Page 39 of Slay Bells Ring

“What are you doing to me?” The question leaves me before I can stop it, but it receives no answer. Holly simply wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me again—and that’s answer enough.

I wrap an arm around her bare back and hold her against me, never breaking the kiss as I lay her down under me. The granola bar and water bottle get pushed to the floor as a result, long forgotten about by the both of us.

My cock twinges with need, but as much as I’d like to shed my clothes and bury myself between her legs once more, I decide to take my time. Holly’s already naked, and there’s so much to touch, to kiss, to ravage. I reacquaint myself with her lips before moving to her neck while my hands roam up her sides and along the smooth curves of her tits.

Holly squirms when I kiss the crook of her neck, and she lets out a soft moan when my fingers tweak her nipples. Her legs writhe beneath me, her back arching.She wants to forget everything that’s weighing on her, and fortunately for her I’m well up to the task.

Everything I do is deliberate. Every touch, every kiss, every brush of my fingers over her sensitive nipples; I do it all with the sole purpose of helping Holly forget. After a few moments, I abandon my post at her neck to stick two fingers in my mouth. Once they’re wet, those same two fingers snake between her inner thighs and find their destination immediately.

My fingers glide around her clit, and she sucks in a hard breath and brings her hands to my sides, holding onto me while I work on showering that clit with all the attention it deserves. I kiss her again, harder this time, and I swallow up any moans she might make while I focus on that tiny nub between her legs.

I pinch her clit between the two fingers and she pulls her mouth off mine to gasp. Her green eyes open into slits, and I know it right then: I’m lost. I’m so fucking lost I’ll never be found again. Holly is my purpose.

“Little killer,” I murmur as my fingers pick up their speed around her clit, “I love the sounds you make, and I love that they’re all mine, just like you.”

She doesn’t argue with me. She can’t. No, the only thing Holly can do is lose herself to the fingers at her apex. Her breathing catches and her eyelids flutter shut. She cries out a sound of unbridled pleasure as her nails dig into my sides, her body spasming uncontrollably as an orgasm takes hold of her.

I’m slow in removing my fingers from between her thighs, my intention to lower my head to take their place, but Holly grabs my head and stops me. Without a word, she pushes me off her. Suddenly I’m on my back and she’sthe one straddling me. It’s a very similar position to the one she took when she held that knife against my cheek—the knife that I have safely tucked away in our bags, just in case.

Obviously, things are very different now, and there’s no way in hell that I would ever complain.

She runs her hands along my body, circling my muscles, tracing my scars—and I have a lot of them. A lot of muscles and a lot of scars.

Holly takes her time in memorizing every detail about my body, but the one that draws her attention the most is the one on my chest. Not the bullet-hole; that one’s still behind a bandage. No, the one that she focuses on after traversing the rest of my torso is the wound she gave me when she tried to stab me.

Her finger lightly runs along the length of the fresh scab. The skin is a little tender around it, but obviously, I’ve had much, much worse, so I don’t so much as flinch. Besides, how could I let any ounce of pain course through me when I have a beautiful naked woman on top of me?

“I’m sorry I stabbed you,” she whispers, and then she leans down and places a soft kiss where she so recently plunged a knife in me.

“I deserved it,” I tell her, because I honestly did. I deserved a whole lot worse for doing what I did to her parents. A knife in the chest just barely scratched the surface of what Holly should’ve done to me.

“Maybe,” she agrees.

I sit up and wrap my arms around her. Straddling me as she is, she must feel the hard bulge beneath her midsection, my cock desperately trying to get free and bury itself inside her tight cunt. “I’m glad that knife didn’tgo any deeper,” I tell her with a smirk. “If it had, I wouldn’t be here right now with you… and that would be the real travesty.”

She hums on my lap. “Like robbing the cradle, do you?”

My arms become steel around her back, inescapable. “Am I robbing the cradle, or are you coming on to the crypt keeper?”

“Maybe a bit of both,” she admits. “You’re pretty sexy for a crypt keeper.”

“And you’re—” I stop myself before I say something truly bizarre. “Let’s forget these analogies before things get too weird.”

Holly nods, grinning like a madwoman. “Fine. Now are you going to bend me over and show me again how much stamina you have for an old man?” Her lips curl into a mischievous grin, and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip in a gesture that makes my cock twitch.

A challenge I will gladly accept. I kiss her once before I pull her off my lap. Holly crawls on all fours, her round ass more than inviting. I hurry to get off the bed so I can take the rest of my clothes off, and soon enough I’m behind her, getting into position.

Having Holly on her hands and knees before me, her back seductively arched, is enough to make my balls ache. My cock needs no help in finding where it belongs. My hands curl around her hips, and without a warning, I slam into her behind and fill her up in one smooth motion. She gasps at the sudden sensation of my cock inside her, and I respond with a rumble of my chest.

Fuck. She really does feel so fucking good.

I rock my hips, dragging my cock out of her before slamming it back in. From this angle I can hit her core deep, and every time I thrust deep she moans. Our bodies are in sync, moving together in unison as I fuck her from behind. I hold onto her hips hard, memorizing the way she looks bent over in front of me.

Sexy as hell. Not a single blemish or scar to be seen. Just smooth, pale skin and the erotic arching of her back as she takes me in again and again.

I fuck her long and I fuck her hard. I give stamina a new definition. I might feel like I want to erupt immediately, but I push it off countless times as I pierce her from behind. Her core is slick, and her pussy takes everything I give it.

But of course, I can only push off the orgasm for so long. Eventually being inside Holly becomes too much for me to bear, and the only thing I can do is lose myself to the searing hot pleasure that’s been building ever since I pushed inside of her.

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