Page 49 of Bloody Quarter

“Okay.” I teased the tip in and out, stretching her open. “That feels good,” she moaned as she looked back at me. Once she was open and relaxed, I locked eyes with her and pushed the entire plug in, leaving the skull sticking out of her ass. “Oh fuck, that feels…I don’t know.”

Standing, I stared down at her and smiled, thinking about the latest toy that was being installed at the bar before our next opening. She was going to look so fucking sexy that I wondered if I’d be able to hold myself back from fucking her on the stage.

Pushing my shorts down, I stroked my cock and sat on the couch. “Suck my cock, Doll, and you’ll forget all about it.” She stiffly turned to face me and sucked in a deep breath as she pushed herself up enough that she could wrap her hand around my shaft. As she stroked me, I grabbed her hand and tightened her grip. “I like it rough. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me.” Nodding, she ran her tongue over the glistening and swollen head. It looked angry as it begged for release. She tentatively slipped me into her hot mouth. “You ever given head?”

“No,” Alora admitted as she looked away from my eyes.

“Good.” That comment earned a confused look. “Less people I have to kill. This mouth is mine, just like your pussy, your ass, and every inch of this sexy body.” The corner of her mouth turned up as I gathered her hair and wrapped it around my hand. “Treat it like the best dessert you’ve ever tasted, just no teeth. Well, actually, I don’t mind the bite of pain, but let’s start with no teeth.”

I smiled as she gripped me with both of her hands and spit on the head of my cock. Quick study. Alora sucked me into her mouth. It was so hot that it felt like my cock had slipped into heaven or maybe hell. Either way, it kicked in her grasp. Laying my head back on the couch, I watched her, and with every suck, she grew more and more confident until she was able to get half of me into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat. I took note that she only mildly gagged.

Every time she took me deeper, I pushed a little harder on her head. “My cock looks so good disappearing into your mouth. Hold here,” I ordered, grabbing both sides of her head and pumping up fast. Drool dribbled out and slid down my shaft. It was the most glorious sight. Each time, I hit the back of her throat harder and faster. Eyes filled with tears locked onto mine as I fucked her mouth, the slurping loud over the sound of the killer stabbing his victim. Blood splashed onto the screen in the movie, and I thrust my cock up hard. Alora’s hands gripped my thighs tighter as I slipped past the barrier. When I pulled back, she sucked in air. I did it again and again in time to the knife stabbing the woman on screen. The room was coated in blood, which was unrealistic for the knife he was using, but it didn’t matter. The sight had my balls boiling.

I shoved in hard one more time and then pulled her head off my cock. Her mouth hung open as she gasped, and leaning in, I licked all the drool off of her chin. “This is mine, too.” She nodded. “Good girl. Now get up here and lay on your back.”

Alora was moving slower than I would’ve liked. Grabbing her, I tossed her down and grabbed her legs, pushing them open in a wide V before I rocked her back.

“I can’t get enough of staring at your pussy, wet and begging me to fuck it. I would die a happy man if this was the last thing I ever saw.” I ate up the sound of her moaning as I rubbed my cock through her folds and then tapped it off the plug in her ass. Teasing her some more, I pushed the head in and then let it pop back out before rubbing it on her clit. Over and over again, I tortured us both until she was clawing at the couch, her head rocking from side to side as she begged me to fuck her.

“Alright, Doll, here it comes.” Pushing her legs back, I thrust my cock into her and didn’t stop until my balls touched the skull plug.

“Ah! Oh Fuck! Oh my God, Greyson, you’re so deep and…and…ah….,” she cried out as I pounded into her, the couch adding more spring with every thrust. Alora’s walls clamped around my shaft like it was trying to trap me inside of her forever. That wasn’t a bad idea if it was possible. My balls tightened, my body begging for the release that I’d been dying for since we got home from the demonstration. The slapping sound was as loud as her screams and completely drowned out the movie.

Grabbing the back of the couch, I got a better grip and lost myself in the feel of her. The searing heat, the slick wet gliding along my cock, the tightness, and of course, the screams in my ear.

“I’m gonna come,” she panted like she was asking.

“That’s my doll, come all over my cock.” She grabbed my arms, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood, and as soon as I spotted the tiny droplets, I lost the last of my tenuous control.

I growled, and Alora screamed as I pounded into her so hard and felt my cock twitch just before I came. “Fuck me!” Her pussy pulled on my cock as it jerked inside of her, which drew out her climax. My arms flexed, and my legs shook as the tail end of my orgasm hit, and I filled her up. With the final thrust, I held still, my cock remaining hard as it lay spent inside of Alora.

“Are you good?”

“Yeah,” she answered, her voice listless.

She sucked in a sharp breath as the quaking spasms of her pussy gripped me once more. The twisted look of extreme pleasure on the brink of pain made me smile. Panting to catch my breath, I traced her features, including the blue hair that was now plastered to her face.

“Don’t go thinking we’re done, Doll, ” I said and smirked as her eyes grew wide with a touch of horror, just the way I liked it.

Leaning in, I kissed her lips softly, tasting her mouth. Savoring what was mine, what I claimed, and what I would die for to keep.

Alora

“Is this how it’s always going to be,” I asked before getting out of the sports car we grabbed from his bar. It was an amazing ride, and I suddenly wanted to throw caution to the wind, strip down, and have him take me on the hood. Greyson smiled.

“You picturing me naked, Doll?” He got out of the car, and his eyes tracked me like I might bolt as he walked toward me. If I ran, I knew how much he’d enjoy the chance to chase me. Caging me with his arms, Greyson leaned his hands against the car.

“I might have been, but don’t change the subject. I don’t need you to follow me around like a babysitter. I’m not going to take off. I’ve lived on the streets. I know how to stay out of trouble.”

“Do you now?” Greyson nibbled on the side of my neck as I rested my hands on his hips. I was physically unable to keep my hands to myself anymore.

“Okay, you’re the exception to the rule.”

“Am I now?” He drew a line up the side of my neck with his tongue, and if it weren’t fifty degrees outside, I would’ve been tempted to strip naked as my body heated with his teasing touch.

“Stop that. I can’t think.” Placing my hands on his chest, I leaned back until he looked me in the eyes. “You do trust that I’m not going to run, don’t you?”

“I trust you, Doll. It’s everyone else in the world I don’t trust. I’m a case in point, and whether you want to believe this or not, there are a lot more Keiths, Thomases, and even those like me than you ever want to know about.” I shivered and ran my hands up and down my arms. I hated that I couldn’t argue that point. “I said I wouldn’t follow you to her grave, and I won’t. You can chat with your sister without me hovering over you. But if you need me, I’ll be right here, sitting on my sexy car, waiting for you. Just think how fucking good I’ll look when you walk up the path, and you won’t consider it being overprotective anymore.”