6. Chapter Six Lakey #2
He laughed. That low, dark laugh that made my stomach flip and my chest ache at the same time. "We'll save that one for the honeymoon."
I thought about it. About marrying this man who'd killed for me, bled for me, gone to juvie for me, and spent the last nine years building a life with me that no therapist would approve of and no institution could contain.
About standing in front of someone and saying vows that we'd already kept for twenty years without saying them out loud.
"Hey, we're kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, aren't we?"
"Ummmm, yeah. Something like that."
Standing, I walked around the table, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back. Smashing my mouth to his before rubbing my tits in his face, I bit down on his lip. A groan escaped him.
"You promised to make it up to me. I demand payment."
He smirked. "My pleasure, Lakey. Always my pleasure." Cam stood, pushing me off him before grabbing me and lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the couch before he put me down. "Bend over."
I obeyed, standing on the floor and bending at the hips until my hamstrings ached.
"Such a pretty pussy, Lakes. Not even wearing underwear. Naughty, naughty girl. You know what, let’s sweeten the deal. After I fuck you and you're full of my cum, maybe we can go to Oakland... Would you like that, baby?"
The thought sent a jolt straight to my core. I whimpered in response.
"Words, baby, words."
"Y-yes. Yes, I'd like that." I wiggled my ass, desperate for him to touch me. To fuck me. Goddamn, to do anything to get rid of the throbbing.
His hand came down hard on my ass cheek. "But there's a catch."
"What? What catch?" I was getting irritated at my lack of being full of dick, and now he wanted to play games.
"You're not gonna wear underwear while we do it."
Oh God. This man was gonna be the death of me. "Fine. Can you fuck me now?"
A dark laugh escaped him as he smacked my ass once more. "You'll take what I give you, little one."
"Oh, fuck me." I muttered. My irritation turned into desire as his face came down to lick at my clit. "Oh yeah, fuck, right there."
Grinding my hips back on his mouth, I took what he gave until my legs started trembling. So close. So fucking close, just a little more...
And then he stopped. I was about to berate him when I heard his zip and his pants falling with a light thud to the ground. I waited impatiently until the tip of his cock pushed against my pussy.
"You want this, Lakey?" He teased, rubbing his cockhead over my pussy.
Groaning, I tried to back up onto it, but he moved just at the last second. "FUCK, fine. YES. I want it. Now. Give. It. To. Me."
He thrust in, one hard stroke and he was balls deep, making my toes curl. Yes, oh God, yes. This is what I needed. His cock filled the ache that nothing else could. I'd be sore tomorrow, but the burn was worth it. It was always worth it.
"So fucking tight, baby." Pulling out with a wet pop, he grabbed my hair and pulled until my back arched, before sliding back in slowly. "You sure you can take it?"
"Yes, fuck me like you hate me. I know you want to." His cock was so big, it always hurt, but more so when he didn't warm me up. Though, the pain was all part of the pleasure, and the stretch burned until it soothed into a nice ache.
He growled in response, his hands gripping my hips as he started pounding into me. The couch rattled against the wall as our moans filled the room. I gripped the cushions tighter as my climax neared.
"Come on, babe, I want you to cum." Cam's voice was gritty with lust.
That was all it took, and stars exploded behind my eyelids. He grabbed my hair, yanking hard until I was flush against him, my legs almost giving out from under me.
"Say my name, Lakey. Tell the world who just made you cum like that."
"Cam, fuck, do it again. Cam, please." I was begging, but I didn't care. I wanted more. He consumed me. His darkness met my own in a way no one's ever had.
My other half. The match to my flame. The only good left in me.
He increased his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of me while his hand found its mark, rubbing my clit hard.
His free hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing until I was breathing in small pants.
My head started to float and black splotches clouded my vision just as a wave of pleasure tore through my body, forcing me to collapse forward onto the couch.
He released my neck and grabbed my hips, driving himself home before dumping his cum deep inside me.
His cock twitched as his balls emptied. I loved the sensation of pieces of him staying inside me, living inside my body. I wanted to plug my pussy and keep it there, but instead he slowly pulled out, a wet pop sounding as he slid free.
"Such a good girl. You're all mine, Lakey. Every curve, every fear, every part of you. It's all mine." Cam said, his voice rough as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up his jeans.
He scooped me into his arms, assessing my neck. "You'll have some bruises. Sorry baby."
"Mmm, I don't mind. My personal necklace, and handmade by you. It's the best gift I could ask for. Aside from more of those orgasms, and of course my early birthday present. Hard to top a personalized hit list."
"Yeah, you're right. Fuck, you're so sexy. I love you, baby girl."
I leaned up, kissing his lips gently. "I love you too."
He set me down and stood before grabbing our empty wine glasses, placing them in the sink before washing his hands. "I need a smoke. Coming?"
"Yeah, I just need to get changed," she said. “Thought you wanted to plan these kills.”
"Yeah, changed my mind, but Lakey… remember the deal?"
"You really want me to kill someone with my tits out? Really Cam?"
"Yeah, you right. You can put a shirt on, but the underwear stays off, just change into leggings or whatever the fuck those things are called. Tights. I dunno. I just wanna see you all wet." He grabbed his pack of smokes.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that right?" I smiled, forcing my legs to move towards the bedroom to grab some proper killing clothes.
"Yeah, but I'm your sick fuck."