17. Keir
Keir
I watched Molly’s chest rise and fall under the thin blanket.
I wasn’t sure at what point I started to give a fuck about her welfare and mental wellbeing.
Apparently, hearing her story broke what was left of my black, twisted heart.
I understood her better now; why she had to deliver the bullet.
She was a survivor, like me. Doing whatever she had to in order to keep her family safe.
Now, more than ever, I wanted to claim her.
I should leave her alone. Physical exhaustion paired with the mental load she carried meant she needed to rest. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I needed to feel her body beneath mine.
Climbing out of the bed, I scooped her into my arms, noting the way she didn’t twitch.
Didn’t flinch. She slept deeply, and I looked forward to waking her with my cock between her legs—but not before I spoke to her first. Bringing her back to the bed, I settled her into the warm spot I left behind, jostling her as I slid in beside her.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a sleepy tone, eyes flickering open.
“I want to erase all the bad shit that happened to you in this room.”
She frowned, a little more alert now. Rubbing at her face, she said, “I’ve had years of therapy. What makes you think you can do or say anything to erase my past?”
“I want to give you that orgasm I promised you. Then fuck you nice and slow. Rewrite your history and replace it with something good. Will you let me make you feel good?”
She made a soft humming noise in the back of her throat, her eyes settling on me with an intensity that was slightly disconcerting.
“Take off your clothes, baby.” I hoped to God that the phrase wasn’t a trigger for her, not after finding out about her past.
But she complied eagerly, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans and shimmying out of them. When her thumbs hooked into her panties, I shook my head.
“Leave them on.”
She gave me a puzzled look but sat up to remove her sweater and bra. Once she’d laid back down, I took in my fill of her body. She looked so fragile, but she was so much stronger than she appeared. I liked the duplicity. Pretending one thing, but really being another. A lot like me.
Reaching out, I cupped one of her breasts, rubbing my thumb over her nipple until it peaked before switching to the other.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” I rumbled.
She arched into my touch, filling my hand, and letting out a breathy moan. “You’re the only man who’s been able to make me come.”
My eyes found hers. “What do you mean?”
“I fake it.”
I frowned in confusion. “But I made you come in the back of the Rover.”
“Nope. All fake.”
My scowl deepened. “But I felt you come on my dick.”
“One word,” she said. “Kegels.”
Well, that was a hit to my ego. I always prided myself on making a woman come. “But you definitely came when you…” She’d not just come, she’d squirted all fucking over me.
Her cheeks flushed with color. “It was the first time it ever happened.”
“And the squirting?”
She blushed deeper. “Also a first.”
Fuck me. I wanted to pound on my chest like a fucking cave man. Grinning down at her, I said, “Well then. Get ready to fucking soak these sheets when I slide my dick into you.”
Now that I knew I was the only one that had made her orgasm through sex, I shifted between her thighs and stared at the panel of her panties.
They were already soaked, a slightly darker shade of pink than the blush fabric.
The outline of her bare pussy lips was clear, and as I stretched the fabric up to pull it tight against her slit, I could see the outline of her clit too.
Leaning forward, I dropped my nose to her cunt and inhaled.
“Keir, what are you doing?” Molly whined, fisting my hair and trying to drag me away.
“I’m smelling you, baby.”
“God, why?”
“Because I love the way pussy smells. But I love the way your pussy smells the most.”
Dragging my tongue over her, I savored her taste, groaning like a fucking teen boy getting his dick sucked for the first time. Molly squirmed against me, grinding herself into my face as she searched for friction. I moved back a little—breaking the contact—so I could peer up at her.
“I don’t need any help in this department.”
She let out a tiny groan of frustration but eased back onto the mattress.
With a grin, I returned to my task of pleasuring the most delectable pussy I’d ever met.
Keeping the tension on the fabric, I leaned down and spat on her cunt, letting it soak her.
Lubrication was key, so I spread it around, focusing my attention on her tight bundle of nerves.
I wanted to fuck just her clit to make her come, but I needed more lube.
Rising to my knees, I watched Molly blink up at me as I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.
Pre-cum spilled from the tip, the fucking thing leaking at the prospect of finally being inside her again.
It would have to wait a little longer because I planned on taking my time with her.
Gripping my cock, I pumped my shaft, staring at what Molly was offering me so willingly.
“What are you?—”
“Trust me, baby. I’m going to make this so good that you’ll forget your own name.”
She huffed out a laugh, but it turned into an erotic hiss when I slapped the head of my cock onto her covered pussy. She squirmed, blinking up at me.
I grinned. “Oh, you like when I slap your pussy. Noted.”
Returning to my task, I stroked my cock with one hand while keeping the tension tight on her panties. I watched as the panel between her thighs grew darker and darker, her arousal soaking through the fabric. My girl was getting off on this shit, and I was fucking here for it.
It only took half a dozen more strokes before I came all over her panties. Seeing her covered in my cum made my brain short circuit, and my dick twitched, ready for round two. I only needed five minutes until I was hard again, and I could do a lot of fucking damage to a woman’s cunt in that time.
Smearing my release all over her, I took the head of my semi-hard dick and pushed it through her slit, while remaining over her panties.
Molly moaned at the friction, her hands fisting in the sheets beside her.
When my dick was hard once more, I hooked a finger under the soaked panel of her panties and tucked my cock inside.
I fucked her clit, running my dick over the sensitive bud until Molly’s panting filled the room.
The outline of my cock under her panties, pushing through her lips, and then emerging from the top of the lace was a fucking new kink for me—one that could see me blowing my load faster than I intended.
Dragging back, I settled the head of my dick against her slick center, forcing myself to bite back my groan.
She was so fucking hot, but I wasn’t ready to slide to my downfall just yet.
Rubbing against her at that slow pace was torture for me, but one look at her face, and I knew it was worse for her.
Good. The slower the climb, the longer and stronger the release.
And I planned on making Molly come as many times as possible before the sun came up.
My breath was labored in my ears as I flexed my hips against her, though the feeling of her pussy wet and warm against the underside of my dick was almost my undoing.
Molly quivered beneath me, her skin flushing hotter and hotter.
“Oh, God,” she keened.
“Call me Keir, baby. Everyone needs to know who’s fucking you into a frenzy right now.”
Lifting her head, she peered down our bodies to watch me fuck her clit. “I’m going to come,” she panted. “Keir, I’m going to come, and you’ve only used the head of your cock.”
I smirked. “Imagine what I can do with the whole thing.”
She let out a delicate groan, throwing her arm over her face as her hips flexed upward, meeting the thrust of my dick between her thighs. Her clit had fucking doubled in size, and I wondered if she knew how sensitive she was. Given the way she was now chanting my name, she probably did.
“Keir!” she gasped, as her whole body seized with her release.
Wrenching her panties out of the way, I spread her legs and watched her pussy pulse, the rhythmic contractions mesmerizing me. Taking what was left of my release, I rubbed it onto my cock, then slid the head against her tight center. She jerked at the touch, and I gazed up at her.
“Sorry, just sensitive,” she replied.
“That’s good, baby. Easier to draw out the next one.” I notched myself at her entrance once more and thrust into her.
Fuck, she was tight. How had I not noticed the first time?
“Keir!” The way my name rolled off her tongue sent need rushing through me. Tilting her hips to the perfect angle, I pumped into her, feeling that spot—the one that would help her detonate.
I knew I’d found it when her whole body quivered, her pussy squeezing my cock.
“Oh,” she panted, looking up at me from under her dark lashes. “Keir.”
“Maybe God is a better name for me, baby.”
She unclenched one hand from the sheet and flipped me off, causing me to chuckle. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she hissed out, “Whatever it is you’re doing, don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to, Jynx,” I grunted back, sliding out of her pliant body before punching back in. The contractions inside her cunt were growing more noticeable, and I knew she was close to squirting all over the fucking sheets.
Her thighs twitched, and after one more thrust into her tight cunt, I pulled out. With a sensual moan, she squirted all over my cock and thighs, and all over the bed. Leaning down, I lapped it up, grinning when Molly made a noise of shock.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes rolling back into her head as I entered her again. Peeling her head off the pillow, she peered at me. “Were you … drinking me?”
Tunneling into her body, my cock went straight back to work, rubbing inside her. “I was fucking savoring you, baby.”