Chapter Killa
KILLA
Her tits rise with each ragged breath. She looks simply stunning laid out over my bedsheets, her wavy hair against the new white pillowcases has me wanting to beat my chest like a drum.
There was no way in hell I was having my girl in the same sheets I fucked club whores in; it’s bad enough I couldn’t switch rooms. Another reason the surprise I have planned means so damn much to me.
“Take your top off, Cass. You know what those tits do to me, baby,” I whisper, stroking over my thick cock. Pre-cum drips onto her bare stomach, and when she drops her T-shirt to the bed, I grind my teeth. No fucking bra.
“These?” She pushes her glorious tits together and arches her back on a moan, making her nipples rub against one another, and a string of pre-cum drips from me.
Fuck, I’m not going to last long.
“Fuck. Are they sensitive, baby? Do you want me to lick them?” I stroke my cock faster, and toy with the piercing at the tip as I imagine her tits covered in my cum. “Fuck, Cass, I want to cover you in my cum, baby. I want you drowning in it.”
She moans loudly, then sits up to shimmy her denim shorts and panties down her legs and flings them over the side of the bed before returning to rubbing her peaked nipples together.
All the while, I remain kneeling between her parted thighs, with arousal rippling through my veins like electricity flaring to life.
“Let me just feed them,” I rasp, then move off the bed, kicking off my jeans and boxers. This time I place a knee on each side of her stomach, careful not to lean on her, but close enough to allow me to lower my cock to her ample tits.
She pushes them up, and then I deliver a slow stream of spittle onto each tit, one after the other.
Fisting my cock faster and faster has my balls threatening to spill.
I clench, only allowing pre-cum to flow.
A long stream starts at her areola and flows over her peaked buds.
The sounds of pleasure escaping her lips are an aphrodisiac; she’s lit a fire inside me there’s no taming.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Look at that. Fuckin’ perfect tits covered in me.” With the tip of my angry cock, I spread it over the other nipple. The barbell glistens, and I use it to play with her peaked tips. “You want me to lick them clean?” My mouth waters with each filthy word.
“Yes. I want you to taste yourself on me.”
“Jesus,” I rasp. “Oh, fuck, baby. I want that.” Unable to help myself, my hand works faster, loving every minute of this, and I grimace when my balls rise. “Jesus.”
Moving quickly, I release my cock and position myself between her legs.
Then I drag the head up and down her drenched folds.
Pressing the tip to her slick hole, I slowly inch inside her.
I’m careful as I stretch my girl to accommodate me, and it’s nothing to do with what I discovered today, not a damn thing.
It’s to do with the fact I’m barely hanging on, but I want to remember every moment of the very first time I truly admit to myself I’m making love to her.
Staring up at her, I watch in awe at the way her face flushes while I slide deeper inside.
I memorize every expression, every movement she makes, the way the gold flecks in her green eyes seem larger than before, and her lips part when she clenches around me.
The way her hand trembles to reach out for me, but she opts for her tits instead, and the way her legs wrap around my ass, scared I’m going to pull away.
“I love you, Cass. Every fuckin’ inch of you.
” I stop, fully seated inside her. “I want you to know I’m not above begging, Little Demon.
In fact, I’m pleadin’ with you, to accept me, the good and the bad.
” Languorously slowly, I pull out of her heat to the tip of my cock.
My throat becomes dry, having never thought I’d have this moment.
“I want you to be my ol’ lady, Cass. Can you do that for me?
” I lay it all out for her, feelings I never knew could exist in a man like me, but I mean every damn word of it.
Her eyes are shimmering with unshed tears, and her lip wobbles before she gifts me with the most precious gift of all.
Her compliance.
“Y-Yes,” she chokes out, and Jesus, do I want to bottle this moment up and keep it for a lifetime.
“Good girl. Now let me make love to you, Little Demon.”
A low hum settles in her chest, and I smile back at her, then bend down and wrap my lips around her heavy tit, sucking on her nipple as I grunt my satisfaction with each pump of my hips.
Her fingers find my hair. “Oh god,” she screeches. “Oh, fucking god, Killa.” I swirl my tongue around the bud, and euphoria zips up my spine when her wet heat clenches around me.
I freeze and release her tit with a pop, then I glance up at her. “Colton.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, and I still mid-thrust. “Huh?”
“My name. It’s Colton.” Then I continue my somewhat gentle assault on her body, kissing, licking, sucking. Punishing her flesh then soothing it better, and with each action, she coils around me, holding me prisoner to her, but not just my body, my heart too.
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out, and my hips power against her, my restraint gone.
“Yes. Yes, Colton, yes.” Hearing my birth name on her lips sends a rush of ferocious love through me, something I’ve never experienced before, and my heart swells larger than ever.
Then she grips my hair and pulls my head toward hers. She gazes at my lips, so I don’t give her a chance to reconsider and slam my lips down on hers. Our tongues mingle as one—tasting, sharing, blending our everything.
Pleasure mounts in my balls, and Cass tenses. Her pussy grips me punishingly, her nails bite into my flesh, and a low moan vibrates between us as my orgasm spikes.
My body shudders, my slit opens, and I erupt in euphoria.
“I love you, Colton,” she whispers into my ear, accepting me.