She choked, gagged and learned a whole new way to breathe in those few seconds before it no longer felt like he was trying to kill her.
Kyle face fucked her until she slobbered all over his dick then pulled out of her neck and flung her onto her hands and knees. He was in the mood to fuck and fuck hard. She had to learn after tonight that there was no going back, no room for doubt and second-guessing. She’d also learn that this is what happens when she pisses him the fuck off.
She almost flew off the bed when he slammed into her from behind. Her fists tightened in the sheets and she held on for dear life as he pummeled her, working out his frustrations on her and in her. He felt huge this way, like he would rip her in two. Her mouth fell open but no words came, she couldn’t remember any.
She felt the heat of his chest as he leaned over her, driving his cock deeper inside her still.
“I’m going to fuck my kid in you if it’s the last thing I do.” How could her body react so strongly to those words when her mind tried telling her something different? Right this minute while he was inside her, she wanted nothing more than for him to do what he threatened.
Kyle plowed into her belly like a man on a mission. Little did she know that he’d been taking it easy on her tight little pussy, until now. No more. She wants to mouth off she can handle the fucking he wanted to give her. “Cock that ass higher.” He smacked her ass cheek hard and the sting made her juice more.
“Ohhhhh.” She found that with her back arched and her ass high in the air the way he’d ordered, the pressure eased inside just a little. No sooner had she had the thought than he went to a whole new place inside. “Owwwwwww.” She couldn’t even ease off his dick because it felt like they were stuck.
He’d hit something inside her that made her see double and once again the pleasure pain confused her. “That… is your womb.” The words started a raging inferno inside her and she knew this was going to be bigger than all the others.
“I’m going to plant my kid inside you sweet Kerry.” With his announcement they both came long and hard. She, with a wild scream, that sounded like he was killing her; and he with a hoarse growl that teased the hairs at her temple. “That’s it, milk my cock babydoll.” She moved back and forth on his hard cock getting all she could from the pleasure that rode her hard. He kept stroking his big cock inside her as he turned her head roughly and took her mouth in a ferocious kiss that bruised her lips.
Chapter 16
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He’d killed her. That was her first thought when her eyes popped open the next morning. She tried to feel her body but she was one sore mess from head to toe and places in between. She was too embarrassed to turn her head to look at him, but she could feel him lying next to her.
She’d had anal sex. The memory made her face hot enough to singe the sheets. Her ass still stung and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. Okay that’s a lie. When they were doing it, she enjoyed the hell out of it. But now in the dawning light of day she felt uncertain. How could she have let him do that to her? Not that she’d had much of a choice.
In the middle of their sexual marathon, he’d simply asked her if she had any oil or lubricant and like an idiot she’d said yes and told him where to find it in the bathroom cabinet. He’d walked away with his fine ass on full display, only to return with the tube and made her roll over onto her stomach.
She’d still had no idea what he was up to, thinking that he was going to use it to soothe between her legs where she was already sore and bruised. Instead he’d put what felt like globs of it on her little innocent rosebud. She’d been about to ask him what he was doing when she felt his tongue on her sore flesh from behind. It was heaven.
He’d spent a lot of time eating her like that, his tongue making her crazy as he suckled her clit and lathed the insides of her sex, and by the time he got to his knees behind her and greased up his cock she no longer cared what he was up to. She did care when he pushed that overgrown head of his cock inside her though. The pain had been excruciating and his words of comfort did very little to ease her. But he’d taken his time and refused to stop, until the pain gave way and sensation overtook her once again.
She thinks her embarrassment this morning stemmed from the fact that she’d liked it too much. She’d even begged him not to stop and since he’d already cum like four times by then, he stayed in her for a very long time. She’d cum hard and long with him buried in her ass and now that she remembered, she’d said some pretty off color things too.
“Oh hell.” She buried her face in the pillow and wished to disappear. “Good morning Princess, time to rise and shine if you want me to feed you.” Kyle was feeling no pain. Last night, he’d staked his claim in no uncertain terms and she bore the marks to prove it. Her neck, chest and back were a mess where he’d sucked on her flesh.
Looking down at his semi hard cock, he shook his head. His boy had done him proud last night, staying the course. He’d fucked her raw well into the wee hours of the morning and though his dick was a little tender he was still giving her ass looks. He’d rubbed some ointment in her pussy after he was through, when he just couldn’t stroke another fuck into her, so hopefully she wasn’t in too much pain
this morning. But if worse came to worse, he’d dose her up with some over the counter meds because he meant to keep his word about staying inside her all day.
She’d moved the pillow over her head and the sheet had ridden down to the top of her ass. He stroked his cock a couple times before pulling the sheet away and forking his leg between hers, opening her up for his morning wood. Remembering that she liked her ass smacked, he laid one on her before pulling her up by her middle. He used his fingers to fuck her to readiness while his cock bobbed between his stomach and her ass.
“I’m gonna do you rough from behind baby hold on.” He slammed into her dripping cunt going balls deep in one stroke and she howled and threw her pussy back at him. “My hot little bitch in heat.” He whispered in her ear and the words made her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.
How could she want him like this again? Last night, or this morning rather, after they’d finally rolled away from each other too spent for anything more than breathing, she’d been sure that she was all the way done. Her body ached in the most spectacular way and she was more fulfilled than she’d ever been.
But now here she was on her hands and knees once again, and she never wanted it to end. His big rough hands came around her to lift her breasts, his palms rubbing back and forth over her hard nipples. As if her body wasn’t on fire enough he bit into her neck while slamming in and out of her. She’d long stopped being embarrassed by how wet she got for
him and just enjoyed the way his heaviness felt sliding in and out of her. He wasn’t kidding about doing her rough. He did some kind of maneuver back there that had him going past her navel or at least that’s what it felt like.
“You like that, huh?” He pulled her head back by her hair, which he held fisted in his hand. His other hand came down on her ass hard and her eyes crossed. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it or I’ll stop.
“No-no don’t stop please don’t stop.” She tried to get him moving by pushing back on his cock, but the tease pulled back farther. “Beg me to fuck you.” Smack, smack, smack…. “Yes please fuck me fuck me fuck me.” She shook her head wildly as he plowed into her over and over. She gave up caring about how she sounded or what she looked like with her ass in the air legs spread as wide as they could go.
“Yeah, that’s it, fuck that cock like you mean it.” Kerryanne hadn’t started out trying to prove a point, but as Jen’s words rang through her head as she enjoyed the cock that fucked in and out of her with abandon, she knew the words were hollow.
She felt joy that she wasn’t a dud, that she could actually enjoy immense pleasure when she’d once borne the scorn of a husband who’d called her frigid. “What are you thinking about huh?” Oh shit, how does he always know? “Nothing, I wasn’t thinking�
�” Her words got stuck in her lungs when his next lunge sent him past that rubbery place inside and beyond.
“You don’t fucking think when I’m inside you.” His fingers tightened in her hair, as he now became the one with a point to prove. He was right though, because pretty soon she forgot about everything else but what he was doing to her. “Are you close? Good.” She didn’t know what he meant until she felt the emptiness and a few seconds later wet heat in the small of her back.
She waited for what came next but nothing. Looking over her shoulder she met cold furious eyes. “Were you thinking about that fuck while I was inside you?” If she had been she wouldn’t have told him, not with murder in his eyes. “No I wasn’t promise.”
“What were you thinking about?” she turned over so she could face him completely, but she couldn’t go anywhere since he still straddled her legs. “And it better be the truth Kerryanne or it’s gonna be your ass.”
“I was just thinking that I wasn’t a dud.” She felt stupid even saying the words out loud. He didn’t say anything for the longest time, and then she found herself pinned beneath him. “No sweetheart you’re not.” He slipped back into her, still hard even though he’d just cum in her back.
This time he went slow taking his time as he slid in and out of her, filling her. “Wrap your legs around me. That’s it.” He twisted his hips and fucked into her deep while his mouth teased hers. They kissed and rocked together to the sweetest orgasm thus far and she didn’t even care that he was squashing her.
Kyle finally rolled off and laid next to her. “Ouch.” She yelped when he slapped her ass.
“Try not to think about those two when we’re in bed okay.” His voice sounded calm enough but she knew him well enough to know that it was deceptive. She guessed she couldn’t blame him, but he didn’t understand. This was huge for her. For the last few months she’d believed the worse of herself. Now she had proof that she wasn’t the loser she’d come to believe herself to be.
“Okay.” She chose not to expound to avoid an argument, but instead held onto that glow she was getting used to. Kyle dropped it. There was no point in rehashing shit with her, her reality was just that and he had to accept the fact that as much as he’d like to, he couldn’t remove her past. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna do his best to blot the shit out as best he could. He yawned and jackknifed in the bed.
“Let’s get a move on babe I’m starved so I know you must be too.” He tapped her sheet-covered ass when she didn’t move. He felt like a big breakfast this morning. All that fucking had left him ravenous. He decided they’d go to the diner and he’d bring her back here and fuck the shit out of her some more.
“Up.” This tap wasn’t as soft as the first and she yelped as she jumped out of bed. She glared at him as she rubbed the sting from her ass before turning to head for the bathroom. “Lose the sheet.” She was trying to hide from him but he wasn’t about to let her do that shit. That body was now his.
Her whole body went red when she dropped the sheet and hotfooted it to the door. He really should leave her alone, she’d been moving a little stiff, but there was nothing wrong with washing her back. He had enough control after all didn’t he?
He ended up cornering her in the shower stall with his mouth attached to her pussy before bending her over and doing her again.
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Once again, he picked out her clothes. Choosing another one of his purchases. A nicely patterned silk top that molded her body without showing off too much, and a pair of jeans. She didn’t know what he was up to with that, and didn’t bother to ask.
Kyle always had a reason for everything he did. It was the business genius in him. Always pay attention to detail. The fine citizens of the little known town may not know much about him, but he’d made it his business the last few weeks to learn all there was to know about them.
For instance, he knew that even if his Princess wasn’t aware of the value of the new clothes he’d got her, women like Sarah and Jen would. He wasn’t above rubbing their faces in it and meant to do even more before all was said and done. He wanted them to regret their treatment of her, but he also selfishly wanted them to see that she was now in a much better place than they were and to hell with whoever thought he was being petty. From what he’d seen so far, that was all these fucks understood anyway.
He paid extra special attention to her as he put her in the car and strapped her in. Knowing what she’d come from, what she’d endured in her marriage and after, he had made up his mind to treat her the way she deserved. He hadn’t given her the words as yet no, but there was nothing stopping him from showing her just what she had come to mean to him.
Kerryanne wasn’t thinking about anything or anyone else as he held her hand as they drove to the diner. She was still in her little bubble and not even the little blip earlier could touch her there.
She was feeling mighty proud of herself truth be known, and could now admit to herself that the night couldn’t have ended any better if she’d planned it. She hadn’t had a moment to think about the confrontation with Paul and Jen. Even her dreams had been about him and what they’d done together.
Her old doubts and worries teased the edges of her mind but she fought to keep them back. She was going to take this one-day for herself. And after he’d pounded her in the bathroom Kyle had promised more of the same after breakfast. So she was definitely not going to let anything interfere with that. She had no idea if it would be the last time.
That thought brought a touch of misery but she pushed it aside. “What’s bothering you now?” Dammit, she was really gonna have to do better at hiding her thoughts from him. How could he possibly know her this well so soon? Paul never…oh shit.
“Nothing’s bothering me.” He pulled into the parking lot, parked, and just sat there tapping his fingers on the wheel. “Do me a favor sweetheart, don’t ever lie to me. I might not like what you have to say, but at the end of the day I’d prefer you tell me the damn truth I hate a fucking liar.” He slammed out of the car and walked around to her side.
Will they ever have one day where there’s no argument? What if she told him to stop thinking about the most traumatic experience in his life, what then? “Kyle, please listen to me. You have to believe that I do not have any fond thoughts of Pa…”
“Don’t say his name.” He held her jaw between his fingers and glared at her. “Just try your best not to think about him, ever.” Nuts, just plum crazy is what he is. How was she supposed to handle this situation? She didn’t know the first thing about sustaining a healthy relationship obviously and she kept pushing the wrong buttons with him. It seemed they were only happy together in bed.
That too was a lie. She’d come to enjoy his company. If she were really being honest she’d admit that it was a lot more than that, but she wasn’t even about to let her mind go down that path. Not with him acting like a wounded bear. He all but dragged her across the parking lot and a little bit of the morning’s shine was beginning to wane.
She didn’t know if she should be mad at him or herself for the way this always seemed to happen. If he wasn’t so damn hardheaded he would listen and he would know that all she was doing was trying to move on from what was. That the reason her mind
kept going back there was because things with him were so different, which is a good thing. Of course he’s the most irrational human being on the planet so she’d likely never get the chance.
The waitress greeted them like regulars and seated them in what was now their usual booth. He sat her on the inside and sat down next to her facing the door. “Don’t pout sweetheart, we’re fine.” That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one that felt like he was always messing up. And how was she supposed to fix things if he wouldn’t even let her talk?
He did his usual ordering for her and acted like there wasn’t a big old elephant in the room. She was itching to bring it up but thought it might be better to leave it for later when they had more privacy. Either w
ay she was going to court his wrath because things couldn’t go on like this with him constantly going off the rails every time she had a thought. She wasn’t a damn robot before he came along after all, and he had to stop treating her like an idiot.
With that finally settled in her head she sat back to enjoy the whole wheat pancakes he’d got her into and her first cup of coffee for the day. She hadn’t written a word in twenty-four hours and was surprised that she didn’t feel that sickening panic that usually followed anytime she took time away from her new hopefully fulfilling career.
She did have a lot of new material for her book though. Kyle would kill her if he knew she was thinking about putting even more of his true character in her novel. What he didn’t know won’t hurt him, and she was sure he would never be caught dead reading her stuff.
“We need to pick up some groceries when we’re done here. And don’t get that look on your face. I’ve told you already, it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” Yes, he kept telling her that but she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. There was so much still up in the air with them, like how much longer was he planning to stay? Was he expecting them to have one of those long distance things and if so was that something she wanted?
“How do you plan on doing that from Chicago?” He opened his mouth to say something but closed it just as quickly. “Kerryanne, what did I tell you last night? Where I go you go. Maybe we should leave this conversation for another time, how’re your pancakes?”
Way to change the subject. She guessed he was right, this was no place to have any kind of serious discussion, especially not when his gramps and his gang showed up and took over.
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