Chapter 19
NINETEEN
SUGAR
The pain strain knocked Kalani out for several hours. I woke up well before her and enjoyed every second of blissful silence, which came to an abrupt end the moment she got up.
“Just to be clear, I’m free to leave at any time? I have no obligation to the club whatsoever, right?”
“Right,” I said, wondering why she was asking. If she wanted to leave in the middle of a kona low, I wasn’t going to stop her.
“I’m just like any other random person who might happen to walk into Liquid Anarchy or Charli’s Place, right?”
I laughed. “You are not like any other person.”
“You know what I mean. In general.”
“Okay, fine. You’re like other random people.”
“Good. Can we fuck now?” she asked.
“What?” I couldn’t have heard her correctly.
“Damn, one-sided sexual tension is so disappointing.”
“Yes, it is,” I agreed. “But what did you say before that?”
“I asked if we could fuck now.”
Yes.
I grinned. “Fuck yes.”
“Yay,” she said and clapped her hands as she looked around excitedly. “Where first? Oh, I know! Do you still have that duct tape?”
“Yes,” I said slowly, unsure of where she was going.
“You can tape me up and pretend like you caught me the night I stabbed you. Then you can teach me how wrong I was by stabbing me with your dick.”
“You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Pick a safe word.”
“Ostrich. What’s yours?”
“I don’t need one.”
“You do if you fuck me,” she said, making my dick throb.
“Mustard.”
“Mustard,” she repeated. “Got it.”
I grabbed the roll of tape from the kitchen table. “Ready?”
She smiled and held her hands out in front of her. “Yes.”
After wrapping the tape around her wrists, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and walked her to my bed. “On your back,” I said and gave her a little shove.
She fell forward and immediately rolled onto her back. I moved to the other side and once again grabbed her hair, pulling her to the edge of my mattress. I wanted to tease her and play with her all night, but I needed to come first.
“Open,” I said as I opened my pants and pulled out my hard dick.
When she opened, I shoved my dick inside, not bothering to be gentle.
And then I fucked her mouth like I’d wanted to the first time she opened it.
She only gagged a little at the beginning, and I think that was more because she wasn’t expecting it.
After a few passes, she was taking me to the hilt with no problem.
Fuck, it was great. Then she swallowed. Fucking swallowed and swallowed, making her throat ripple against my dick.
I came.
No warning.
Just bam.
Shot my load down her throat and she fucking milked me dry. My vision darkened at the edges, and I damn near collapsed when I pulled my dick from her mouth.
“That’s why,” she winked. “That was nothing.”
I grinned and moved to the other side of the bed. “I know things, too.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she said.
Climbing onto the bed, I straddled her and reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Put your hands above your head.” When she did, I pushed her shirt and bra up to expose her tits.
Fuck, they were fat and round and fucking perfect.
I ran my fingers over her hard nipples. “Yeah, I’m fucking these tonight,” I said and squeezed my fingers around each nipple.
Kalani arched her back and moaned.
“But later,” I said and released her nipples.
Hooking my fingers under the waist of her leggings, I pulled them down her legs, stopping midway when I realized she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Keep going so you can get a better look,” the little devil said.
Shaking my head, I finished removing her leggings and pushed her legs wide open. “Fuck, I love a pussy with a little bit of hair,” I said and lightly slapped her glistening cunt.
“Yes,” she groaned.
I slapped her again. Harder.
She tried to close her knees, but I held them apart. “Keep them open.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whined.
“I’ll have to find another way to punish you if you can’t keep your knees apart.”
I swatted her again, and her knees slammed closed around my arm. I chuckled, assuming she did it on purpose, and not really giving a shit if she didn’t.
“All right,” I said, pushing her legs apart once again.
“I’ll try another way to punish you for stabbing me.
” She wiggled her hips as I dipped my finger into her wet pussy, but she froze when I slipped that same finger into her tight asshole.
I didn’t wait for her to move before I did, pumping my finger in and out.
“Oh, fuck, Sugar,” she panted.
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry.”
“How sorry?”
“Sorry enough to let you fuck my asshole all night,” she moaned.
It was my turn to freeze. “Wait. What did you just say?”
“I said I was sorry enough to let you fuck my asshole all night,” she repeated.
“That’s not what this is, right?”
She exhaled heavily. “No, it isn’t. Thank you for checking, but going forward, I’m going to say shit while you’re fucking me. All kinds of crazy shit. That’s why there’s a safe word. Now, smack my cunt to get me back into it.”
Fuck she was perfect.
I slapped her cunt and fucked her asshole with my finger until she was begging me let her come.
I did not.
Instead, I cleaned her up, let her use the bathroom, and then made her lay naked on my bed with her arms above her head and her legs spread until I thought she’d cooled down enough.
She almost giggled when I approached the bed. “I will beg, plead, steal, or promise whatever if you will fuck me. Please, fuck me. Please, please, plea—”
Her words cut off when I shoved my cock into her to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck yes. Praise Jesus. Hallelujah.”
I slapped her tit. “No.”
“Glory to the highest.”
I laughed and slapped her other tit. “I know what you’re doing. You can just ask for it harder.”
“That’s not who I am.”
I stopped moving.
She laughed. “Oh, Sugar, please fuck me harder.”
I pulled out and flipped her over, pushing her face down and pulling her ass up. I shoved back in and fucked her at quick pace.
“Please,” she begged.
Leaning forward, I spread her cheeks and spit on her asshole, so I could slide my finger inside.
“Yes, please. Oh, yes. I’m going to come. Yes.”
Her moans turned to shouts of anger when I pulled out and halted her orgasm. I ignored her and flipped her onto her back. For reasons I don’t want to acknowledge, I wanted to see her face when she started to come. And then I wanted to kiss her while she finished.
Fuck.
It didn’t take long. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as a flush washed over her face. As I started to come, I leaned forward and captured her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue inside. Nothing had ever felt so good.
I don’t know how long we laid there kissing, but it was long enough for my limp dick and soggy condom to slide out of her and for me to get hard again.
It was long enough for her to roll me to my back and slide her wet pussy down my bare dick.
It was long enough for me to forget everything while she fucked me until I was about to come.
Then she stopped and let my dick slip out of her.
When I looked at her, she grinned and reached between her legs. She stared into my eyes as she guided my dick into her tight little ass. We both groaned when I was fully buried in her. Then she started to ride.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned and slapped her ass cheek.
“I’m sorry I stabbed you,” she said.
I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or if it was part of her act, and I really didn’t care. She’d given me an idea. I slapped her ass again. “I had to have twenty-seven stitches. Count. And don’t stop fucking me.”
I rotated slaps between her ass cheeks, her tits, and her thighs. By the time she reached twenty-seven, her skin was beautiful shade of red. “Good job,” I said.
“Thank you, sir. May I have a reward?” she asked.
“Depends on what it is.”
“Will you rub my clit so I can come while you’re fucking my ass?”
Perfect.
I reached forward and massaged her clit. She came within seconds of me touching her. And once again, her tight little hole rippled around my cock and had me coming before I wanted to.
She leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “We need to shower, and I want you to fuck my soapy tits.”
Fuck, Kalani was going to be the death of me. I did indeed fuck her soapy tits and then I came all over her face.
After she washed her face, I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bench to straddle me. Fisting her hair, I brought her ear close to my lips. “How wet is your pussy?”
“Wetter than this shower.”
With my other hand, I pushed two fingers into her, then three. “Yeah, you are.” I pressed my thumb against her clit but didn’t move it.
“Please, Sugar, please,” she breathed.
“What do you want?”
“I want your hand to fuck me like your dick did.”
I chuckled but did as she asked, making sure my thumb worked her clit as my fingers thrust in and out.
“Harder,” she moaned.
I couldn’t give it to her much harder without really bruising her and we hadn’t talked about all that. Instead, I sucked one nipple into my mouth and bit down while I pinched the other. Her pussy clamped around my fingers as a beautiful scream erupted from her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted.
I didn’t stop moving until she did.
“Holy shit,” she said and rested her forehead on my shoulder. “I need to wash again.”
I woke up suddenly with an eerie feeling, like I was being watched. I opened my eyes, intending to get up and check things out, and nearly fell out of the bed when I jerked back from the pair of eyes staring at me.
“Oh good,” Kalani said. “You’re awake.”
“How long have you been watching me sleep, you little psycho?”
“I don’t know. A couple of minutes? I usually work faster but my powers have been weakened by your penis energy.”
“I don’t want to know what that means,” I said and rolled to my side, so my back was facing her.
“How did you find out your brother set you up?”
I quickly rolled back to face her. “That’s your burning question?”
“No. It’s a question I thought you might answer. My burning question is why did Bean go to prison,” she said. “No, wait! I want to change my answer to where is Matthew’s body.”
“You were right,” I said. “I won’t answer either of your burning questions.”
“What about your brother?”
I sighed. I’d come to accept what happened, but I hated telling the story.
“I was in prison for six weeks before I had my first visitor—my brother. He’d been arrested a few times and actively sold heroin, so it meant a lot to me that he went through the process of getting approved to visit me.
He came in and filled me in on everyone at home, told me how much I was missing.
Then he asked me about prison and listened to me talk about how shitty it was until the visit was over.
When he stood to leave, he said, ‘If Claire would’ve said yes to me instead of waiting for you, we wouldn’t be here right now. ’ That was the last time I saw him.”
“That’s not definitive!” she shouted and slapped my bare chest. “He could’ve meant something else.”
“He didn’t,” I assured her. “I didn’t want to believe it, but Joshua never could keep his mouth shut. He bragged to the right people to make sure it got back to me. He wanted me to know he set me up for the crime I did not commit but pled guilty to in order to keep him out of prison.”
“I bet it felt great to kill him,” she said wistfully. “Will you tell me about it? As my bedtime story?”
“I didn’t kill him,” I said.
“What?” she shouted and sat up in bed. “Why the fuck not?”
“For several reasons, but the main one was I didn’t want to go back to prison.”
“Don’t get caught.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“This is not about me. This is about you and the brother you didn’t murder. Focus. What are the other reasons?”
“I didn’t have time. I got on a plane to Hawaii within hours of being released from prison.”
“Planes fly back,” she said.
“Why are you peer pressuring me to kill my brother?” I asked.
“Because you need to heal.”
“I’ve healed. I don’t give two fucks about him.”
“So you wouldn’t care if I killed him?” she asked.
“Yes! You’re not supposed to be killing anybody right now! One murder at a time. Say it with me now. One. Murder. At. A. Time.”
“I’m not hearing no. I’m hearing later,” she said and nodded to herself. “Okay. One murder at a time.”
“Can we finish sleeping now?”
“Sure.”
Two, maybe three, seconds passed.
“Wait! We have to kill Ashley too!”
“We? Who the fuck is we?”
“Me and you,” she said. “Unless you want to be a pussy … like the road names of the members of this club. What the fuck is that about?”
“Rahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. “Go the fuck to sleep!”
“Fine,” she huffed. “Pussy!”