for being a good slut.”
She rises shakily from the floor and crawls onto the sofa, before straddling my body, and rising to her feet unsteadily. I grab the back of her thighs to help stabilize her, and lean forward, giving her pretty pussy a lick. I lick and suck her pussy lips as I release my grip on her legs, and use my forearms to force her to widen her stance, and my fingers part her folds, so I can lap at her clit. Her moisture leaks out of her, coating my tongue, and has me moaning against her slick flesh, at her delicious taste. “Fuck, baby, you’re drenched.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Kai, fuck!” She rides my face, abandoning herself to all the sensations overriding her senses. She parts her legs further, and I lick her from her clit to taint and back, before slipping three fingers inside of her and thrusting deeply and mercilessly, as I suck arduously down on her hard nub. She detonates with a scream that everyone in the neighboring apartments are sure to hear, before collapsing all her weight down on me as her breath leaves her in ragged pants.
I drag her boneless body down to my lap, her juices still coating my mouth and chin, and kiss her firmly, making sure she tastes herself on my tongue. After a few moments of kissing tenderly and our heart rates calming, I pull away from her lips and tuck her gently against my chest. “What were we talking about?”
A groan followed by a snort exits her, and a huge smile breaks across my face. “Your town, where you’re from. I wanted to know if it was beautiful.” She snuggles her face into my chest with contentment. Not as beautiful as you are, my pretty rose.
“Ah, yes. Well, the tides look like they are being ridden by mystical water creatures, by the moon’s light as it reflects off the surface. I’ve never heard such beautiful and haunting music as the water makes as it’s hitting the shore. It’s magical, truly. During the day, the warm sand soothes your soul. You can sit there for hours watching the seagulls just playing in the sand. It honestly is a beautiful place, Isabella. I hope to take you back there one day.”
“I can’t wait to see it with you, Kai.”
I snap out of the memory, and panic strikes me. She’s gone back to my hometown. A place I never got to show her, because we ended far too quickly and devastatingly. Why would she go there? Fuck, I have to get to her now, but I have to do it smartly. She’s terrified, and it’s not safe for her. I refuse to lead anyone back to her that will harm her, including her controlling bitch of a grandmother.
I race across the room and yank my laptop out of my bag. I will have to book different flights across the country, and then backtrack by car, so no one knows where I’m headed. I have to ensure she’s safe, and the only way to do that is to guarantee I’m untraceable.
I’m coming, Isabella, and I will never let you go again.
Chapter five
Kai
“We seek the truth and will endure the consequences.”
Charles Seymour
Iallow my eyes to search along the sandy beach, as I make the two-mile trek again, up and down its picturesque shore. It’s the third time I’m completing the long walk in my search for my beautiful rose, and anxiety is riding me hard at the thought of not finding her.Where the hell is she? Have I made a mistake, and she’s not here?
After two horrendous and panic-inducing days of traveling, during which I flew across the country from New York to Arizona, and then got on another plane to the Midwest, only to have to beg one of my very confused college buddies to meet me out of state, and lend me his vehicle, so I could make the remainder of the journey back to Oregon undetected. I haven’t slept more than four hours in three days, my body and mind are exhausted, and I’m questioning my sanity. I’m still not completely convinced that I didn’t imagine that phone call, but if there is even the slightest chance that any of this is real, I must get to Isabella.
I drove directly to the only beach in my hometown, without even giving my parents the heads up that I was back, for fear that they, too, were under observation. This is where Isabella will be waiting for me, if I have not entirely lost my mind, and conjured up my dead ex-girlfriend calling me. Except there’s no dark-haired, petite beauty to be found.
The beach is barely inhabited, as it’s out of season. The brisk wind causes my hair to tangle in my face as I brush it back with agitation, and keep searching for an apparition. Only the very brave are in the cold water, and only a few people are strolling with their dogs along the pale sand. Panic and desperation are warring inside of me. The need to scream her name is a vicious entity inside of me, threatening to strangle me. I hold myself back, not daring to place her in even more danger with my stupidity. I have no idea if I’m being watched, despite all my precautions.
As I approach the beach area’s center, where small shops are just steps from the sandy shore, a small woman with a short, blonde pixie haircut stands at the shore, with a takeaway cup firmly gripped in her hands, and catches my attention. Even from a distance, I can see her small, rounded stomach protruding from her petite frame in her tight clothing. A sense of longing fills me; I had one day hoped to see Isabella, rounded with my child swelling in her belly.
Maybe that could still happen. Perhaps we are receiving a second chance at a life together, a life far away from her glittering family responsibilities, and her family’s demanding matriarch.She will never abandon them,my mind snarks back, but I know something has changed. She reached out to me, not them.
I squash down the feelings inhabiting me, forcing my eyes away from the woman, and keep searching for my missing heiress. As I go to pass the woman, she suddenly turns in my direction, her hand up by her eyes, blocking out the sunshine. All the hairs on my body stand on end with a strange sensation, and my feet abruptly halt.Get it together, idiot. You’re going to freak out this pregnant stranger.
I force my feet to take a step in the direction of the shops, and a small voice calls out to me.
“Kai!” She stands still, her hand dropping from her face, and the wind picks up and blows her short, straight platinum locks all around her head, causing a halo effect. My feet suddenly feel like they are made of lead, and I can’t take a single step. My heart pounds tempestuously in my chest, and the tempo of my blood races in my ears, drowning out the sounds of the Pacific Ocean.What. The. Fuck.
The stranger takes a hesitant step towards me, and then another, until only a few mere feet divide us. My eyes scan her from the top of her dainty, blonde head, down her slim profile,over the round curve of her pregnant stomach, and then to her sneaker-covered feet. My breath is trapped in my lungs, the sensation of being crushed by a searing weight filling me, and I can’t seem to get enough air.This is not real, this can’t be fucking real.
There’s a look of fear and trepidation on her features; ones that are so dear to me, yet somehow, at this moment, seem foreign. She’s my Isabella, but at the same time, a complete stranger,a pregnant stranger.My mouth opens and then closes, and no sound escapes as my hands clench at my sides, in an attempt not to reach for her.
I watch with avid suspense and curiosity, as she squares her shoulders and holds her head high. The hand not holding the cup fists at her side, and the one holding the cup tightens, until I’m afraid she will crush the contents with her slim, delicate fingers.
My eyes catalog all the new details; her dark, long, wavy hair is gone, replaced by blonde, straight, barely there locks. The stunning sapphire blue eyes I dream about nightly have been replaced with brown contacts. She’s sporting a small diamond piercing in her nostril, and a golden, tanned hue has replaced her pale, luminous skin. Even her facial features and posture seem different; my timid and indecisive Isabella has been replaced with someone who looks years older, and is ready to go to war to defend herself. Despite all the changes, she still looks enchanting and beautiful, as if she’s glowing.