Chapter Four
Kelley had every intention of being mad at him.
Then, that felt way too cruel to her. It had been her mistake to come on to him.
So, instead, she had decided to ignore what had happened and just go back to being a friend.
She figured she was going to die a lonely old spinster.
She would just have to accept it. The man she loved didn’t want her.
She loved Crow, and there was no denying it. Maybe it had started out as a silly girl crush, but it had soon developed into something much deeper.
Then, he’d kissed her back, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach. That hadn’t been a dream. That had been real, and she didn’t want it to stop.
Now, as he closed the distance between them and she was still wearing her festive pajamas, there was no room for thought.
He reached out and sunk his finger inside the opening of her pajama shirt.
She had a lot of different styles of pajamas.
This was one that had a lot of buttons. She didn’t speak as he unbuttoned one, then the other, and another, until before she had a chance to think, the shirt was opened and fell to the floor.
“I’m still a virgin,” she said.
“I know.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Lucky for you, I do know what I’m doing.” He gripped the band of her pants and pushed them down, and she let out a little yelp. They fell to the floor, and she could do nothing more than step out of them.
“Now, we’re both naked.”
She had the urge to cross her hands over her body, but she stopped herself. She was not going to hide from him. He could look all he wanted.
He groaned, and then cupped her hips. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
Then, she remembered he said he’d had a beer.
“How much did you drink?” she asked, placing a single finger over his lips and then releasing it.
He let out a chuckle. “One beer.”
“You’re not drunk?”
“Babe, it is going to take more than one beer to get me anywhere near drunk.”
Kelley didn’t want him regretting this in the morning. She wanted to tell him that, but then he kissed her. This was not like the kiss of hours before. This was hunger. It was raw, heated passion that made her ache between her thighs, and she moaned his name.
He growled against her lips and shocked her even more by suddenly grabbing her ass. He lifted her up, and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Bedroom.”
She didn’t ask which one as he kissed her again. It was like Crow knew the house, even as he kissed her, and wasn’t watching where he was going.
She melted against him, not wanting him to stop. It felt so good.
He marched her upstairs and took her straight to his bedroom. The moment they hit the bed, excitement and nervousness assailed her. She couldn’t think. She was at the mercy of this man, and she didn’t care. Crow was the man for her.
He kissed her but broke the kiss and started to move down her body. He trailed his lips to her neck, where he flicked her pulse with his tongue, but he didn’t linger there. No, he started to travel down her body, and he pushed her tits together.
“So fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined these tits?” he asked.
She had no words. Kelley didn’t even realize he fantasized about her. It was a dream come true to know he thought about her at all.
“I’m going to make you soaking wet, baby,” he said.
His lips kissed down her stomach, and he went straight toward her pussy.
He spread her legs apart and she cried out as his fingers held the lips of her sex open. Crow was not teasing as his tongue went straight to her clit. He stroked the hardened bud, circled his tongue around the nub, and then moved back and forth, making her melt for more.
The pleasure was intense. She didn’t want it to stop, and within just a few strokes, she was mortified to know she was getting closer to orgasm. With each touch, she felt it reaching that peak, and when he pushed her over the edge, she cried out his name.
It was so intense and he held her throughout, licking at her pussy, prolonging the pleasure. She shook with the power of her orgasm.
He finally stopped when he knew she couldn’t take anymore. He kissed her clit, then moved between her thighs.
“This is going to hurt,” he said.
She nodded her head.
“You tell me to stop if it gets too much.”
Again, she nodded her head, but that was a lie. She was not going to tell him to stop. She didn’t want him to stop at all.
He moved between her thighs, and she had waited for this moment for a lifetime. From the moment Crow had entered her life, she had wanted him. She had dreamed of this moment, and there was no way she was going to stop it.
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Crow looked across the bed to see Kelley was still fast asleep. Last night had been a fucking nightmare and a dream all wrapped in one.
He had warned her it was going to hurt. Not that he’d been with a virgin before, he just knew the fucking horror stories. He was preparing her.
The truth was, he needed to prepare himself just as much, because her scream was going to stay with him forever. It was a nightmare.
She had gone from screaming his name moments earlier to the pleasured sounds echoing around the room. That scream had been ear-piercing. It had driven him crazy, and not in a good way. He hated the sound. It would live with him forever.
It wasn’t even the first time he had heard such a horrible sound. He’d killed a lot of people. There were a lot of enemies, and if you wanted to survive on the road, you didn’t let them live. That meant a lot of screams. None of them compared to what he heard from Kelley.
He’d held himself still within her, feeling her virginity tear as he thrust deep inside her cunt.
There had been tears in her eyes. She’d sunk her teeth into her lip to contain them.
He’d been so close to pulling away from her and leaving for good.
Kelley deserved better than him. That thought alone kept him balls-deep inside her.
While she’d been coming to terms with his dick, he’d been realizing that one day some asshole might convince her to go on a date. If that happened, and she went with him, he’d lose her. Crow knew it could happen.
Kelley was a special girl. The kind of girl that was a treasure to settle down with. The kind of girl you wanted to come home to.
He didn’t know who moved first. It could have been him, wanting to cement every part of him inside her, to obliterate the chance for any man, and to make Kelley one hundred percent his, which made him a selfish bastard.
He knew he wasn’t a good man. He never claimed to be a good man. Time and time again, he told Kelley how awful he was. He proved it by leaving her.
Could he deal with her finding someone else and moving on? Finding another man to make love to her, to teach her everything she needed to know?
“You’re awake,” Kelley said.
He stared into her brown eyes and smiled. “Yeah, I’m awake. How are you feeling?”
“Tired but good,” she said. “Stop worrying.”
“I’m not worried.”
He did have a little meltdown as he thought he hurt her. The very thought of hurting her was like a punch to the gut. She was everything to him. And hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
She chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hungry.”
He tried not to touch her, but with the blanket pulled down to cover her ass and the curve of her back on display, he couldn’t resist. He heard her sudden sharp intake of breath. It was soft, but he heard it. All he’d done was touch her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
He looked at her.
She offered him a smile.
One side of his brain told him to go and get the coffee on, but another side didn’t care about the fucking coffeepot. That side—the dangerous side—always won.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Kelley turned her head, and he leaned in a little closer and took possession of her lips. That was all he was going to do. Just an innocent peck on the lips.
Only, that is not what happened. That one touch set him on fire with a need he couldn’t even begin to describe. He felt the ache in his cock. That hunger, unlike anything else, consumed him.
For too long now, he’d been trying to convince himself that this woman hadn’t grown up.
She was still a kid, but Kelley had never been a kid.
Her mother and those fucking assholes who had attempted to hurt her had seen to that.
She’d seen the ugly in this world, which was why she attempted to grab onto everything good.
He didn’t want her to see the world as ugly. He wanted to be there for her. Always.
Crow growled against her lips, running his hand down her body, trying to convince himself he didn’t want or need anything more from her. He had to give her time to rest. His cock had so many different ideas.
He grabbed the blanket that covered her ass. One part of his brain was telling him to do the right thing, cover her up and allow her to rest. The other part won. He tugged that blanket down, and even as she laid on her stomach, he moved over her.
Pulling some of her hair out of the way, he pressed his lips to her neck. She let out a little moan. She’d opened her thighs, and he settled between them, nestling his cock right against her ass. She was pure temptation. He could no longer fight it, nor did he want to. What was the point?
Sliding one hand onto the bed, he moved it between her thighs and the bed, finding what he was looking for—her sweet little cunt.
She was soaking wet, and no longer a virgin.
She belonged to him. Crow didn’t stop his movements, even as he acknowledged to himself that he liked her not being with anyone else.
She was all his. Every single part of her belonged to him and him alone.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
She whimpered his name, and he wanted to hear her scream.
He moved his finger down toward her entrance, and using one finger, he began to slide it inside her.
She took him to the knuckle, and he pulled back and slid a second finger within her.
Kelley started to rock on his fingers, and then he pulled back, going toward her clit and teasing both fingers around her little nub.
Her moans got louder, nearly echoing off the walls, which is exactly what he wanted. She was so close to that peak, and he got her to that point, but then just as quickly he pulled away, not to leave but to get her on her knees.
Kelley followed his lead without question, and once he had her in place, he wrapped his fingers around his dick, and then started to sink inch by inch inside her.
Another moan, another whimper, and when there was enough of his cock within her, he grabbed her hips and started to pull her back against him.
He took his sweet time, even though it was close to giving him blue balls.
All he wanted to do was fuck her hard, but he also wanted to make sure she was ready to take him.
The last thing he ever wanted to do was cause her pain.
He wanted to take care of Kelley. Never did he want her to cry out in fear of him.
However, if her cunt was any indication, she was sucking him in, bit by bit, making him ache as her pussy tightened around him. She was dripping wet, making it easy for him to slide inside her.
Another whimper. A sweet moan.
Crow knew with every passing second, he was getting more addicted to the noises she made. They were so intoxicating to him.
He held her hips tightly as he made her take the last inch of his cock deep within her, and this time he held himself steady. He saw her hand clenching into the blanket just above her head.
He felt each ripple of her pussy as she squeezed around him. She felt amazing. Even better than amazing. And he didn’t want to stop.
But he found the strength to.
To distract himself, he reached between her thighs, and even that was torture.
Every stroke against her clit set her higher and higher, until she fell over the edge, and Crow had no choice but to grit his teeth as her cunt squeezed his dick.
He was so close to losing control right there, right then, and he stopped himself.
Holding onto her, he started to pull out, his thrusts slow, gradual, until he could no longer hold back, and he fucked her harder. He held onto her hips and let go completely, pounding his dick deep inside her cunt. His name filled the air as she cried it out on waves of pleasure.
He came apart, filling her pussy with his cum, knowing he was being a selfish prick, but he just couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want anything between them, and with Kelley being a virgin, they were both safe.
He’d never been with a woman without wearing a rubber, and he got himself tested regularly. Also, not that Kelley knew, but it had been a long time since he’d last been with a woman. Longer than he liked to acknowledge.