Page 23 of Death Kiss

Her panties make a decent handle when I wrap them around my fist, making them dig into her hips. The lace is a bit irritating to fuck past, as I discovered on a previous occasion that ended with a panty-burned dick, so I tug them to the right before scooping my hips.

I take my time with Kat, losing myself in her sweet, pained moans with each ragged thrust. She cries out when I pull back far enough to see my piercing before slamming home.

‘God.’ Her cries are getting louder, so I tug her upper body up and gag her with my fingers. Her words come in gasped spurts around my fingers. ‘More. I. Need. More.’

She wants to be consumed by sex, not merely enjoy it. For it to take her to places that the regular world can’t.

‘If you need to breathe, or want me to stop, hold up a fist,’ I say against her ear. We’ve played with breath games often enough that I know it makes her come like a freight train, and that she trusts me not to push it too far. ‘Repeat it.’

‘Fist in air,’ she moans as I sink my teeth into her neck, loving the way it makes her cunt tense.

Then I bend her back over and shove her head under the water. It’s not deep; the water barely covers the back of her head, but it’s cold. Her hair floats around my fingers as I hold her there, beneath the water.

She reacts like I’ve electrocuted her, arching and bucking against my cock in a way that makes me see stars. I keep an eye on her hands as I fuck her without mercy, each stroke dragging me closer to heaven.

When I pull her head up, she splutters and gasps before letting out a long, moaned fuck.

Atta’ girl. My filthy demon.

Then she’s back under and I’m so close, fighting not to come before she does.

The woods chirp and flutter peacefully around us. Stream babbling. Birds waking. The slap of my balls against her clit as I ride my writhing girlfriend.

The second time I pull her up for breath, she’s angry. Not at the breath play, but at me being too cautious.

‘I was so close. Stop stopping.’

‘I don’t want to have to add you to the well. It’s a no-girls-allowed kind of place,’ I groan. My balls may as well be doing hopscotch with the way they are fighting not to dump a load of cum in her pretty pussy.

‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she growls, and I laugh.

‘My insatiable little slut. Just for your impatience, I’m going to come in your ass.’

I don’t give her time to argue, knowing how much she has a love-hate relationship with anal. She loves it because she hates it. I don’t do it often because I don’t want her to suffer for my pleasure, but she’ll beg for it when she’s feeling especially needy. When she wants to be taken in a way, she sometimes struggles to feel with sex.

I stuff her face back under water with one hand, while lubricating her puckering asshole with spit. Not perfect, but it’ll do in a bind. She’s also told me how it feels dirtier that way. Unprepared. Still, I take my time pressing my dick into her perfect ass, watching it swallow me up after the fight past the first ring.

‘Fuck,’ I moan as I press deep, feeling her buck and try to slide her hips away from me. Keeping an eye on her hands, which remain unclenched beside her head in the water, I push forward, fucking her prone in the water; her whole body submerges but her round backside.

It’s fucking glorious. Exactly what I need, and I lose myself to chasing our orgasms, knowing she’ll come quickly with the mix of anal and breath play, though she’ll likely need a bit of extra TLC later, which is good with me.

She starts struggling beneath me, thrashing about and shuddering. The fight point that always comes right before her body gives way to the heightened pleasure. The writhing of her backside unravels ungodly things inside me, her delicious ass quivering around my dick.

Three more strokes is all it takes for her to tip over the edge, her whole body tensing beneath the surface, that ass strangling my dick until I come hard, filling her to the brim with rope after rope of heat.

I hold her there as long as I can, until the rhythmic squeezing lessens, then pull out of her and drag her into my arms.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask, kissing her cold face.

‘I’m not even sure I’m still alive,’ she whispers, blinking up at me through wet lashes.

‘You’re still here, baby. Still perfect.’ I kiss her again, softly, lovingly. ‘Come on, let’s strip off these wet clothes and I’ll carry you to the car. I have blankets in the boot, and we’ll get the heating on.’

I help her strip, it being far harder to remove wet clothes than I remembered, and I use my t-shirt to clean up the mess running out of her ass. My mess, to be fair.

‘I think that’s the only place I feel warm,’ she says, her hand resting on my shoulder. ‘Ring of fire and all.’

‘So you’re really okay?’ I ask, scooping her up and heading towards the car.