Page 126 of Tainted Kitten

“Fuck.” My fingers dig into the side of her head, holding her still. “Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”

Slowly, she slides my cock from her black lips with a pop, darting her tongue out to lick up her drool before speaking. “Come on now, Big Guy. You have more than one load to give me, don’t you?”

“Fucking hell.” I hiss, not able to hide my grin.

“I’m thirsty. If you give me a drink, I’ll let you bite me.”

And just like that, I’m thrusting my dick back between those smart black lips. She fucking knows my weakness and used it against me. I’ll make her pay for that after, but for now, if she wants a fucking drink, then I’ll give her a fucking drink.

She gags as I overthrust, and I instantly feel guilty. I’m about to apologise until I see the flare of arousal in her eyes. Did she like that? Being choked by my cock? I overthrust again, testing the waters, and even though she gags, she also fucking moans. That’s all the encouragement I need. With every third thrust, I overdo it, and each time she gags, moaning louder. Her hand pumps me faster, and I know I’m not gonna last, so I give in and let myself lose the control I’ve been holding onto. The knowing tingling in my nuts ignites like electricity, zapping to my cock as a heatwave of pure ecstasy rolls through my body, shooting from my dick and down my girl’s throat.

“Fuck! Rhys!” I growl loudly as I try to keep my lids open so I can watch her reaction.

She gags again as her mouth overflows with my cum, but she doesn’t back off, taking it all as if she really is parched for my seed.

I’m still panting, sweat rolling down my spine as she slowly eases my dick from her moist hot mouth, using her fingers to wipe up the trail of white jiz running down her chin.

“Well, that was a mouthful.” She grins up at me, and I throw my head back, laughing. “You taste good, Big Guy. I may have a little lockjaw, though.” She moves her jaw from side to side, bringing her hand up to massage it.

Her teasing eases any guilt lingering, and I tug her up, slamming my lips into hers. I don’t care that I can taste my cum in her mouth. I’ve tasted my own seed before. Every guy fucking has. Don’t believe them if they say they haven’t.

She wraps her arms around me, one leg cocking up to wrap around my upper leg. Her heat instantly presses against me. I could so easily slide home right fucking now, my dick’s engorgement not easing as if it knows we are nowhere near done yet.

Stepping forward, I grip her hips and lift her as we tumble onto her bed. She moans into my mouth as our tongues clash, my body pressing her into the mattress, her pussy grinding up against me with need.

I tasted her blood before, but now I want to taste her pussy. I want her to fucking consume me, overfill my senses, and own my dark soul.

I roll us, maneuvering myself under her, keeping our lips locked as we go. I slip my hand between our bodies to cup her heavy tit, my thumb flicking over the nipple, causing her to arch into me, moaning again.

“You feel fucking perfect, baby.” I rasp out as I break our kiss, her lips travelling down my neck as she rolls her cunt over the length of my cock.

“I want you inside me, Gar.” She pants, but I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place. She lets out a little gasp, and even though she tries to hide it, I can tell it's not a gasp of pleasure.

I just hurt her.

Gripping her arms, I push her back and look into her eyes, trying to figure out what I just did.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “No.” She leans forward to kiss me again, but I push her back.

“Rhys. I hurt you. I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.” I must have gripped her too hard, yet it didn’t feel like I did. Maybe I don’t know my own strength.

Shaking her head, Rhys ignores me and tries to kiss me again. She’s trying to divert my attention, trying to preoccupy me with sex. It would work, too, if I was any normal prick, but I’m not. I know when something isn’t right with her, so again, I push her back and rise up on my elbows, causing her to straddle me. A flare of anger washes over her face, but I ignore it and move my eyes down her perfect creamy skin until I find faint bruises tainting her normally flawless flesh.

There, on her hips, are what look like fingerprints bruised into her skin. Frowning, I try to remember if I did this to her. If I had gripped her so hard that it would cause a bruise, it would be too early for them to be showing. Red marks, maybe, but not this. No. These were here before today.

“Who did this?”

Glancing up from the marks, to her face, I can see a storm of emotions wash over her. I can’t read her right now. She’s angry, yeah, but is she angry at me or whoever left these on her body?

She shakes her head, shifting to move off me, but, nope, I’m not having any of that. I sit up quickly, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her back down onto my lap.

“Don’t run from me, Rhys. I’m onyourside, remember?”

She huffs. “Can’t we just fuck Gar? It’s been a long time coming, and I’m feeling way too emotional to miss out on having you today.”

Well, that breaks my fucking heart. I’m not insulted. She’s right. It has been a long time coming. It’s her admittance that she’s emotional. She likes to play tough. She’s been struggling lately but doesn’t easily admit to it. If I hadn’t just found bruises on her body, I would assume her emotions are due to what she has to do tomorrow. She’s going to a prison to visit the man who took her innocence. To face him and try to get more information about this Julie bitch that is blackmailing her. Sure, tomorrow’s events are probably adding to her worries, but I’m fairly certain those bruises are today's worries. Probably has to do with how she was after the exam this morning when she fell apart.

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