Page 43 of When the Last One Falls
Keris slapped her hands against my thighs, her nails digging into the flesh through the expensive material, but she wasn’t tapping out. She wasn’t trying to push me away or free herself as I kept thrusting my cock into her mouth, not letting her catch a breath. Keris was sitting on her knees like a good girl, taking the abuse.
When I could finally feel that sensation forming at the base of my balls, I said, “Show me how wet your pussy is, baby.” I pulled her off my cock long enough for her to slide her hand between her legs, then pull her fingers out, showing me how much they were glistening. “Do you like getting your mouth fucked?”
“Brantley…” she whimpered, knowing that I already knew the answer.
“Because I love fucking that smart ass mouth of yours,” I grunted, forcing her head back down and my cock in her mouth again. “I love choking you with it. I love how wet you get when I put my hands on you, baby. God, I love how dirty you are.”
Just as I felt the first wave of my orgasm, I pulled her head back, then came all over her tits and dress, showering her with ropes and ropes of my seed. Keris remained on her knees, taking the mess like someone that knew she was driving me fucking insane. How she could ever think that another woman could compare to her was beyond me. If women were gems, Keris would still outshine the highest quality diamond out there.
“Stand up,” I ordered, and as soon as she was steady on her feet, I started rubbing myself all over her chest.
Keris closed her eyes as she moaned, and my other hand immediately went back between her legs, verifying that she really hadn’t been wearing any panties. A feral growl escaped my throat as I slid two fingers inside her tight pussy. Even though Keris was slick as fuck, she still felt snug around my fingers, forcing me to have to stretch her out some.
“Oh, God…Brantley…” she moaned as she bit her bottom lip, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer to taste what I did to her.
Pulling my fingers from her body, I reached out with my right hand, grabbed the neckline of her dress, then yanked it down the center, the expensive fabric tearing with my need for her. I immediately grabbed for her tits before I pushed her onto the bed, making sure that she didn’t land on the suitcase.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her as I shoved the offending suitcase onto the floor.
Getting into position like a good girl, Keris was face down and ass up, her dress falling easily around her hips with those high fucking slits in it. When I stepped behind her, I was presented with the tightest asshole that I’d ever fucked and the tastiest pussy that I’d ever had my tongue on. Keris was so fucking wet that her thighs were coated with her slickness, and I felt like my chest was going to explode with what I felt for this woman. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything as badly as I wanted Keris, and my need for her had easily surpassed my need to be the most successful man in the city.
Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I spread those round cheeks apart, leaving nothing to the imagination. Dropping to my knees behind her, I leaned forward, then let my tongue travel all throughout her wet folds.
“Brantley…” she panted, and I reached up to spank one cheek. While I’d never been big on spanking, I did like to see my handprints on her unblemished flesh.
After licking her everywhere, I slid two fingers back inside her cunt while my tongue went to working that tight little ass of hers, because there was no way that I wasn’t fucking her ass tonight. Keris belonged to me, so that meant I could do whatever the fuck that I wanted with her. Nothing was going to be off-limits in our marriage, and I was going to worship at her fucking feet every day of it.
When she started pushing back, wanting more of my fingers, I slid in a third digit and the sight had me feeling a tad violent, not going to lie. I wanted to tear her apart, then put her back together, and I wanted to be the only person that would ever be able to do that.
Chapter 29
Keris~
Ifelt like my mind was going to explode. I felt like I couldn’t handle the pleasure without turning into a complete mess afterwards. Brantley didn’t just fuck me; he had an incredible way ofpossessingme every time that he touched me. I felt high every time that he had me like this, and I had no idea how addicts survived their moments of sobriety.
I never wanted to leave this room.
“You like that, baby?” Brantley growled behind me. “You like it when I stretch you out?”
“Yes,” I rushed out, ready to beg for more.
“Well, you’re definitely going to like this,” he promised wickedly just as I felt two fingers replacing his tongue, and I had to close my eyes tight as Brantley double-penetrated me with his fingers. I felt full and used, and my hands fisted the comforter as I pushed my ass back, silently begging him to destroy me. Brantley wanted me ruined for all other men, and I found that I wanted to be ruined. I wanted to be thoroughly and utterly ruined by my husband.
“I can’t take anymore,” he announced as he pulled his fingers free from my body.
“Brant-”
“Shh, baby,” he said as I felt the bed dip behind me. “I’ve got you, Keris. I’ve always got you, baby.”
In one fluid motion, Brantley was buried deep inside my pussy, the fullness of him making me cry out in pure ecstasy. “Oh, God…”
He placed his hands on my hips, then dug his fingers in as he started railing me without mercy. He was pounding every inch of his big cock inside me, and it was uncomfortable as hell every time that he bottomed out, but heroin addicts didn’t care about the injection site pain of their needle. All they cared about was the hit, and that was me right now. Hell, that was me every time that Brantley wanted to prove just how much he really did own me.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so goddamn tight,” he grunted. “I can’t get enough of how good you feel wrapped around me, baby. You feel so fucking incredible.”
“You,” I panted. “It’s all you…oh, God…”
“It’s us,” he corrected. “No one else can ever do to me what you do to me, baby. I will only have one wife in my lifetime and you’re it.” I felt him grab a handful of my hair, then yank me up and back against his chest. “I’ll kill for you, Keris.” I could feel my body clench tightly around him. “And if I have to tattoo my last name across your chest to prove just how far I’ll go to keep you, then I will.”
