Nights Over Egypt (An Eye of the Storm Short) by Elissa Gabrielle

me and I’m momentarily paralyzed.
                  “King…No,” I whisper as he caresses my leg with his hand.
                  Grabbing my feet, my left lay in his right hand and he grabs my right with his left. He towers over me, and I’m anxious as to what he has planned. But I’m feeling desperate, wanting him to enter me once again.
                  “King,” I softly yell. He spreads my legs far and wide. My big toes enter his mouth alternately. He spreads my legs further apart.
                  “King…I can’t take this. Fuck me, please.” I cry.
                  “You’re so greedy, Egypt.” A devilish smirk covers his face.
                  As the tip of his rod bounces against the surface of my love, I swallow hard, my nipples harden even more. Unable to break free, King continues to lick my toes, one by one this time, my legs – spread so far apart. His dick, teasing me as it glides across my clit – it’s knocking at my door.
                  “Grab the headboard, Egypt.” He commands and I reach back, my arms above my head, hold on as he instructed. I look at him – my feet still in his hands, my legs still far and wide. His length, still taunting me.
                  “King. Baby, please.”
    As my toe leaves his mouth, he asks me, “Do you like it?”
                  “I love it King. Please…”
                  “You made me wait so long for this good living, Egypt. Damn it.”
    In a rush, his head travels down my thighs and quickly lands on my righteousness, he licks it, full, wide, kisses it once more, makes his way back up to my toes, both of my legs still wide apart.
                  “King,” I beg.
                  “Close your eyes.”
    My eyes slowly shut and he moves my legs further apart. His dick moves in circles across the surface – gently, yet deliberately. He’s marking his t erritory. Branding the word KING into my love, embedding this moment in my memory. Showing me who the boss is, the conqueror, the master of my domain.
                  His dick bounces against my clit, then he gives me the tip quickly.
    “Please, don’t do this to me.” I beg.
                  “You want it, Egypt?”
                  “Yes…”
                  “Take it.”
                  I open my eyes and reach for him – his rod. I reach.
                  “Close your eyes. Picture me, King.”
                  I reach again. He pulls away.
    “No hands. Take it.”
                  “King, please, just give it to me.”
                  “Take it. Let me watch you take this dick baby.”
                  Eyes closed, heart beating fast, hands on headboard, I motion my body to take what is mine. My hips roll frantically, as his length touches my walls. I can’t get it. I roll harder, faster, reaching up, my legs shake.
                  “King! Please, fuck me!” I softly yell as his tip glides across my clit.
                  “Take it, Egypt. You look so good.”
                  “King, give it to me, or you’ll never get close enough to smell it again.”             
                  I roll my hips with everything I have in me, trying to capture it.
                  “You’re spoiled, baby.”
                  He plays with me more. I can’t move. I reach for him.
                  “No hands.”
                  “King, you give me that dick, now, or…”
                  “Hush,” he yells softly in my ear as he rams deep into me.
    Lord, have mercy.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The Morning After
    Her…
    Feels like a thousand sunrises and sunsets had gone by, and yet, that