Knocked Up by the Killer

“Wouldn’t like it?” I shook my head and moved closed again. I pressed myself against her and let her feel my hard cock. “I love it,” I whispered in her ear.

She let out a moan as I kissed her neck and teased her breasts again. I kissed her small shoulders, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. She reached forward and began to unbutton my shirt. I helped her, finished unbuttoning, let her take off my jacket and my shirt.

She ran her hands down my cut chest and my abs as her eyes took in my tattoos.

“Wow,” she said then began to work on my belt.

I unhooked her bra. It fell forward and onto her kitchen floor. I bit a hard, pink nipple, licked around it, let her finish taking my belt off.

I lifted her up onto the counter, pushed away a dirty cup, let it rattle into the sink. I licked her nipples, circled them with my tongue. I reached up to pull her hair with one hand and pushed her legs wide with the other. I slipped my fingers down the front of her panties and found her soaking wet spot. I rolled my fingertips along her gorgeous slit, teasing from top to bottom, then found her clit.

She moaned into my kiss. I worked her soaking spot in circles and bit her lip. She pushed harder against me, her round, firm breasts against my chest.

I couldn’t take it. I moved back and pulled her panties off. Her pussy was pink and glistening wet as I licked her top to bottom, tongue rolling around her clit, lapping her up, tasting her every inch.

“Fuck, Tanner,” she moaned. “Oh my god.”

“Look at this delicious little cunt,” I said. “I knew you were gorgeous, but I didn’t know you’d taste like heaven too.”

“Fuck,” she moaned again.

I licked her faster, sucked her clit. “There’s nothing more gorgeous than a girl in barely more than heels,” I said and pulled her down off the counter. She gasped as I turned her around and slapped her ass hard.

I wasn’t going to kill her tonight. But maybe I’d make it hurt a little bit.

I slapped her ass again then teased her clit with my fingers from behind. She wiggled her hips, hands on the countertop, legs spread wide, ass up in the air. The heels suited her just find and made those lean legs look fifty feet long.

“Something about you makes me stupid,” I said, a little purr in my throat. “Something about your skin. Your firm breasts. Those pink nipples. Do you like when a man licks your firm little clit?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I moved my hand and turned her toward me. I bit her lip hard and let her taste her pussy on my tongue. She reached down and tugged at my pants until they came off. She grabbed my cock through my boxer briefs, a little too eager, and stroked me. I growled my pleasure and pulled her hair as I palmed a breast and kissed her neck.

“Bedroom,” I said. “Now.”

I pulled her toward it. She walked ahead of me and I let my eyes linger on her ass. She looked over her shoulder, cheeks bright pink, as she pushed open her door.

Queen bed, colorful prints on the walls. A big wooden dresser, two nightstands, a clock glowing red numbers. She turned to me and pulled at my boxer briefs until they came off. Her hands wrapped around my shaft and stroked me top to bottom. I let out a moan of pleasure.

I ran my thumb down her lower lip.

“I don’t think you’d ever had a man like me before,” I said.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Look at you. Too cute by half. And this place?”

“What’s wrong with my place?”

“It’s perfect,” I said. “Too clean. Too nice for a man like me.”

“What’s so nice about me?” she asked. “Just because I like to have a nice home.”

“Oh, little darling. You have no clue.”

She glared at me then dropped to her knees. There was a defiant glare in her eyes.

Good. That’s what I wanted.

She took my cock in her mouth. She was sloppy about it. Sucked me deep and long, let me slide into her throat. I grabbed her hair and helped her along, not shy as I fucked her pretty lips.

“Oh, you are a good girl,” I said. “On your knees, sucking my thick cock. You can barely fit my shaft in your mouth and there you are, still trying. You do want me to make you feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, pulling back and stroking me fast. “God, yes.”

She was lost in it. I could see it now. She was so lost, deep in the moment. She’d forgotten her hesitations, forgotten that I was a strange man she met on the internet. She didn’t care anymore.