Page 14 of Dangerously Deceptive

Kellan stumbles away from my body, concern and fear in his eyes. “Shayla, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, I thought…I should have asked…I-I—”

I cut him off as I wipe the stray tears from my eyes, hating the way he is blaming himself. “It’s not you, Kellan. I want this, and I want you. But not all of my sexual experiences have been good ones. And that is an understatement. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just when you started gently biting my stomach, for some reason that triggered some past memories that I really don’t want to remember, particularly not right now.”

The look on Kellan's face is one of pure horror, and I’m suddenly very aware of how naked and exposed I am. I look around, using my hands to try and cover my body, but he slowly crawls until he is sitting next to me. Taking one of my hands in his, he uses the other to gently wipe away the tears as he strokes my face.

“I’m so sorry you went through that, Shayla. I know why you didn’t, but you should have told me. I could have done things differently. Not been so rough,” he replies, trying to look me in the eyes, but I just huff and try to evade his gaze.

“That's the point, Kel. I didn’t want to be treated differently. I wanted you to fuck me hard and fast, but to show me how good it can really be. You are a good guy and I trust you not to hurt me. I want this,” I say, finally meeting his gaze.

With that gorgeous smile, he kisses my cheek. “Shay, we can build up to the rough stuff when you are ready. Let’s show you how to walk before you can run. I can show you how good it should be, if you still want to?”

I nod my head so hard it almost falls off, and he wastes no time plastering his lips against mine, as his hand lightly presses against my slit. I focus on the feel of his lips and the way his tongue is devouring me. His finger is feather-light as it swipes through my pussy. It’s so gentle, but I know he can feel how wet I am, and the way I shiver under his touch. Then, as his finger reaches my clit, and he lightly strokes it over my whole body, it judders and a deep groan releases from my throat.

Kellan continues the exact same move, over and over while he continues to kiss me, or pepper kisses across my neck. Each time his finger leaves my clit he speeds up a bit more, or explores a little deeper. He is just allowing me time to get used to the tip of his digit exploring my pussy. It gets to a stage where my body is practically humming with anticipation, desperate for the next touch to my clit, but it doesn’t come. Instead, the tip of his finger gently circles around my pussy, demanding entrance. At first I’m unsure, but then his other hand lightly presses against my clit and I don’t hold back, moving my hips to desperately chase that pressure.

“Do you want my finger in your tight, wet pussy, Shayla?” Kellan groans into my ear.

“Yes,” I moan, deep and breathy.

“Do you think you have been good enough?”

“I-I…” His finger presses against my clit, turning whatever reply my brain was coming up with to mush.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” he growls, and I can’t even tell you how fucking hot his dirty mouth is. I want to find his glasses, put them on him, and have my sexy tech geek with the dirty mouth possess my body. “Now, Shayla.”

I know he is trying to keep me out of my own head, he keeps telling me not to think, to just do, and so that’s exactly what I do. I listen to him and follow my body, or should I say my pussy, because that lady is very much running this show!

“Please, please put your finger in my tight, wet pussy,” I groan, as Kellan lightly flicks over my clit.

Holy shit balls. Where did that come from? I didn’t even know I knew how to talk dirty, but it sounded hot to me.

Kellan doesn’t disappoint, his finger lightly dipping into my pussy. It doesn’t feel like anything I have experienced before. Rough fingers thrusting in fully, dragging against my dry passage, tearing me up inside and causing me unbelievable pain. That is what I am used to, but this is indescribable by comparison.

My pussy feels ready and willing to accept his finger, and Kellan takes his time pushing it in. Once his finger is all the way in he freezes, giving me time to adapt, which I am grateful for. I actually adjust quicker than either of us expects and I start to grind against his hand, taking what I need from him. With his other finger pressing against my clit, it’s not long until I feel all my muscles starting to clench.

I’ve experienced orgasms before, usually at my own hand, but none since the abuse started. I have to admit, I was worried if I would be able to do it again. But Kellan is playing my body like I’m an instrument only he knows how to play.

“More,” I scream, and I am unashamedly humping his hand.

Releasing my nipple from his mouth, he whispers in my ear. “Can I add another finger? Do you want me to stretch your pussy and get it ready for my cock?” he asks, voice deep and gravelly. Filled with the lust he feels for me. It’s such an empowering feeling.

“Yes, I want all of you.” I don’t hesitate, clawing at his back, desperate for us to get closer.

He resumes sucking on my nipple as he adds a second finger into my pussy. I can feel it being stretched, but not in the bad way I’m used to. I’m just glad I can still experience pleasure like this, after what I have been through. Again, just like before, he waits until I am humping his fingers before he starts to move. He drags his fingers in and out, painfully slowly.

“Faster, Kellan. I won’t break,” I reassure him, and he’s only too happy to do as he is told. His fingers instantly pick up the pace.

It’s not long until my muscles start to coil, my legs begin to tingle, and I’m struggling to catch my breath in between pants. I am reaching the point of no return, and Kellan realises, taking his mouth off my nipple once more to whisper in my ear. This time, I’m so fucking turned on, just the sensation of his breath on my neck has my body singing. “Can I taste you?”

Fuck! I seriously almost come right then and there, hearing those words from this incredible God like creature. My responding ‘yes’ comes out as a scream. I don’t know how Kellan manages it, but he doesn’t even miss a beat and continues to fuck me with the same rhythm as he moves down to the bottom of the bed. He takes his hand off my clit and uses it to spread my legs even farther open.

This time, I don’t freeze, in fact, I grab hold of his head and guide him. I know he can see that bastard tattoo, not to mention all the scars and burns littered across my body, in various stages of healing. He must be able to see them, but he ignores them, choosing to see the real me instead of the girl I become in Purgatory.

Lost in the sensation of his fingers, I suddenly feel a roughness against my inner thighs, but I can’t identify what it is. Until I look down and realise it’s the stubble from Kellan’s face rubbing against my skin. I love it, but nowhere near as much as I love the warm, wet feeling of his tongue swiping through my slit.

Fuck! Shit! Cock balls! That feels so fucking amazing.

I can’t help the wide variety of curse words that fly through my mind. It’s only when I hear Kellan, and feel him chuckle against my pussy, that I realise I must have said them aloud. I don’t even have time to be mortified about that because the combination of his fingers and his mouth is deadly. It doesn’t take long until I am flying over the edge, shaking and crying out as I find my release.

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