Page 51 of Secrets Within Us

“Good girl. I’m fucking your virgin ass with my finger, getting it ready for my cock. Tell me you want my cock in here.”

“God yes! I can’t wait to feel you fuck my ass with your cock. You’ll be the only man ever to have such a gift. I’ll never let another man take me there.”

Her words burned her brand into my alpha, and I fought the urge to climax again. “Holy shit, what you do to me with those words.”

I used my other hand to push two fingers deep into her wet pussy and she mewed and moaned, struggling under me as I filled her in both holes without warning.

“Look at your pretty little body, so full of me,” I said, looking down at where I worked her pussy and her ass together.

Her hands started stroking my cock faster, and she begged me to give her what she wanted. “I need you to come, Kip. I need you to fucking cover me with it.”

“Good girl. Just like that, stroke me just like that.” Bowing my head, I forced my jaw to loosen. “I’ll come all over your tits and stomach as soon as you come on my fingers. I want to feel your virgin ass milk my fingers with your—”

I didn’t get another word out because her ass and pussy did just what I told them to do. They clamped down on my fingers simultaneously and she screamed into the rafters and started thrashing under me. It was all I needed.

I didn’t think it was possible, but hot spurts of come shot from my cock and branded her skin, covering every inch from her nipples to her clit as she continued stroking me. She aimed my cock as I covered her skin, just how she wanted.

“Holy fuck.” She moaned, her hands stilling on me and then going limp at her sides when she could no longer hold them up off the bed.

I slowly slid my hands from her body and collapsed next to her, letting her lower her legs for the first time in forever. She groaned, and I rolled over to kiss her face over and over again as we both came back to earth.

We looked down her body and her lips curled up in a smile as she brought her dainty finger down to a pool of come on her tit and dipped it in it before bringing it to her lips.

She sucked her finger into her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned. “You taste so good.”

I pulled her lips to mine and shoved my tongue into her mouth. When I finally pulled back, I smiled against her bruised lips, “Hmm, so do you.”

She chuckled and then sighed. “I need a shower. You got me all dirty.” She joked, trying to keep a straight face.

“You begged me to make you dirty.”

“Yes, I did.” She leaned over and kissed me before gently sliding from the bed on sore muscles.

Her body was healing from her attack, but I still felt a wave of regret for handling her so roughly and for such a long time.

“I’m sorry—” I started, from where I sat up in bed.

She spun on me and pointed her finger at me. “Don’t you dare!” I stopped in my tracks, and she leveled me with a very commanding glare. “I begged for every single thing you did to me, and every fucking thing gave to me. I don’t regret one second of it, so don’t you dare try to.”

“How did you know what I was going to say?”

She raised her eyebrow at me and then turned to walk down the stairs in her naked beauty. I jumped from bed and gave chase as she called over her shoulder. “Because believe it or not, I’m starting to know you inside and out.”

“Hmm.” I hummed as I plastered my chest to her back and walked down the hall to the bathroom pressed against her body. “I don’t know if I like that or not.”

She chuckled as I stepped around her, turned the water on in the shower, and let it come to temp as I leaned down and kissed her neck. I could feel my come on her skin as I pressed myself against her and groaned. “My balls are so fucking empty from filling you up, yet I still want to fuck you more.”

“Good. Because I’m far from being satisfied in my thirst for you.” She purred seductively and then stepped into the hot water and looked over her shoulder at me, beckoning me to join her.

I couldn’t let her get lonely, now could I?

We went back to sleep after our early morning sex, and she woke up long after her usual sunrise time and I knew it was because of the exhaustion she felt both physically and emotionally after the events in town.

But I needed to take her back to the police station to complete her statement with the FBI. I checked the news quietly before she woke up and the story was all over every single channel.

Small town Pastor? Or a long-time serial Killer?

Utah Pastor traveled to inner cities all over the nation, targeting and murdering at-risk women.

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