Page 41 of Dread’s Beloved

“I’m out of clean underwear,” she says, and my chest shakes with laughter.

“You could have lied to me. Stroked my ego a bit.”

“I want to stroke something else,” she tells me.

“Is that so?”

“Oh, yeah.” She puts a hand to the crotch of my ball shorts. “I want to touch you, honey.”

My dick goes hard at her calling me honey with her hand on me.

So I get busy letting her do just that. We kiss and explore. I get that tee off her and get a full view of her naked. Fucking beautiful. I tease her rosy buds with my mouth and fingers, earning me these cute but sexy, soft sounds coming out of her. She yanks on my shorts and grips my cock, making a fist around it, and if she doesn’t stop stroking the underside with her thumb, this isn’t going to last long. I’ve thought about fucking Kitty more times than I care to admit. Tonight she’s all mine.

All fucking mine.

I pin her to the mattress and spread her milky thighs. Settling between her legs, I play with her pretty little pussy. I glide my finger in and out with one hand while the other tweaks one of her nipples. My girl is soaked. Her juices coat my digit, and I get my first taste when I lick them off. She tastes like she’s mine. Like she belongs to me and only me. I could get addicted to eating her cunt. I replace my finger with my mouth, earning me more of those sweet noises. She greedily rides my tongue and rubs her clit. I know she’s close. Primed and ready to take my cock. “You ready for me, Kitty?”

She yanks on my hair, and I take that as yeah, she’s fucking eager for it. Wasting no time, I line up and sink inside her liquid velvet.

“Never had wetter, sweeter, or tighter, baby. Fuckin’ never had pussy so damn sweet. Never in my life.” My eyes roll back in my head. Fuck. I still inside her, enjoying how damn good she feels. Like her juicy cunt was molded to fit my dick and only my dick perfectly. Her fingers skate across my back, and I kiss her slowly but roughly.

I’ve heard of men getting a taste of pussy and falling in love. Never experienced that until now.

I work my hips, moving in and out, taking my time because, fuck, she feels great. Her pussy suctions my dick making wet noises. She’s fucking gushing.

“Never had it like this, Kitty, and I’m nearly forty.”

“Same, honey. Same.”

“You were made for me, baby.”

I hold her gaze for a minute, then I gotta move before I combust.

“I want on top,” she says.

“Babe, you get on top and it’s going to be over.” I warn her.

“I want on top, honey.”

Think she’s catching on that honey can be used against me to get her way.

I roll us without losing our connection.

Kitty goes up and down, rolling her hips in slow motion.

I circle her clit and come up chest to chest with her, holding her in place with a hand to her spine. She grinds down on me and shatters all around me, crying out my name as I smother the sound with a kiss. Even though she’s just got off, I know she’s chasing another orgasm, and this time I want us to come together.

I flip her over, taking back control. With her face down, ass up, I sink back in. I slap her ass and thrust hard and fast because I’m barely hanging on. I grip her hips and slam in and out, hitting the edge of bliss and tumbling over. I bend forward to kiss her spine right as a shot rings out, shattering glass in another room.

“Fuck.” I pull out and tag my shorts. I put a finger to Kitty’s lips and hand her a tee. Another round pops off, this one sounding like a shotgun.

“You better run, you pussy,” Joe calls out.

I grab the rifle behind Joe’s desk and push Kitty underneath where the chair normally pushes in. I crouch down and keep my voice low. “Stay here until I tell you. If I tell you to run, do it and don’t look back.”

More shots ring out coming from different directions. I cut off the record player, and the floor creaks in the hallway. I don’t know if it’s Joe or an intruder.

“Here, Kitty, Kitty,” a gruff voice calls out.