Page 63 of My Crazy Killers
“Hmm, maybe I’m not ready to share her yet,” I tell him, making him groan in frustration. “Maybe I want to teach her a lesson for teasing me all day and bend her over this table and fuck her raw.”
“Dios mio,” she exclaims. “Please, teach me a lesson, sir.”
I pinch her nipples as my cock jumps to full attention, her moans filling my ears as I roll my neck from side to side, trying to calm myself before I rip the rest of her clothes from her body.
“You want me, little vixen?” I ask, just to be sure. She lifts her head, her bright blue eyes full of lust as they connect with mine.
“Yes, please, Sly. I want you so bad.”
She grips my forearms as I tell her, “I’m not sure I can be gentle right now.”
“I don’t want gentle,” she says, stealing my heart all over again. “I want you.”
My control snaps. I shove her shirt down her arms, then reach around her back and undo her bra. She pulls it off herarms and throws it somewhere as I grab her skirt and panties and pull them down. She learned since last time, clearly realizing she needed to put them on over her garter, and they slip down easily. Leaving her once again in only her stockings and her black garter belt.
Unable to resist, I dive in, pulling one of her perfect tits into my mouth while my free hand tortures her other one. I know what works her up the most, so I trail circles around her nipple before flicking it and giving it random pinches. Her back arches each time I do it, pressing her further into my mouth.
I use my tongue and mouth to tease her nipple into a hard, swollen point before finally pulling back. She looks dazed as she blinks up at me, as if I’ve rendered her speechless.
Good.
I grab her hips tightly, taking a second to rake my eyes over the rest of her before I lift her from the table, spin her around, and shove her front down on the table. I try not to be too rough, but she’s literally begging for it. It’s impossible to resist.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” Dex whispers.
I squeeze her ass and step back so I can nudge her legs wider apart, giving me a good glimpse of her glistening pussy. “There it is,” I whisper, running a finger through her folds before pressing one inside her, making her gasp.
I use my thumb to rub her clit as I press another finger into her, keeping my thrusts slow and long, circling my fingers a little to help get her ready for me. With my free hand, I undo my belt and pull my hard cock free, giving it a few strokes before I switch hands, using her juices to lubemyself up. I keep switching hands, making sure we’re both good and ready as she wiggles and writhes beneath me.
“Please!” she begs. “I need you!”
“Jesus Christ,” Elias says in exasperation. “Why is that so sexy?”
I line myself up with her entrance, using one hand to align myself as I press the other to her back, skimming my fingers over her pink scars. They are all healed now, and with time, they may fade completely.
“Are they ugly?” she asks, obviously feeling me tracing over them.
“No,” I tell her. “They’re beautiful, like the rest of you. They show me how strong you are, how you can survive anything. If anything, they make you more attractive.”
“Prove it.” She throws the dare out there, knowing what it’ll do to me, and she’s not wrong. The second the words fall from her lips, I slam myself inside, making her cry out.
“You’re so tight,” I grunt out, slowly swiveling my hips in a circle.
“Sly!” she gasps, her hands coming up to grip the tablecloth beside her head.
“You like that?” I ask, continuing the rotation.
“I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“I’m just trying to get you ready, stretch you out so I can take you good and hard.” I feel her pussy clench around me, and I chuckle. “My little vixen likes dirty talk.”
“Oh, she loves it,” Pete says knowingly. “She particularly likes it if you describe what you want to do to her.”
“Good to know,” Elias says, making me grin.
“Is that true, little vixen?” I ask, moving one hand to rub up her back. Eyeing her hair, I have the urge to sink myhands into it, but she’s wearing those adorable buns right now. “Let your hair down for me,” I tell her as I circle my hips.
She whimpers, but slowly lifts her hands and starts pulling them loose. I try to take note of how she does it, so I can do it in the future, but the way she squeezes my cock so tightly has me more than a little distracted.
