“I’m not stopping until I see my cum drip out of your ass,” I tell her, and she whimpers again. “I’ll make you walk back to the house with it dripping out of you, and then maybe I’ll have you crawl up to the bedroom so I can watch my messy girl. I want you dirty for me.”
Kimber moans, and I use the moment to pull out of her. I sit back on my knees, grabbing hers, and flip her again so she’s on her stomach before she can react.
She takes initiative, kicking out at me as she tries to scramble away from me. None of the fight left her, and I lock one arm around her calf as I hold her in place, reaching out to the plug with my other. I grab the base and twist it in her ass, making her stop and moan loudly.
Gripping the base, I pull it out of her. She throws her head back and shrieks, the plug resisting when we get back to the head, but after fucking her with it for a moment the toy gives and retracts back into the proper shape, the spreader closing as I pull it out of her.
I move, pressing the head of my cock to her ass the moment the toy is gone and stuffed into my pocket. I don’t giveher time to think about it, pushing the head and the first two inches of my cock into her ass in one hard thrust. I’m still coated in her, the cool air drying me a little, and her body bows back into an arch as I slide into her.
“Oh my god!”
I reach forward, grabbing her throat again, and her skin is covered in dirt and sweat now. I keep her arched as I push in deeper before I start fucking her, knowing I don’t need much after her pussy tightened around me that many times. “God isn’t here for you anymore, Dreamer.Iam.”
Kim sobs, her body coming apart beneath me as I fuck deeper into her ass, and when I feel her soaking my pants I cum with a growl. My hand tightens on her throat, making her choke for her next breath, and I groan and keep fucking into her as my balls empty inside her.
She’s twitching when I finally relent, loosening my grip on her throat so she can take gaping breaths and sag into my palm. Her body relaxes, my cock slowly softening inside her. It’ll be easier to pull out once I’m no longer rock hard and dying to claim her again.
I lean over, kissing her throat where my fingertips aren’t, using my other hand to find her wrist. I feel the scars, but more importantly, I feel her pulse. It’s rapid but strong, and as her breathing begins to even out I pull back from her.
“You are a dream, Kim. Now, how about I carry you back up the hill?”
~~~
She sleeps the rest of the night and into the morning. We take a half-assed shower that she mostly sleeps through, and she passes out still wearing the necklace and snoring softly in my bed.
I watch her for a long while before trying to escape into sleep myself. Her pleasured cries fuel my dreams, and it doesn’t give me a whole lot of rest. When I wake up in the morning, Kim is gone.
Blinking, I sit up straighter and look around. Her half of the bed is made and I don’t see her clothes or spare shoes. There’s no sound of the shower either.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I get out of bed. It’s barely seven, so I’m surprised she’s up and gone this early. After the way I fucked her last night I owed her breakfast at the very least. And I really wanted to have a discussion. Fucking her in my backyard was fantastic, but if I make a habit of it the neighbors on either side of me might notice.
Did she seriously ditch me come morning?
There’s no messages on my phone, leaving a cold feeling in my chest as I make my way downstairs for coffee. I’ve already turned on the pot before I notice the fridge, frowning as I lean in.
Didn’t want to wake you. Knew you’d come down for caffeine at some point. Boss called me in. Day’s starting early.
Thanks for last night. Let’s do it again… maybe?
Despite the prick of annoyance that she’s gone, I can’t help but smile to myself. At least she left a note. And if she wants to do it again I’m happy to oblige.
As I watch the coffee brew I can’t help stewing in my thoughts. We could have a lot of fun together if she was able to trust me as much as she did yesterday all the time. But Kimber has her walls, and they’ll go up the moment she feels uncomfortable with something. It happens too often with me when I start to pry.
She showed me what she likes. Trusted that I wouldn’t take things too far or seriously hurt her. She didn’t have to offer that amount of trust to me but she did so anyway.
Still, she has hang ups. Old scars, a strong dependence on alcohol, and dodgy questions about a mysterious man from her past that she claims is dead. There are a lot of questions and few answers when it comes to her.
I try to picture it, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kim act the way she did last night with any of the members of S&S. Even when it’s midday or early evening and she’s already partnered off, she hasn’t let herself be that open. That vocal. She displays the persona she wants someone to see and doesn’t give away anything else.
I’ve seen her kneel for Emilio. Crawl for Ian. Kiss Carlos. There’s too many names to give proper thought to, but the point is Kim was completely into it last night. I checked with her when she showered, and she just gave me a dopey-eyed smile and said it was fucking amazing.
We won’t have that kind of fun at Sins. Right now primal and somno aren’t options and I don’t see the owners changing their minds on it anytime soon.
As I grab the cup of coffee and stir in some sugar, the answer practically screams in my mind. I know a place that would give her that freedom. It’s just a matter of whether or not she’ll go for it.
