Page 30 of Dead Woman Walking

Kyler crosses his hands over my back, pulling on my wide hips. His cock hits a soft spot, making me cry out. “Yes, you do, Goddess. I love worshiping you and your pussy.” I remember flashes of his “edge week,” where he teased himself by eating me out slowly. There were a few times he came in his pants from it without even moving his hips an inch.

I moan, body tingling with a building orgasm. My nails dig into the headboard, feeling it rock with our bodies.

His finger reaches down, rolling over my belly and finding my clit pretty easily.

“Kyler,” I moan, head dropping. My body fails to keep up this pace with his snapping hips.

His other hand grabs my throat and lifts me so my back is against his chest. His cock thrusts up inside of me, hitting against my wall.

A cry escapes me as I grab his hands to steady myself, but he has a nice hold of me.

“Look at yourself,” he growls.

Pleasure surges as I watch his dick sliding in and out of my pussy, dripping my juices on him. My eyes move up over my round stomach and bouncing breasts. Then to his face. He is focused, eyes locked on my face, and mouth parted. Our eyes meet, and his dick throbs inside me, hitting a sweet spot.

A noise escapes me, choked back by his hand. My eyes snap to my face, the curve of my lips as I moan, and the beautiful blush flooding my cheeks. My chest begins to hitch and feel heavy as an orgasm builds in my hips. Whimpers fall from my lips.

“Look how beautiful you look. You sound so perfect, taking my dick like a good girl,” Kyler mutters right into my ear, hips snapping to thrust faster.We are both close.

“Ky, please!” I cry, reaching to grip the headboard that is now hitting the wall a bit.

“I will stop fucking right now if you don’t say—”

“Fuck! I’m so fucking beautiful! Please don’t stop!” I sob as the orgasm takes over. My whole body is pushed to the edge. My nails dig into the wood of the headboard as my whole body stiffens and tightens.

He groans right into my ear, and his fist tightens around my neck a bit. He is fucking himself into me hard and fast.

Then with a sharp exhale, the floodgates open. Our moans and heavy breaths fill the air as my orgasm rushes down my body. I cry out, holding the headboard as his thrusts slow. His warm cum shoots inside of me, and with a quick glance, I look at the mess we made. It drips down his balls and thighs.

“Good girl,” Kyler mutters, kissing right below my ear. Together we collapse on the bed, bodies boneless and tangled together still. He presses his nose into my shoulder. “Please stop being cruel to my girlfriend. I missed her so much, and you being rude to her isn’t going to help her in any way.”

Silence fills the air as he finally pulls his dick from my pussy, but it is barely soft. I know Kyler can go a few rounds, and we have before. Shifting, I turn onto my back. “I’m sorry.”

He stands, stretching and glancing back. “Say sorry to the person who deserves it the most... But first, let me get you cleaned up.”

My eyes move to the mirror above the bed. My naked body is on display, and I resist the urge to cover up. My hands run over my thick thighs, feeling the old scars that have faded a lot. Up over my round stomach, I remember all the times I didn’t eat or give myself what I needed. And still, I am here. Alive. And my body still fights for me.

My eyes tear up as I look myself in the face. All the healing I’ve been doing doesn’t amount to anything if I am still going to hurt the most important person.

Me.

Fingers brush my cheek, and I look over to see Kyler brushing a tear away. He takes his time cleaning me, getting me water and snacks while I sob, looking at myself.

“Come here,” Kyler mutters, grabbing my hips.

I crawl closer to him and press my head against his muscular chest, my thigh over his lower stomach. One of his hands grabs my thigh, pulling it all the way over his lower stomach. His other wraps around me and pulls me closer before settling in my hair.

Slowly, his fingers entangle themselves in my curls and caress my scalp.

“Thank you, Ky,” I mutter, clearing my throat.

“Mhm,” he hums, chest vibrating against my head.

Lifting my eyes, I see his eyes closed. My poor Kyler probably hasn’t been sleeping well without me. For some reason, he just sleeps better with the weight of my body on his, like I am his weight blanket.

Slowly, I lift myself up and place a kiss right against his lips.

One of his eyes peeks open and stares down at me as I settle back against his body. His hand slowly swirls around my thighs. My eyes close, feeling heavy from the crying and orgasm.

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