Killer

Keller tilts my head back, our mouths a fraction of an inch apart. “You’re not afraid of me.”

I don’t hesitate to respond. “No. I’m not.”

“You should be.”

His mouth crashes down over mine, the kiss punishing yet somehow tender. My body melts and fire rips through me, sparking nerve endings that explode in a burst of white-hot desire. I grip his waist, pulling his hips flush against the edge of the table so I can wrap my legs around him. Keller groans into my mouth, his hands dropping to grab my backside so he can grind his hard length into the soft space between my thighs. He curses and reaches into his shorts, tossing his required cup to the floor.

“God, Britt. You make me so fucking crazy. You make me want things I haven’t thought of in years.” Keller lets go of my face to tug my shirt off. He bends me back, easing me down until I’m lying on the exam table, Keller still standing between my legs. “These need to go,” he snarls, yanking down my leggings and panties, leaving them around my ankles to bind them together.

I whimper as he draws a lone finger across my skin to the pulse point at my throat. He continues down, over my collarbone, between my breasts, stopping at my navel. My back arches into his touch, craving more, needing more.

“Harder,” I gasp. “Make me feel.”

“Shhhhh.” That wicked finger dips lower, tracing a path to my slick pussy. “You’ll get what I give you, baby. I know what you need.” Bending over, Keller bites one of my breasts through the thin lace of my bra. As the glorious pain shoots through my body, Keller thrusts several fingers inside my tight channel.

“Oh god!” My hips buck off the table and I scrabble for something to hold on to, my hands gripping his thick hair.

Keller withdraws his mouth and hand, stepping back.

“No!” The loss of his touch has me aching. Keller smiles, his eyes alight with desire.

“I would finger your pussy all day if I could.” Without a word, he grabs my hips a

nd flips me over, landing a stinging blow across my ass. His large hand presses down on my lower back. “If I move my hand will you stay still?”

Panting, I control the urge to squirm and beg. “Yes.”

His hand vanishes and I can hear him rummaging around the room. When he comes back, he’s in front of me. I’m draped over the exam table, my feet on the ground, tangled in my pants, my naked ass in the air, and my torso laid out over the table.

Keller takes my hands and begins winding a red hand wrap around my wrists, over and under, again and again until he’s satisfied. “There. Don’t move,” he growls.

I test the bindings as he circles the table and a sharp, blistering slap lands across my backside.

“I said, don’t move.” Keller leans over me, the silky softness of his shorts sliding against my upturned ass. His tongue finds my left ear, plunging in, sending shivers rippling down my spine.

If he says something, I can’t hear it on that side, nor do I care. Keller puts one hand on each of my shoulders and drags them down my back, his blunt nails gouging into my skin.

“Ahhhhhhh!” My neck arches back at the sting of the scrapes.

Smack! Another blow hits my ass, then another. Slaps rain down on me until my skin is on fire and my entire body is trembling for release, making me forget everything—the crowd, the anxiety, the past. Keller moans his approval, his voice husky. “God you’re so fucking hot, Britt. So responsive. You want to feel alive? What you don’t know is that you have it all wrong. You make me feel alive.”

Keller reaches down between my legs and pinches my clit, twisting it, and I fall apart. Wailing, I shatter into a spectacular climax. The blunt head of Keller’s cock presses at my entrance and without warning, he slams in deep. What was merely an orgasm has now become a transcendental experience. Fast and hard, he fucks me through my climax and I swiftly peak again.

When Keller grabs my shoulders, holding tight as he fucks me, I swear I nearly black out from the pleasure. My body is floating, soaring, living. From somewhere, I hear Keller shout out his own string of obscenities as he falls over the edge, but I’m still flying too high to take much notice.

I’ve finally found someone to make me feel alive and there’s no way I’m letting him go.

8

Keller

Sweat drips off of me as I lean over Britt. For a moment, I think I’ve fucked her unconscious, but even though her eyes are closed, her pink lips curve up into a smile.

Happiness like I haven’t felt in almost a decade has me grinning like an idiot. How is it possible that this tiny, timid-looking girl, can make me feel about ten feet tall? She makes me feel… human. Fuck, just the fact that she makes me feel anything is a goddamn miracle.

I pull out and tuck my dick back into my shorts. Working fast, I unwrap her wrists, gently massaging the circulation back into them. Britt is so blissed out, she lets me manipulate her like a rag doll, her head lolling from one side to the other as I turn her over and pull her pants back up from her ankles, sliding them over her gorgeous red ass.

Britt finally comes back from wherever she’s been, blinking those big blue eyes up at me. I help her sit up, and she reaches one hand out to touch the side of my face. “Keller.”