I spank her glistening ass, loving how quick it turns red.
Kimberly starts to moan, finally getting her breath back.
“Oh, that was—oh, it was deep. It was so deep. It was so good.”
“Who owns you?” I snarl, fucking her so hard now the whole bed starts to make noise.
The headboard slams against the wall over and over.
“You,” she cries.
She can’t push back anymore. All she can do is take the full force of my body against hers.
“Fuck, fuck,” I gasp. “You’re my—”
“I’m your anything,” she moans, her pussy getting tighter, hotter.
I’m close.
I ache for her.
“I’m yours, Kris,” she cries.
Her ass cheeks are hypnotizing me, the way they bounce off my abs. They’re so round and meaty and sexy. My cock disappears between her ass cheeks, right to the base, ramming more of her own squirting cream into her.
More and more—holy fuck, no way, she’s creaming again.
“Come with me,” she cries, voice choked.
“In, in,” I grunt.
“Huh?”
“In,” I snarl an animal noise, hardly a word.
A moment later, she moans, “Oh, baby, come in me.”
“Yes,” I snap, the headboard slamming against the wall and the whole bed smashing against the floor as I take this cunt, as I make it mine.
“Come in my pussy.”
I growl and my woman knows what that means. It means keep saying things like that. It means I’m in charge now.
“Come in my virgin pussy, Kris,” she moans. “Come in my tight virgin cunt.”
“Argh,” I roar.
One of the bed legs snaps and the mattress tips to the side.
I fall forward, keeping my cock in her the whole time as we collapse atop the bed. I handle her like a rag doll, only caring that my cock stays inside of her no matter where we end up.
My boiling shaft is pumping more and more hot seed into her each second, my balls gasping with relief as I erupt inside her.
I roll on my back, Kimberly sitting atop me.
I dart my hands up and yank her dress down. Her breasts are bulging out of her bra, looking like they were made to be palmed and stroked.
I push her bra aside and prop her up against me, taking her weight, and then I lean down and bite softly into her breast.
I bite and bite as the last shivers of my release leave me, and my cock finally starts to wilt.
I release her breast, staring down.
A pale red mark, already fading back to her skin tone.
I look into her eyes. She’s smiling. Her features are flooded with relief.
“Tell me I did okay,” she says.
My cock gives a quiver when I slide out of her.
I fall sideways on the bed, bringing her with me.
She giggles and we land facing each other.
“You know you did better than okay,” I smirk. “You’re just fishing for compliments.”
“So is it me and you forever now, Kris?” she murmurs.
“Always,” I tell her. “If that was your first time, damn, I can’t wait to see what you’re like when you’ve had a few years. Fuck—I don’t even know if it’s even possible for you to be better. You were so perfect.”
Her smile quirks when she feels my cock harden again, brushing against her thigh.
“So soon?” she moans, biting her bottom lip.
“You drive me crazy,” I snarl. “I can’t help it—”
Suddenly, the main door to the room bursts open.
I tilt my head, listening.
Footsteps—in the hallway.
I leap off the bed and pull my pants up, rushing to the door. My hand darts out and grabs a golden vase. It’s heavy, but I can handle it easily.
I slide behind the door, silently. My senses heightened, piqued.
The footsteps are getting closer.
“Get in the ensuite,” I grunt across the room, keeping my voice low. “Lock the door.”
“Okay, Kris,” Kimberly says, moving to the edge of the bed. “But what if something happens to you?”
“Don’t worry,” I snarl, as the footsteps approach the door.
I bring my finger to my lips, shushing her, and then nod toward the ensuite.
“Boss,” Maury says from the other side of the door, his voice shaking. “You better let them in. They’ve got guns. They’re going to kill me.”
“Yeah,” another voice laughs. “Better listen to him, Kris, my man. Wouldn’t want this to get messy.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I snarl.
“I know who he is,” Kimberly says, her voice trembling.
I glare at her.
Get in the ensuite now.
“It’s Aaron,” she murmurs. “Aaron Fitzgerald, the jock who tricked me on prom night.”
My blood runs cold.
What the fuck is happening right now?
Chapter Seventeen
Kimberly
Kris gives me a firm nod of his head. His grey suit is crumpled from our lovemaking, our sex, our wild fucking. My body is still reeling and all of this feels like a dream.
We were just holding each other, his manhood swelling between us.
I felt a glittering certainty in me that, the second time, we would fall back into that melting state again. We’d collapse and hover there together like we did the first time.