Climbing from the bed, I tore my clothes off, my shirt drawing over the scratch at my shoulder so more blood trickled down my chest. My dick sprang free from my black jeans, then, finally naked, I knelt back on the bed.
Nerves strung me up tight, like I was some virgin teenager doing this for the first time.
“Stealing my firsts, Lovelyn.” I encircled her ankle and moved her leg out, holding on to the other for leverage.
Making space for me between her thighs.
If she’d been awake, she’d want to be kissed. To be played with, tormented, and loved on until she was ready for me. Lucky for me, and my dick which was so fucking hard I could barely see, Lovelyn wasn’t conscious enough to make any demands.
She was wet, though. Her cunt gleamed in a welcome sight that would never leave my brain.
Teenage-me would get his way.
Like I did when I chased her, I got my dick into position and thrust inside with no waiting around, swearing at the tight fit and instant flood of deep need at the force I needed to get inside. Her head rolled on the pillow. The next buck into her jiggled her tits. I repeated it, getting faster while staring at her chest.
This. Her soft body under my grip. Her safety in my hands. I needed it so fucking badly.
“Goddamn it, flower girl. I need ye to never take one of those pills again, do ye hear me? But at the same point, this is a gift. Understand? Giving me your body like this. You don’t know what you’ve done.”
I wouldn’t have done this with her awake. At best, I could’ve pinned her to the hallway wall then fucked her until we both came, but after, walked away. Kept my distance until the sensation wore off and I could think straight again.
She had no idea how I couldn’t breathe around her. More than just from kissing her. When she smiled at me. Laughed. Touched me. I wasn’t sure when it started, but it was getting stronger in line with my addiction to her.
“Don’t. Stop,” she managed.
A burst of speed had me sawing in and out like a madman. My arms shook where I braced over her. All night, I’d play with her. I’d explore her in all the ways I wanted.
Blood dripped onto her belly.
I swiped a finger through it and painted it over her bottom lip. Lovelyn’s tongue darted over it. I stilled and dropped my mouth to hers for a demanding, one-sided kiss.
Without warning, I came.
I groaned. This was never going to have lasted long. Not with how messed up I was, but that was fine. She didn’t know.
Collapsing on top of her felt too good.
My orgasm rinsed my brain of anything but pure satisfaction. Lazily, I worked her a few more times then rolled off. On my elbows, I watched my cum seep out of her. I’d never wanted kids, but somehow, I had a breeding kink with this woman. The safe kind where I couldn’t actually get her pregnant. Just the thought of my cum inside her was enough to get me hard again.
And the wildness returned with a vengeance.
Climbing off the bed, I paced to the window and back. Lovelyn’s room had a bookshelf on one wall, a dressing table on another, and her bathroom through a doorway. All pretty and neat. Floral designs everywhere.
Just like how I’d wanted my personal possessions used on her, I had the urge to leave my mark here. Another series of steps took me back to the window, and I wiped the sweat from my brow on her curtains. That way she could pick up the faint smell of me when she was next in here alone.
An idea took shape. From around the room, I collected personal possessions. A hairbrush, her tumbler, then I slid open a drawer. Bingo. A pink vibrator. Back on the bed, I eased her hairbrush handle inside her, coating it in our cum, swiping more on my fingers to trace over her tumbler. I dabbed it on the bedframe and her side table.
When I eased the brush handle in and out, she moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering. My heart lurched. I didn’t know she was awake enough to enjoy what I was doing.
Fuck, she’d missed out the first time. I’d come and she hadn’t.
I had until I collapsed to force as many orgasms into her flesh as was humanly possible, the side benefit being just how much I’d get to play with her body.
I had work to do.
Chapter 32
Lovelyn
