Page 8 of Sexy Killer

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VICTOR

Frail.

It's not a word I like to think of when I'm burying my cock deep inside of Chelsea. Her walls welcome me, juices dripping down my cock, and sending spears of pleasure racing through my body. Everything falls away around us as her velvet heat tries to finish me before I'm ready. The frailty of her neck under my grasp heightens the pleasure between us.

Chelsea's porcelain skin reddens as ecstasy washes over her features. Her eyes lock onto mine as her only free hand grips mine at the wrist, trying to maneuver my hold on her throat. I give her what she wants and yank my hand away. I pull my cock out of her, grab her by the hair, and shift beside her face.

The delight in the pain is obvious when Chelsea practically inhales me to the hilt. She closes her lips tightly around my shaft, sucking and curving her tongue along the bottom. It's the perfect fit for me, drawing moans out of my throat that make me dread the day she leaves town again.

We get lost in the way she drags her mouth back and forth, warm, wet, and full of vigor that builds the angst between us. My body shakes as my come threatens to spill down her throat, but I won't let it.

The bed creaks under us as I toss Chelsea onto her back. My movements are swift around the edge of the bed. I need to be on my feet. She squeals and laughs when I drag her by the ankles to the edge with me. I dip down to retrieve my handcuffs and secure her ankle to the spindle under the mattress.

"Is this how you plan to stop me, Vicky?" Chelsea questions with an air of disbelief. "Keep me chained to a bed and fuck me senseless?"

I chuckle as I pull her warm sheath over my throbbing erection. Her pussy squeezes me as I thrust into her with force. She reaches up, grabbing my hair at the nape of my neck and pulling it until she snatches my head back. Still, I fuck her. I pound into Chelsea with ferocity, power, and possession. Her screams of pleasure grow as I remind her that her sweet pussy belongs to me.

"Tell me," I command her, halting my thrusts to stall her climax.

"Now's not the time, Victor," she snarls, releasing my hair long enough to grab me by the waist.

She tries to force me to keep going, but I hold still. She bucks that soft wet pussy against my cock, but I hold still. Chelsea pushes herself so deep onto me it feels like I've impaled her, but I hold still. When she cups my balls to massage them in a way to steal my climax from me, I smile because she can't bring my body to bend to her the way I control the pleasure rippling through hers.

"Tell me," I command with another powerful thrust that draws a moan from her lips.

"I fucking killed him, and I'll kill everyone else who put me and my father in the hospital. What are you going to do with me,DetectiveBennett?"

"I'm going to come inside your sweet pussy, and then I'm going to help you finish what you started to keep this tight little ass out of prison."

Chelsea's laughter is slightly maniacal as she reaches for me. With one arm around my neck, I secure her leg around my waist. She's like a fucking gymnast, flexible and hoisting herself into a standing split. One ankle cuffed to the bed and the other sticks straight up between our bodies like a ballet dancer.

She knows how to fuck me. As much as I like to believe my climax can only be controlled by me, Chelsea's pussy is like a siren calling me to shore. Our eyes lock as she lets me pull her pussy on and off me, slick with her desire, until she drops her leg. I fall on top as she falls onto her bed. My cock releases every drop of my pent-up sexual prowess as our mouths collide.

I'll never lose her. We've been through too much together for me to let her face what she has in mind alone.

Silence and the scent of our sex drench us in relief. It feels like I've run a marathon the way my chest tightens. Adrenaline mixing with lustful anticipation has my pulse racing, but the feel of Chelsea in my arms in a bed lowers a calmness over me.

"How did you find him?" I ask her after uncuffing her ankle.

Chelsea nuzzles into my side as if she never left it. "I recognized Kush from the video sent to your phone. He never took his maskoff at Francine's but I know where to find the likes of him in this town. There's only a few criminals wealthy enough and stupid enough to set this shit up."

"I spoke to your father this morning. He said that he settled some debts and wanted to start over with a new name. He said Francine is a family name."

She scoffs. "Whose family?"

"That's what I was about to ask him when we were interrupted at the hospital. Who else does your father owe money to? I'm sure that Francine's a name from their family."

A yawn and stretch have Chelsea slipping away from me, but I hold her close. She giggles slightly. "Fuck their family. They're going to regret the day they decided to fuck with mine."

"And the other guy? Whose blood did you leave at the scene of the crime? I'm sure you know who he is. Tell me."

She smiles. "You want me to confess all of my crimes, past and future?"

"Only the ones I don't know about."

A heavy sigh pushes her pouty lips forward as she blows the deep exhale out. "I hate pulling you back into this shit."

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