I took a moment to look, and when I did, I saw something that made my mouth fall open. Kansas had a relatively new tattoo. It was a death’s head moth, like Constantine’s. Only on the other side of his chest.
Suddenly, I could feel the weight of the tattoo I’d gotten for Constantine and raised my hand to cover it. Kansas didn’t notice it.
“I’m not using a condom,” he said, climbing back onto the bed. “I got a taste without it. It’s already done.”
“Okay,” I whispered. His tone told me this was not up for debate. Much like Constantine, when he decided something, that was that.
“I’ve waited so long for this, princess,” he said as he kissed my neck and lowered me onto the pillows. He reached for my legs, pulling them up. Kansas took his cock, stroked it some, and then his eyes returned to mine. Maintaining complete eye contact, he pushed his cock between my folds and then inside me.I lost my breath at the sensation. Would I ever get used to it? It felt so good. Kansas hoisted my legs higher and began to thrust.
I was rolling in my pleasure as he pushed down on my mound and began massaging it as he thrust.
“You’re perfect,” he told me. “You’re the perfect little princess for us.”
Us?
“Your breathing is quickening. Your pussy is tightening around my cock. Are you trying not to come?” he asked.
“I want to make it last,” I gasped.He thrust into me and lifted, touching something deep inside I didn’t understand.
“Don’t worry about lasting. I want you to come again, princess.” Keeping one hand on my mound, he moved the other to my clit and began to rotate his thumb in small circles.
A sensation took ahold of me, almost like glass shattering in my ears as I became way more wet down there and my body relaxed.Kansas stopped moving and lifted his head to meet my gaze. We stared at each other in wonder.
“Did I just—” Fear rose in my belly with mortification close behind.
“Squirt all over my cock?” His eyebrows rose, and he laughed. He thrust deep into me again and moved over me to let my legs relax into the missionary position to continue fucking. “Yeah, you did, princess. And we’re gonna do it again.”
Rule 59 - Kansas
Let them hang themselves.
Eisley kept her black curtains drawn in her black room, causing me to wake up hours later and not know exactly what time it was. Climbing out of her bed, still naked from the long night of sex, I walked to the bathroom and saw through one of her hallway windows it was light out.
I struggled to take a piss, as my cock was still hard, and wanted to go again. I’d never felt this voracious, this hungry, for a woman before, even after my first time. But with Eisley, I couldn’t get enough.
I returned to bed and she turned over, still asleep, still nude, like me. I pulled her into my arms and pressed my cock into her ass. She didn’t stir, and despite wanting to fuck her, I closed my eyes and fell back asleep. I’d get my chance again soon.When we both eventually woke up, Eisley was suddenly modest, trying to cover her beautiful tits with her blanket.I tugged it down playfully.
“I love seeing your tits,” I said with a grin. “I like licking them more.”I rolled over her, taking one into my mouth. I nipped at it and swirled my tongue, helping it rise to a point. She gasped, then giggled, shoving me away.
“Stop! At this rate, we’ll never get out of bed.”
“I don’t see an issue,” I muttered, kissing her breasts more. Keeping my mouth on one, I pinched the other.
“I do!” She laughed, and I let her go. Stealing the blanket, she stomped to the bathroom and declared she was showering and to let her do it in peace.Rolling my eyes, I reached for my glasses on the nightstand and slid them onto my nose.
“Anything you want, princess.”She scowled but shut the door.Sliding my boxers on and nothing else, I went downstairs. I hoped by not putting all my clothes back on I could push for another round before I had to take off. Fuck, I was an animal in heat around her. I couldn’t think about anything but shoving my cock as far as I could inside her.
I walked into the living room and began cleaning up the food and beer abandoned last night. I tossed the glass bottles in the kitchen sink and the food in the trash. I looked around and admired how well she’d picked up the mess I’d made the other night while she was upstairs sleeping soundly.
It was absurd, as I knew exactly what I was looking for and how to get in, but I had to make it look like it was a stranger snooping, not me.
The doorbell rang, and I opened to find a kid in a baseball cap sprinting down the porch steps and across the yard to his bike.
“Hey!” I stepped out onto the porch and yelled. The kid turned and reached for his bike, hopping onto it. He shot me the middle finger and sped off.I stared after him for a long moment, processing what had happened. I turned to go inside and saw white envelope taped to the door with my name on it.
How did anyone know I was here?I snatched the letter off the door and walked inside, tearing it open. Inside was a printed note, that after a quick scan, I determined was from that stupid documentary director. I thought I’d taken care of his ass the other day. Had the police dropped their investigation?
Kansas,
