Page 91 of Love Thief

I’ll just blurt it out, I think to myself. Just go for it. Yes, good plan, stick to it.

I don’t even get a chance. He storms through the front door like a rampaging Viking. Past everyone, not a word, picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and shouts back at them as he carries me off. “I can’t wait for a car home, here, now, don’t anyone come in!”

He smacks my arse and tries to bite it before dropping me down on my old bed, pulling his T-shirt off over his head, kicking his boots off, and then dropping his jeans and boxers in one move.

My eyes drink him in. He’s so beautiful. Muscles, smooth skin with tats on his arms up to his neck and shoulders.

“You’re overdressed, baby.”

He pulls at my sweatpants, or should I say Jude’s rolled up ones, gets on his knees, and pushes my legs open. I’m so horny, I’m dripping.

“Fuck, Kitten, you were turned on.” He licks me bottom to top and sucks so hard on my clit, I practically convulse straight away. “Don’t go away again, I hate it,” he says.

His hands move up past my hips, over my ribs to my collarbones, and he pulls the massively oversized T-shirt down from the top, tucking it under my breasts, pushing them up even higher. He fondles them, trying to put his hands around them, and his head pops up.

He looks at me, and his hands, but he doesn’t make any comments. I dont think his brain is fully computing anyway, all his blood and powers of deduction having all flowed south. He plays with my nipples, caressing me whilst sucking on my clit. I’m so over the top with need, I thrust at his face, and as soon as he puts his fingers inside me, I come.

“Fuck, woman, that was fast.”

I can’t speak, I’m out of breath and still panting.

Spinning me over, he enters me from behind. “God you’re so tight.” I’m still clenching my muscles, still way too horny to care as he thrusts in hard and fast. “This might be quick, but I’ve got a full night planned, so don’t panic.”

He chuckles as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in again. “Can you feel me, how hard I am, how I’ve wanted you for over a week? My hand muscles have got muscles from jerking off.” He rams in again and again.

“Harder, Kell. Fuck me harder.” I’m screaming out as sweat drips from him as he batters into me.

He smacks my arse cheeks, and pushes his finger into my arse hole. “I’m gonna fuck you here tonight, so fucking hard.”

He’s moving his finger in and out with his hips hitting me. I’m tightening again and come, my pussy clamping onto his cock, trying to cut off his blood supply. He holds my hips as he shouts my name, erratically pumping into me, his release huge as he comes and comes.

He hangs his head as he catches his breath. We’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, and I feel totally sated.

I flop forward onto the bed, and he smacks me. Don’t get comfy, I need you again.”

I laugh, “Thank god.”

“Let’s have that T-shirt off, I want to look at these tits. I’ve been dreaming of them, licking them, sucking, biting…”

He pulls off the T-shirt before I can protest and steps back, staring at my body. He says nothing. He’s just staring, and staring. His eyes move slightly from my stomach to my tits and back again, and he still says nothing.

“Kellen, I…”

His eyes have gone totally dead, his face has not one trace of a smile on it, no emotion. It’s blank, hollow.

“Tell me it’s not true.”

I don’t even recognise the voice. If he’d have phoned me with that voice, I wouldn’t know it was him.

“Tell me,” he says quietly.

I don’t say or do anything. I don’t say it is, I don't say it isn’t. I scramble up to step off the bed and he takes a step back, away from me, for the first time in my life. Fuck.

“Kellen.”

“Is that what I think it is?” He nods towards my stomach. “IS IT?” he roars, making me jump.

I put my arms out towards him, tears starting to fill my eyes.

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