Page 9 of Falcon

Her taste. My mouth waters as I lap up her juices. Her pussy clenches around my tongue. Moans enter my ears and when she explodes it’s my name falling over her lips. Fuck. My whole body feels on edge. There’s a tingle starting low in my spine and when I realize what’s fucking happening it’s too late to hold back and I simply give in.

My eyes close, and I let go. Cock pulsing, balls emptying. It’s a mixture of feeling really good and fucking bad when I come in my pants. Fucking hell, the mere taste of this woman makes me explode. I didn’t even get a chance to shove my cock inside her slick, puffy, hot pussy.

A noise of aggravation rumbles through me as I place my forehead on her lower belly. At least I can cross one item off my long list of things I want to do with Kenz. For years I’ve used my hand to blow off steam if necessary. I’ve watched and read enough sex things over the years and have been intrigued.

It’s always been to a certain level because the women I ran into were mostly repulsed or scared by my appearance. Closeness is not something I’m familiar with. Obviously, since my own father locked me up in this basement and only let me out when he needed his killing machine.

I might have become the club enforcer after Atteo was murdered, but I’ve been forced by my father to torture and kill ever since he locked me up in the basement after he killed my mother. My life has never been about light, pleasure, and happiness. Darkness has tainted and overrun the vicious circle of life I’ve been sucked into.

Her nails rake over my scalp once more, pulling me back to the here and now. I gave her pleasure and with it I became overwhelmed with mine. It felt fucking good and yet it’s as if I failed her ’cause I couldn’t hold back and came in my pants like a damn teenager.

I pull back, at least I try, but Kenz is gripping my leather cut to keep me in place.

“Where are you going?” Kenz says, her voice a bit hoarse from screaming my name in pleasure.

My cock twitches behind the zipper and I grimace at the feel of the mess I made. Turning, her hands fall away and I stomp into the direction of the bathroom. I kick the door shut and work on my buckle and zipper.

My jeans and boxers hit the floor when I hear her sweet fucking voice. “Hey, why did you…oh my sweet cock it’s huge. Just look at that veined beauty.”

I glance down at my semihard cock and raise my gaze to see Kenz staring at me in awe. Some of the mixed feelings evaporate when she licks her lips and steps closer.

Kenz eyes my cum covered boxers and she steps closer to whisper, “If licking my pussy made you explode…wait till we have sex. And we will because you cannot flash such a delicious looking pleasure stick at me and not use it to give me another mind-blowing orgasm. Shit. You just came which means it’s not even fully hard yet.” She raises her fist into the air and cheerfully states, “Yay me, I hit the cockpot.”

This fucking woman never reacts the way I’ve seen whores or any other female I’ve encountered. Hell, she knows I killed a man yesterday and still let me touch her with the same hands. We got rid of the damn body together.

Closing the distance between us, I reach for her hair and sink my fist into it to tip her head back and slam my mouth over hers. She groans into my mouth, and I swirl my tongue against hers. Everything between us flows naturally. Either that or my mind simply stops thinking and my body does what feels natural.

My cock is hard as hell again. Her fingers tug at the fabric of my shirt and I pull back to break the kiss long enough to slip it off after my leather cut. Both end up on the counter and when I face her again she’s completely naked as well.

Her full curvy body is bare before me. Large tits, pink hard nipples, are begging for me to touch, pluck, suck…I want to spray my cum all over those babies and fuck them too. Damn, the list of things I want to do with her body is longer than a roll of toilet paper.

I slide my arm around her waist and lift her off her feet. A few steps later I have her bouncing on the mattress and take a breath to enjoy the jiggle of her flesh. Perfection the way this woman is all soft to the hardness I’m made of.

Placing a knee on the bed, I roughly flip her over and hoist her ass in the air. The porn I’ve watched has my balls filling with a new load to experience what it’s like to fuck a woman on all fours.

Fisting my cock, I let the tip slide through the lips of her pussy. I shudder from the wet hotness I barely dip my length in and hear her moan as she tries to push back to catch my cock. My other hand lashes out to smack her ass cheek. A yelp rips from her, and I grip her hip hard to let her know she needs to stay in place.

“Please, Falcon,” she whimpers.

My old lady is begging me for cock. No one has ever begged me in longing. With a craving need to get something from me other than death. Because I’ve heard that type of pleading lots of times. She’s my fucking light. The complete turnaround from the shit I’ve endured all my life.

Lining myself up, I take her hips in hand and thrust. My head falls back and a garbled sound erupts from my throat. There is no way to explain the feeling of having your cock squeezed by a tight and hot pussy.

Slowly I pull halfway out and slam forward again. Just once and it ignites a chase for pleasure unlike anything I’ve experienced. I turn into a fucking madman on a hunt for orgasm as I fuck my woman into the mattress.

She mewls, groans, screams, claws the bed, and all I can do is fuck her harder and keep her pinned underneath me to give her no other choice but to take everything I give her. Then it happens. What I’ve felt on my tongue as she came all over my face. This is what pleasure feels like when it’s mutual satisfaction.

Kneading her tit, I find her nipple and tug. She buckles against me. Another scream of pleasure rips from her as she keeps clenching, coming around my cock. The unique feeling is euphoric.

I grit my teeth and keep fucking her until I feel the tingle of my impending orgasm. I press her deeper against the mattress and unload my cum into her willing pussy. From this day forward I won’t ever use my hand ever again. Not when this feels a million times better.

My heart is racing, breath choppy as I slowly pull out. Kenz is lying completely still while my gaze is locked on her swollen pussy. It’s open, slick, and my cum is oozing out. Lifting my hand, I let my finger slide through our mixed juices and shove my cum right back in there.

Kenz moans and only uses the muscles in her pussy to clamp down on my finger. My cock twitches. If we keep this up, I’m sure I’ll be hard for another round soon enough.

A red light flashes above me. Fuck. It’s a button Thorsten presses behind the bar at the clubhouse to let me know he needs me. At least it’s better than coming downstairs the way my father would always barge in here to drag me out whenever he needed someone to do the torture and killing for him.

Thorsten doesn’t know our father taught me to kill and torture from a young age. The fucker was smart enough to keep my brother out of his sinister activities. Though, I’m glad the fucker is dead and gone due to Thorsten taking over the gavel. In more than one way my brother gave me my freedom back.

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