Chapter Thirteen
On Friday morning Killer rolled over, stretching out the sleep from his joints, not that he’d gotten much sleep. Smiling, he saw Kelsey was passed out beside him. Ever since taking her virginity he’d not given her a single moment of rest when they were together. While he worked at the shop with Mason was all the time away from her he needed. Most nights he left dinner to bend Kelsey over the table and pound into her from behind. He was making up for a lot of lost time.
His c**k stirred remembering the feel of her lips wrapped around his shaft last night. Kelsey was insatiable. Her lust matched his in every way. They were perfect for each other.
Reaching out, he stroked a hand down her back loving the feel of her skin against his fingertips.
“Leave me alone,” she said, muttering against the pillow. Pushing the hair off her back, he kissed down her spine, licking a path the further down he went. She moaned but made no move to fight him. Lifting her onto her knees, he opened the lips of her pu**y to see her cunt glinting at him.
The puckered hole of her anus stared at him. He wanted to claim her ass as much as he’d claimed everything else.
His c**k was rock hard already, and he couldn’t wait to f**k her.
“Get a condom,” he said, sliding his tongue into her juicy cunt.
Her cream exploded on his tongue the instant he slid inside her. Gathering her juice onto his fingers, he slid them back to press against her ass.
She tensed up but threw the foil packet in easy reach of him.
“Shall I stop?” he asked. Her ass was tight, and he had to put some pressure to get the tip of his finger inside her ass.
“No!”
Chuckling, he slid down to lap at her clit. He felt like a starving man needing to get another hit from her essence.
“Killer,” she said, moaning.
Sliding his finger deep into her ass he withdrew to press back inside, getting her used to the feel of him inside her.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You like my finger in your ass?”
“Yes.”
Adding a second finger he tongued her pu**y going from her pu**y to her clit, teasing her with his ministrations. She grunted then whimpered as he brought her to the peak but withdrew completely. Her juices coated his chin, and he wiped them away.
With the two fingers inside her ass, he sawed them, trying to stretch her out to take him.
When he could stand it no longer, he removed his fingers and left to go to the bathroom. He quickly washed his hand shouting for her to stay in position for him. Grabbing the tube of lubrication from under the sink, he entered the bathroom to find her still on her knees.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding his fingers across the cheeks of her ass.
“You’re making it hard for me to think.”
“Don’t think. It’s a waste of time here.”
Tearing open the foil packet, he slid the latex over his c**k before placing the tip of his c**k inside her. He watched her pu**y open up taking all of his cock. Sliding all the way inside he groaned feeling each ripple of her pu**y. She was f**king heaven, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain for him.
Gripping her hips, he tightened his grip knowing his touch would leave bruises. He couldn’t wait. Seeing the marks of his possession on her skin drove him insane. All he wanted to do was mark her so every man who saw her knew who she belonged to.
Staying still within her depths, he grabbed the lube and put plenty onto his fingers. The only way he was going to get inside her tight, hot ass was to get her ready to take him.
“Killer,” she said, moaning.
She tried to thrust back against him. He slapped her ass, stopping her. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”
Kelsey cried out, muttering. He landed another spank to her ass. “I’m going to make you feel good in no time. Stop trying to force my hand.” He warned her, refusing to move.
“Fine, you win.”
“The more you realize I win all the time, the better it will be.”
She blew a raspberry, which he found adorable. He knew exactly what would shut her up.
Taking his lubed fingers, he slid them over her puckered ass not pressing for more.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she said.
Using one lubed finger he slid into her ass without stopping. She cried out, wriggling on his cock.
Chuckling, he kept a firm hold of her hip with the other hand, digging the tips of his fingers into her skin. Bruises, he wanted to mark her for all to see.
Determined to get what he wanted, he dug in deeper as she took the second finger in her ass.
“I’m going to get you ready to take my cock, baby,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out. Her pu**y was so f**king wet.
She held him like a fist, tightening around his fingers and cock.
When he could take no more he pulled out of her cunt only to slam back inside. It was awkward, f**king her ass with his fingers and her pu**y with his cock, but Killer loved a challenge.
“Please,” she said, begging him.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come before I do.”
He slammed into her over and over. She touched her clit, and Kelsey splintered apart. Killer loved how she never tried to lie to him, pretending to come when she actually hadn’t. Some women got off on that. Killer thought it was ridiculous. Why fake an orgasm when he was more than prepared to give them the real deal?
Shoving all thoughts of other women out of his mind, he concentrated on her sweet cunt swallowing him up.
Soon, he’d take her without a condom. Sandy was stopping by the mechanic shop to take some blood to run tests for him, which he was thankful for. The last few days had become a nightmare. Many times he pulled away before he actually f**ked her naked.
“So f**king tight. My pu**y.” He screwed her hard, not caring about anything but his own orgasm.
He felt her reach her second as he growled out his first. Kelsey was far better than his fist. Removing his fingers from her ass, he removed his cock, picked her up and carried her into the shower.
“You’ve got to stop picking me up like this,” she complained. Turning the water on, he chuckled as she squealed at the cold.
Riding himself of the condom, he threw it in the trash before joining her.
“You’ve not even kissed me this morning.” She pouted up at him.
Her wrists were getting wet, but he wasn’t concerned. The wounds were healed, and Sandy was coming to check them out later that day.
Sinking his fingers into her hair he tilted her head back. “Then I better make up for it now.” He pressed her against the cold tile, slamming his lips down on hers before she said another word.