Chapter 8 #3
Another soft moan escapes her mouth, and I want to bottle up those moans and keep them with me all the time. They are the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. She moves underneath me, rubbing her leg against my dick, and damn is he begging for attention.
“I want to feel you,” I croak against her nipple, releasing it with a loud pop. I watch her chest rise and fall, her creamy white skin turning a soft pink right before my eyes.
“Okay.” Keira nods, and I reach down, fisting my cock in my hand. It’s heavy with need, and I wonder if she’ll be able to take all of me when the time comes. She’s so small, and I’m fucking huge—the two things just don’t go together.
Her beautiful eyes go wide with fear for a moment, and I realize I need to clarify what I want and what I’m going to do.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m going to bring my cock to your entrance, but I won’t go in. I just want to feel you. Feel your slit, feel your pussy quiver against my cock.”
“Okay,” she repeats “But please don’t go inside.”
Her voice is so fucking soft, sweet and trusting, it hurts. I don’t understand how she can still trust anything I say after what I’ve put her through the last two days.
I can’t fuck this up. I can’t lose control right now. Still fisting my dick, I bring myself right to her entrance. Her sweet pussy is still wet and so fucking soft, I want to plunge right inside her and never leave, claim her for myself—but I don’t.
Instead, I let my cock move upward, sliding between her wet folds and over her clit. She exhales a ragged breath as I thrust forward between her folds, my cock maintaining friction against her clit.
Her still overly sensitive flesh glistens against the head of my cock.
And its the most amazing feeling I have ever felt in my entire life, sliding through her silky wet folds.
It’s better than any sex I’ve ever had. Better than any killing I’ve ever done.
I know I could come right now if I wanted to, but I need to savor this moment…
draw it out as long as I can. Maybe even make her come again. I loosen the grip on my dick a little.
“You going to come again on my cock?”
“Yes...I think so…” Her breath hitches in her chest.
“Fuck yes you are…” I clench my jaw and move a little faster, feeling the tightening in my balls. Kiera’s fingers splay against the sheets, as if she’s reaching for something…needing something more.
I keep my rhythm the same and trail my fingers up her body, taking her puckered nipple between two fingers.
I roll the nipple back and forth, watching as her eyes close, her hips lift, and her body shakes with an impending orgasm.
There’s nothing like the little gasps escaping her lips as she falls apart for me.
Goosebumps prickle across her skin, and I lean forward, my body looming above hers. My lips find hers, and I up my pace, my cock begging and pleading to be inside her.
Not yet, big boy.
I pull back and fist my cock in my hand, pumping the fuck out of him, feeling the burning pleasure rip through me.
Seconds later, I fall apart, my feet digging into the mattress and my heartbeat pulsing in my ears.
I look down, watching as my release coats her virgin pussy, ropes of my sticky cum claiming her body as mine—only mine.
Another man will never have her, never touch her or taste her like I did tonight. If anybody tries, I’ll slit their fucking throat.
My orgasm rocks me to the core. It’s so fucking intense, it takes me a minute to gather my thoughts and get up.
“Don’t move,” I tell her softly, almost smiling. She doesn't look like she could move a fucking inch right now even if she tried. Moving away from the bed, even though I don’t want to, I go into the bathroom and get a warm washcloth.
I reappear a few moments later and spread her legs, cleaning her perfect pussy that I made so fucking messy. Tossing the washcloth to the floor behind me, I crawl into the bed with her and pull her naked body into my chest, relishing in the way she shudders against me.
“You’re mine, Keira. Mine. I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks. After what happened between us tonight, I can’t just let you go. I can’t.” My admission shocks the hell out of me as well as Keira, from the shocked expression she gives me.
She shifts slightly to look up at me. “Do you really mean that? Like…really mean it? Because seeing you with that stripper today…it hurt me.”
Her creamy white cheeks heat. She seems embarrassed, and I don’t understand why.
“I’m confused about how I feel. I don’t want to like you, but I do. Or at least I like you when we’re alone together...like this.”
“I can’t always be this person. People rely on me. I have to show a certain amount of hardness. I have to be a prick because I need people to be scared of me, and I have to do things you may not always like. At the end of the day, I'm still a criminal, baby.”
And I don’t know how to do this...any of it. Relationships are not for me, but I can’t just have Keira as a fuck buddy.
“So, you’re saying you are not really a prick? You just pretend to be one?” She gives me a smile, full of teeth and pure happiness.
“No, I’m definitely a prick, and I’ll always be one.” I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts.
“What I’m saying is I don’t have to be a prick with you…
when we are alone. Other than that, I can’t promise anything.
I can work on my emotions, on how I treat you in the presence of others, but I can’t promise you anything.
I’m not a good man, Keira. I’m not, and I won’t pretend to be, not even for you. ”
Keira doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, and I wonder if she fell asleep. Then she sighs, and asks, “Will you see her again?”
I blink. “Will I see who again?” I whisper into her hair, inhaling her scent. Our scents have mixed together. I can’t tell where she ends, and I start.
“Her. The stripper.”
I contemplate my response. I’m a man, and I have needs, but Keira may be the one to curb those needs.
I imagine how she felt seeing me with Hayley.
I really didn’t think about it before. Putting myself in her shoes.
..I can’t imagine how I would have felt if I would have caught Keira with another guy.
The mere thought leaves me furious. I would have cut his heart out of his chest before he even had a chance to pull up his pants.
“Not if you don’t want me to…” I tiptoe around my response. I don’t want to hurt Keira—not anymore. “I want you, and I’d rather it be you, but…” I trail off, unsure of what to say. I can’t image touching another woman now, not after touching her.
“I want to give myself to you. I’m just scared. Could we kind of work up to it? I told you I’d give you something in return for your promise to protect me.
I shake my head, holding her tightly against my chest. “No, Keira. I want you because you want me. Not because you want my protection. I’ll protect you either way, because no one is touching you.
No one. But if you want to give yourself to me, if you want me to fuck you because you want it, then I will—when you’re ready. ”
The words don’t even sound like something I would say, but then again, I’m not the same man I was an hour ago. Keira has cracked something inside me—she’s opened up my heart. Now I understand what Hero was saying about Elyse. I can’t imagine someone telling me I couldn’t have Keira.
“So, we’re okay?” Keira whispers, her voice sounding sleepy, and I realize how late it must be.
“More than okay, baby. More than okay.” I kiss her softly, my lips melting against hers. I’m pretty sure I’ll want her this way forever—which scares the hell out of me. In my world, love is a weakness—and weaknesses aren’t something I can afford.