Page 19 of Vow of Revenge
Kaleb lifted his face, grinning slyly. Glistening juices mingled with his dark stubble. “Taste yourself,” he ordered.
His fingers wrapped mine, dragging them down my belly and pressing our united hands to my sleek heat. Together we rubbed in gentle circular movements. My sharp gasps matched the rapid tempo of my heartbeat. His eyes never left mine, watching avidly as I took back my fingers and slipped them into my mouth.
The fall of his chest gave way to a deep low grunt. “There’s no way that mouth is pure. You’re a fucking liar.” His head shook side to side. He prowled upwards, arcing over me as I panted. Dropping his mouth, he covered my lips with a deep forceful kiss. Sweeping licks and sucks unified my taste with his. Kaleb’s breathing was shallow, and the barely there hum made me think he was enjoying the essence as much as me.
Cuffing my ankles, he wrenched my lower body to the edge of the couch. I didn’t have time to respond. I was impaled by his length, stretched wide. Fireworks ignited over my skin when his fingers and thumb latched either side of my face, squeezing my jaw. Angling my head directly towards his, our eyes locked.
“You want to watch? How about you watch my face as I pump cum into your perfect tight cunt,” he growled. His vicious husky timbre veiled hatred, yet something told me that the heartless bastard was losing himself to lust.
His ragged breathing combined with his furious thrusts turned my world inside out. I no longer cared if he hurt me or if I relinquished myself to him. All I could feel was the immense build up to indecent recklessness.
“I will tell you when you can give in to me. Understand?” he barked.
In that instant, our souls were unequivocally tangled. I instinctively sensed his own rise as I knew he could sense mine. Demanding thrusts deepened, and the speed was fierce and fast paced.
“Oh my god, I can’t. Please, don’t make me wait. Please!” I begged with a throaty scream.
“Are you begging me?”
“Yes!” I panted.
“Then do it properly. Beg me!” he roared, gripping my cheeks firmer.
“Please, Kaleb, please! I’m about to…”
Releasing the hollows of my cheeks, his hand reached down between us. With the swirl of his wicked fingers between my legs, I fell off the edge. Soaring through the clouds, without a care of my rapid decent to hell.
Kaleb grunted loudly, his seed spilling into my vibrating walls.
I was done, used, foolish and he was finished with me.
Soft material covered my trembling body. A lighter sparked and the crackle of tobacco laced with weed could be heard as it caught fire. My eyelids felt heavy and my mind at peace. I wanted to ask him if the drug high had finally ended, only I felt warm, sleepy and safe under the blanket. My heartbeat had settled to a mild thump and my limbs were weak. A puff of smoke swirled around the air and my eyes drifted shut.
* * *
I don’t know what time it was when I fell asleep or how long I’d been out for, but when my body jolted to an abrupt awakening, I was still in the same room. The smell of ash clung to the air and my skin stank of sex and aniseed. A mass of blankets slumped to the floor when I sat up and cautiously moved to the end of the couch, away from him. Kaleb was asleep in a sitting position, his head resting to the side, the ashtray on his lap.
His striking face was relaxed, his demons at bay while he visited dreams. Thick black lashes fanned his high cheek bones, and the scruff on his jaw appeared darker. Kaleb De Courcy was absolutely stunning. I took a few minutes to study his perfectly angular features and sexy sweep of hair that hung over his brow with a rebellious edge. I knew this guy was trouble, but I was glad he looked after me… if that’s what it was.
A storm was raging through my mind, I had fallen into the night with a man who tried to break me. I recognised something inside him that inexplicably drew me in, but I was sensible, smart and in need of a hot shower.
My muscles ached, between dancing and sex, I wasn’t sure which one exhausted me more.
I still had the key fob to my apartment stuffed into the lining of my bra which was hanging off the bar next to a half empty bottle of Sambucca. Quietly padding through the room, I followed the trail of clothes and boots until I was dressed. Flashes hit me, memories of last night.
Holy shit!
He didn’t use protection.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
What the hell was I thinking!
What if he has a STD?
There was nothing more uncomfortable than the awkward ‘morning after’ chat, and given our activities, and the trickle of his cum that clung to the crotch of my leggings - I was not mentally prepared to face him. The drilling in my head grew louder with every tip toed step. Holding my boots under my arm, I climbed the stairs gladly taking my used body and shameful soul away from him.
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