When I do find him—because I will—I won’t hesitate to bury him as promised. I’ll make him disappear like a fucking magic trick, making him forget Kelly, and the rest of the world forget him.
There are some secrets Kelly will never learn for her own benefit. I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her, but at the core of my actions is her.
“This is the best way to wake up,” she mumbles. “Besides maybe one other thing . . .”
“Oh yeah?” I check the clock to see how fast I need to make this. Shit. We’re not late, but we will be if we don’t hurry. “I don’t know if we have time.”
She lifts her hips, and I sit up on my heels, giving her room to get to her knees and put her heart-shaped ass in the air. Covering her right cheek with my palm, I spread her apart and take in the view of her glistening pussy. I press my thumb to her tight knot and smirk when she sucks in a breath.
“Not today, but soon. If we didn’t have to hurry off to work so fast, I’d probably dive tongue first into your pretty cunt too.”
My cock is pointing at her as if I can’t see what’s right in front of me.
“Please,” she whines. She must know it’s my weakness. I’m a sucker for manners.
Gripping her waist, I yank her against me, sliding my cock between her soaked lips. Her whimpers are so distressed my forehead breaks out in a sweat.
“We’ll have to be quick.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She glances back at me, wearing nothing but ink and a wicked smile, like she’s daring me to snap. She doesn’t just make me lose control, she strips it from me, demonstrating that she’s earned her moniker—beautiful, reckless Chaos.
I smile and shake my head, then push inside her tight, wet entrance. Goddamn. I lean back to look, and her pussy hypnotizes me the way it swallows my length.
This time it’s not slow and sentimental, it’s quick and dirty.
She rocks against me, fucking me back, and I crack a palm across the top of her ass. Then she constricts around me and hums.
“That’s it, take it like my good fucking girl.”
We selfishly steal pleasure from each other, and our rhythm is primal and demanding as we seek the gratification that only the other person can provide.
She sits up on her knees and leans into me. One hand palms her heavy breast and the other captures her throat. Her groansvibrate through me as I ravage her. She wraps an arm around the nape of my neck; the other braces us against the headboard so we don’t fall over.
I hammer into her again and again, and no matter how hard I fuck her, it’s like she can’t get enough. I figured she had a freaky streak, but this is more than I anticipated.
“All these years.”
“What?” she asks, panting.
“I wondered how you liked being fucked. Turns out you want it rough.”
She chuckles, squeezing me a little more. “And you like control.”
“Perfect match, then,” I say between breaths, grunting when I bury deeper.
“Aren’t we a pair . . .”
Devious girl.
“I knew we would be.” I imagined it so many times. There’s not a place in this world I haven’t imagined fucking her. Like an animal that’s been in a cage for too long, pacing back and forth, my thoughts about Kelly grew more and more unhinged. I tried ignoring them, but they always went back to her. Now she’s mine, and this is our happy little life—complete with morning fucks before work.
She turns her head to the side. “How did you know?”
“You know how.”
That darkness that she has. The depravity that exists within her that’s never been fully quenched. It’s not a choice, it’s not curiosity, it’s deeper than that. There’s a carnal urge inside her that begs to be ruined in the most sinful of ways. Dismantled and then pieced back together again and again.
