Cursing, Michael got to the business of getting Ben to the hospital. It wasn’t the brightest move he made. Sitting in the hospital, Michael looked at all of his problems. If he didn’t act Kelsey would be dead like a long line of girls before her, and if they took Killer’s life, he’d have The Skulls on his back.
Running a hand down his face, Michael weighed up his options.
There was no other option. The only way to get out of this alive was to bring The Skulls in.
“Daniel, call Tiny, the leader of The Skulls MC. It’s time for us to get some help.”
For Kelsey and Killer’s sake, he hoped he wasn’t too late.
Chapter Fourteen
Killer kissed down Kelsey’s neck and bit into each cheek of her ass. Her cries made him rock hard. Spinning her around, he stared up her na**d body taking in her full curves and heavy tits. He was one lucky bastard to have such a treasure to call his own.
Lifting her leg up, he stared at her pretty swollen cunt. She was already slick, ready for his cock.
Going up, he slid his tongue over her cl*t then down to slide into her pu**y. He sucked her cum, swallowing her down.
She shuddered in his arms, struggling to stay up. The drawer unit nearest the door held some of his condoms. He took a condom out, opened his jeans taking out his erection. The tip was leaking out his pr**cum ready for action. Groaning, he put the condom on, wishing he didn’t have to wear them.
Soon.
Spinning her back to face the wall, he tilted her h*ps out finding her heat. Sliding a finger into her core, he added a second then a third, pumping away inside her. Her pleasured cries turned to screams. Taking his c**k in hand, he slid the tip against her, finding her entrance. Holding both of her h*ps in his hands, digging his fingers into her flesh, he slammed in deep.
He felt the tip hit her cervix, as he went as deep as he could.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, pulling out only to slam back inside. Her palms were flat against the wall along with her cheek.
Killer gritted his teeth, but the pleasure was too much. He f**ked her hard, never letting up in his need to f**k her.
Reaching around, he fingered her clit, strumming the bud. Each touch had her cunt clutching him tighter.
She grew tighter as he stroked her clit.
“I want you to come around my cock, baby.”
Pounding away inside her, he caressed her nub feeling her splinter apart. She screamed, the sounds echoing off the walls. He wanted to pound his chest with pride at her squeals.
Slamming inside her, Killer stared down at where his c**k was sliding inside and out, the latex covered in her release. He couldn’t wait to see his c**k coated in her cum. Until then he’d make do with what he got.
Over and over, he f**ked her against the wall. Kelsey plunged into her second release, and he finally found his, tightening his grip on her h*ps and groaning out.
Once it was over he felt utterly drained.
Kissing her neck, Killer kept his eyes closed loving the after feeling of the passion they’d shared.
Kelsey was the first woman he ever kept around after sex. Before he found her, most women were f**ked and ordered out of his room. He kept Kelsey close by his side.
“We just did it near the front door. What if someone could see us?” Kelsey asked, sounding breathless.
“I’d argue with the postman for being late.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse, which pounded against his tongue.
“You’re going to give me a hickey if you keep sucking on my neck.”
“So? I want the whole world to see how much you turn me on. Every time you leave the house, you’re going to be covered in my mark.” He stroked the bruises decorating her hips.
Pulling out of her heat, he tapped her ass. “I’ll shut the curtains. I know you’re nervous walking around na**d when there’s a risk others will see.” Killer also didn’t want any other man to see what belonged to him. Kelsey was his woman, and he didn’t share.
Removing the condom he watched her slink off to the kitchen. Closing the curtains he stripped down, wiping his c**k with the clothes. He found Kelsey doing the dishes, naked.
Sitting at the table, he watched her loving the jiggle of her ass as she moved.
“Are you not going to help me?” she asked.
She wore a pair of yellow gloves. Sandy had warned him she needed to keep the marks clear of any dirt.
“Sure, why not.”
He walked toward her, drying up the dishes. Kelsey was a fantastic cook, and he knew he’d hit the jackpot in falling for her.
They worked in silence. Every now and then he gazed down admiring her large tits with full ni**les.
When they were finished, he took her hand leading her into the sitting room. Closing up the curtains he set up the DVD with the latest romance movie. His life had been about crime, death, and horror. He didn’t need to watch it to know it existed.
“We’re watching a movie?” she asked.
Settling down on the sofa, he pulled her between his thighs, resting her against him.
“Yeah, we’ve got all the time in the world to f**k. I just want to hold you while we do something together.” Killer stroked his hand up and down her arm.
“This is nice,” she said, sighing.
They were both completely naked, and Killer smiled at his lies. Yes, he wanted them to watch something together, but he also wanted to spend the entire movie caressing her glorious body. She rarely did anything naked, but he’d got her relaxed enough to do this with him. The movie started up, and he rested a palm on her stomach while his other caressed her neck.
Her hair rested down one side covering one of her tits. Glaring at the offending hair, he moved it out of the way so the length covered him rather than his view of her tits.
The movie played, and he didn’t care for the storyline or anything else. His attention was split between her tits and her pu**y. He stroked his fingers across her stomach feeling her quiver.
Her ni**les hardened, silently begging him to suck on them.
Closing his eyes, he tried not to be obvious in his need to f**k her rather than watch the movie.
“You’re not watching the movie at all,” Kelsey said, ten minutes later.
“I am.”
“No, you’re not. I feel how hard you are, Killer. Also, I feel your eyes on me rather than looking at the television.”
“So, I like looking at you.”
“This is a fluke. You did this so you could touch me without leading straight to sex.”
“Oh, this is going to lead to sex, just not straight away.” He stayed still on the sofa while she made to turn toward him. Pressing his hand on her stomach, he stopped her from moving.