Page 45 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Licking a finger, he reached a hand between her burning hot ass cheeks, finding her tight back hole and pushing it in.

She came like a geiser, drenching him in pussy juice as she screamed. This time, there was no way they didn’t hear her.

He wasn’t done though. Like Marcus had pointed out in the car earlier—before Luke had strangled him—he had a lot of aggression to work out, and Kara’s pussy was the perfect place for it.

“You think you’re done? You’ve barely even started. You’re going to come again, and milk my cock better this time, or I’m going to shove myself so deep in your throat you’re too busy choking to even consider biting me.”

He pumped his finger in and out of her ass, and she started bouncing again, thighs straining, eyes dark with lust and the determination to get him off.

“I can be here all night, but you and that manipulative pussy must be getting tired. You can go faster and harder than that, Kara. Fuck me like you hate me.”

“I. Don’t. Hate. You. You asshole. If I hated you, I wouldn’t have shot you!” she gasped, voice hoarse from all the crying and screaming.

The words, as nonsensical as they were, lightened his chest enough for him to take pity on her and help her. Placing one hand on her stomach, he pressed down hard. With the other hand, he began circling and pinching her clit.

“Come, viper. Come around my cock and let that tight pussy say she’s sorry.”

She did, come pouring out of her as she squirted around him, crying with the little breath she had left. She clenched so tight around him he saw stars. Distantly, he heard himself roar as he released his come and frustration inside her, filling her up, his shoulder straining in pain from the exertion.

When he finished, he lay back. Kara collapsed against his chest, but he forced his exhausted arm to deliver one more smack to her ass.

“Clean up the mess you made,” he ordered. “Lick our come off my cock.”

“You cleanmeup,” she countered.

Apparently he hadn’t fucked the feisty out of her. Which was funny; she’d fucked the anger out of him.

“We can both clean each other off,” he suggested. “Hop off, turn around, and scoot on up here.”

After a brief pause, she did as he said, crawling backwards over him until her wet, cum-filled pussy hovered over his face. He could smell her, and him, the combination of their come and sweat a temptation he’d never expected.

She didn’t lower down, but balanced on her knees above him. He wasn’t used to this uncertainty from her.

“Sit, Kara, don’t hover over me. I want you to smother me with your pussy while I stick my cock deep down your throat.”

“But your shoulder.”

“Kara,” he warned.

“Fine,” she grumbled, but she sat, covering his mouth. And yeah, it added pressure to his shoulder, but he didn’t give a shit. He had a feast at hand, and he was going to savor it.

He’d sucked cock and licked come before, but he’d never expected to eat his own out of his favorite pussy—and like it. The filth of the act appealed to him, especially when Kara lost all her temporary shyness and sucked his softening cock into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and swallowing him down until his cock was being hugged by the sides of her throat. And fuck him if the combination didn’t make him hard all over again. As he sucked their combined come out of her pussy and worried her clit with his tongue and even his teeth, he began thrusting his hips, full on choking her on his cock and not caring as she gurgled around him.

It didn’t take long for him to come a second time. It fucking hurt, but it was worth it, especially when he fluttered his tongue over her clit and she came with him, pulsing and gushing all over his face.

Finally, he released her and she rolled off him, gasping.

“Feel better?” he asked.

Her laugh was surprised. “Yeah. You?”

“Much.”

He sighed, and then admitted the truth. “You’re right, you know. I am a liar. Because as angry as I am at you, that doesn’t even come close to how angry I am at myself. You ran, because of me. You were in danger, because of me. That asshole got his hands on you again, because of me. And I don’t know how I can keep you, knowing that. But I don’t know how I can give you up, either. Even if you hate me. I’d rather spend the rest of my life with you, knowing you hate me, than a lifetime without you.”

Kara’s breathing went shallow. He worried for a moment that she was about to have a panic attack again. He was relieved when she spoke. “Do you mean that?”

“It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said.”

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