Chapter 8 KIT
KIT
The sight of Bell’s swollen folds, red and glistening, swallowing my hand is something else. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. To see my hand vanish inside her completely, and for her to take me right to the wrist, even though I know it hurt.
Fuck.
Just… Fuuuuck!
Releasing her neck, I lean down and check that she’s still fucking breathing before I ease my hand from deep inside her cunt. Even the fact that she so easily blacks out, knowing I could do anything to her while she’s unconscious, has the blood thrumming through my veins.
Fuck, that thought has me grinning.
“I bet you like that idea, don’t you, Bell? The fact I could do anything to you while you’re like this and you can’t do anything to stop me?” I wrap my cunt-soaked hand around my cock, giving it a tight slow pump.
Fuck, her cream looks good on me. I want more. So much more.
Shifting, I slip my arms under her, scooping her up off the carpet and laying her lax body across my bed.
She’s at my mercy right now as I position her legs apart, giving me enough access to that sweet pussy.
“Fuck, Bellicent,” I murmur quietly, taking in the sight of her completely naked on my bed, those fucking skull barbells in her nipples making my mouth water. “I think you were always meant to be mine.”
She doesn’t respond of course, still out cold, so with cock in hand, I kneel between her splayed legs, still wearing the red fucking Santa shirt, but not willing to take it off because…
well, I do kinda have a Santa kink, which really is just another form of Daddy kink, wanting my little masochist to submit to me.
And fuck, she submits so good.
Shifting closer to heaven, I steer my cock towards her swollen entrance, running the fat head of it through her wet folds a couple of times, circling her inflamed clit, before going back to her opening and easing in.
I grit my teeth as her slick hot heat envelops my hard length, and it surprises me how fucking tight it is given my whole fucking fist was just up there.
Ahhh the female sex organs are a fucking miracle to be marvelled.
“Fuuuck, Bell…” I hiss through gritted teeth as she adjusts around me. “You feel so fucking good.”
Good is an understatement. Aside from the drunken night I fucked up with cunt-face Rhonda, in all of my thirty years, my cock has never felt the inside of another woman’s cunt without the barrier of a condom. Fuck… this is something else.
Hot silk. Molten fucking heaven, that’s what it is.
I slowly ease my cock out and back in a few times, my gaze darting from where we are joined, back to her face, her eyes still closed, expression still neutral.
“I bet you love the idea of waking up and finding me fucking you,” I thrust faster, harder. “Don’t you?”
Fuck, the sight of her body jostling with my thrusts, still completely slack, is a turn on of its own.
She’s completely at my mercy. My little doll to do with as I please.
She’s fucking perfect.
I fuck her harder, bringing my fingers to her clit to give the swollen nub some attention.
“Come on. Be a good girl and wake up for Santa,” I growl, circling faster as I thrust.
Her chest rises and falls in a big breath, and I grin knowing she’s slowly waking up.
“That’s it. Rise and shine, Bell. Feel how Santa is fucking you.”
A muffled moan falls from her plump lips as her head slowly lolls from side to side, so I piston harder, making her feel every fucking punch of my cock.
“Do you feel me, Bell?” I pant, fucking into her faster. “Do you feel how well I’m using your body as my fuck toy?”
“Kit,” she breathes, her lids still closed, but fuck, I love the sound of my name falling from her lips. I love how completely she trusts me.
“Not Kit right now,” I say roughly, my voice husky as the feeling of her cunt gripping me like a vice has every muscle in my body straining to stay in control. “Call me Santa.”
Her eyes snap open, locking with mine as I loom over her, fucking into her tight heat, watching the way her tits jiggle with every brutal thrust.
“Say it!” I snarl, and a slow, lazy smirk spreads her lips wide.
I can’t fucking tell if she’s going to obey, or be a fucking brat, but fuck, both possibilities have my heart thrashing wildly in my chest.
“Santa,” she purrs, her gaze turning mischievous. “Is that the best you can fuck me?” Then she fucking rears up and slaps me hard across the face.
My head whips to the side, and I still, my lip curling with a savage hiss as I turn back to face the fucking brat.
“It’s like that, is it?” I snap, and she nods, wearing a shit-eating-grin, thoroughly satisfied with her little fucking love tap. “You wanna fight?”
She nods, her dark eyes bright as she takes me in, waiting eagerly like she wasn’t just out cold moments ago.
“You want this to feel like non-con?” I ask, my fucking blood pumping hard through my body as I hope she fucking says yes.
In a flash, she rears up, getting in my face, her breath mingling with mine.
“I want to feel Santa fucking claim me.”
Her words have barely left her lips before I fist the back of her hair, slamming my lips to hers brutally, feeling our teeth clash.
It’s a biting, bruising kiss, with tongues and teeth, and fuck yes, blood. It could be hers or mine given how savagely our mouths battle, and a second later, I reef her head back by her hair, and spit in her gasping mouth.
“It’s not just Santa who will be claiming you, Bellicent.” I snarl, jerking her back even further so I can bend and snag her nipple and piercing between my teeth.
She cries out as I bite down hard, breaking the skin to taste more blood. I don’t have to be concerned that she isn’t fucking loving it, because her body tells me with a gush of slickness around my cock.
Releasing her nipple with a long sharp tug between my teeth, I jerk her head back to mine until we are nose to nose.
“I’ll also be claiming you, Bell. And when that happens, I’m never fucking letting you go.”
I thrust into her brutally as I release her head and shove her back, her body bouncing on my mattress.
As she claws at my chest in an attempt to fight me, I try to ignore the fucking fact I just told her I’m never letting her go.
I didn’t mean to say that… did I?
“You can’t claim me,” Bell hisses, whipping her hand out to try to slap me again, and I lurch over her, trying to keep my cock buried inside her as we start fucking grappling.
“I fucking can,” I grunt as she lands a hit, and my big palm engulfs her face, forcing it down onto the bed again as I hold it in place, fucking into her brutally. “You think the day I find someone that fucking matches me like this that I’m just letting them get away? Not a fucking chance, Bell.”
“Fuck you!” she screams, although it’s muffled by my hand as I smother her face with it while I pound into her.
“I am fucking you. This tight cunt is mine!” I practically yell, the force of my thrusts jolting her up the bed, further and further.
Bell’s legs wrap around me, immediately halting my thrusts as her claw-like nails dig into my arm, drawing blood, and I finally release her face to see her fury.
“I am no one’s!” she snarls, her nails whipping across my chest, and I suck in a breath before a deep growl rumbles from me.
“You want to play dirty, Bell? I can fucking play dirty!”
“Do it!” she hisses through her clenched teeth.
Fuck, she pushes me in the best fucking way, and I don’t know why I didn’t see this years ago.
I mean, I saw her. I always hated how much I thought about her and longed for something I probably shouldn’t, given she’s Tillie’s best friend, but fuuuck, this side of her. How didn’t I see it sooner?
She’s my fucking match.
Reaching around my back, I grip her ankles, digging my own nails into her skin and forcefully prying them loose, even as she slaps at my chest and face.
“Stop fucking slapping me!” I hiss, finally loosening her legs enough that I can force them back down to the mattress and hook my legs over them to pin her in place.
“Fuck you, Santa!” she snarls like a little savage, baring her teeth, her face still streaked with dry black tears.
She swings at me, this time with her fist, and I manage to intercept it just before it hits, both of us struggling against each other while my cock is still buried deep inside her, and harder than it’s ever been.
“I will be the one fucking you!” I roar, wrangling her wrists into submission as I pin them to the bed.
We are both panting, but while she tries to struggle against my hold, I catch my breath and revel in the way our bodies line up so fucking perfectly.
“You can fight me all you want, Bell. Fuck, I don’t even think you are role playing, but let me make one thing very fucking clear.
” I lean closer, feeling her panting breaths fan my lips.
“The moment you trusted me to hurt you and use you, taking every fucking thing I did like it’s something you’ve been craving your whole fucking life, was the moment you became mine.
Love it. Hate it. I don’t fucking care. Fight it all you fucking want.
” I start thrusting inside her again, and her lips part as the whisper of a moan escapes.
“But it’s happened, Bellicent Faith Bishop, and there’s no going back now. ”
My cock punches into her savagely, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed as much as it can with me pinning her, and I thrust and thrust, over and over, brutally claiming her once and for all.
Her cunt is so fucking slick. There’s no way her body isn’t loving every minute of this, even if her brain is panicking with the reality of what this means.
Fuck. I don’t even think I’m ready for what it means, but I give in to it, unleashing the part of me I keep locked away, not willing to show any other woman how fucking dark I can get.
“Do you hate me?” I snap, the wet noise of my cock slamming into her slick cunt filling the room.
“Yes!” she seethes, baring those fucking white teeth again. “I hate you so much!”
“Good fucking girl, Bell.” I smirk and pant, feeling her walls grow tighter around me. “Because I fucking hate you too!”
She half screams, half snarls in fury, and I grit my teeth as she clamps around me, nearly ready to come.
“You feel my bare cock ripping you to shreds?" I pound hard, feeling my cock slam into her cervix, blow after blow.
“Yes,” she cries, nearly there.
“I’m fucking you bare, Bell. No barrier.
Just the skin of my cock buried in your slick cunt.
” I thrust harder, my nuts starting to fucking tighten.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum, Bell.
Your cunt is going to be leaking for fucking days, and I’m not going to let you wash.
I want you fucking filthy. Smelling of me and feeling your panties wet from me so you don’t fucking forget who claimed this cunt! ”
A scream rips from her as she starts coming, her walls kneading my cock in the best fucking way, and I know there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to fuck with a condom on again.
I can feel every hot, searing ripple of her cunt, the muscles hardening as her orgasm rolls through her, and before she’s even finishing, I fucking let go, pleasure engulfing my core before the first jets of cum start shooting deep inside her.
“I’m filling you!” I roar, throwing my head back, and she ripples around me, sucking my cock in deep, like her pussy is desperate for my seed.
I can’t remember the last time I came this hard, for so long, and with so much spilling from my body. It just solidifies that even though I didn’t start this with the intention of claiming her, it’s happened, and I’m okay with that.
As my muscles start to uncoil and my fucking hearing returns, I glance down at Bell to find her heaving from the intensity of her orgasm.
Fuck. She’s beautiful, all dishevelled and messed up.
“Still hate me?” I pant, releasing her wrists and legs, part of me happy that this time, she didn’t black out. She came hard, and felt every part of it, even the part where she comes down from her high.
“Always,” she scoffs, and right as I ease out of her, the little brat slaps my face again.