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And just like that, I come again, in a spasm of gripping waves that has me shuddering, even as I feel like I’m floating. I grin as black rims my vision and I feel myself slipping away, and the last thing I see is Kit Hall’s euphoric face before darkness takes me.
CHAPTER 8
KIT
The sightof Bell’s swollen folds, red and glistening, swallowing my hand is something else. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. To see my hand vanish inside her completely, and for her to take me right to the wrist, even though I know it hurt.
Fuck.
Just… Fuuuuck!
Releasing her neck, I lean down and check that she’s still fucking breathing before I ease my hand from deep inside her cunt. Even the fact that she so easily blacks out, knowing I could do anything to her while she’s unconscious, has the blood thrumming through my veins.
Fuck, that thought has me grinning.
“I bet you like that idea, don’t you, Bell? The fact I could do anything to you while you’re like this and you can’t do anything to stop me?” I wrap my cunt-soaked hand around my cock, giving it a tight slow pump.
Fuck, her cream looks good on me. I want more. So much more.
Shifting, I slip my arms under her, scooping her up off the carpet and laying her lax body across my bed.
She’s at my mercy right now as I position her legs apart, giving me enough access to that sweet pussy.
“Fuck, Bellicent,” I murmur quietly, taking in the sight of her completely naked on my bed, those fucking skull barbells in her nipples making my mouth water. “I think you were always meant to be mine.”
She doesn’t respond of course, still out cold, so with cock in hand, I kneel between her splayed legs, still wearing the red fucking Santa shirt, but not willing to take it off because… well, I do kinda have a Santa kink, which really is just another form of Daddy kink, wanting my little masochist to submit to me.
And fuck, she submits so good.
Shifting closer to heaven, I steer my cock towards her swollen entrance, running the fat head of it through her wet folds a couple of times, circling her inflamed clit, before going back to her opening and easing in.
I grit my teeth as her slick hot heat envelops my hard length, and it surprises me how fucking tight it is given my whole fucking fist was just up there.
Ahhh the female sex organs are a fucking miracle to be marvelled.
“Fuuuck, Bell…” I hiss through gritted teeth as she adjusts around me. “You feel so fucking good.”
Good is an understatement. Aside from the drunken night I fucked up with cunt-face Rhonda, in all of my thirty years, my cock has never felt the inside of another woman’s cunt without the barrier of a condom. Fuck… this is something else.
Hot silk. Molten fucking heaven, that’s what it is.
I slowly ease my cock out and back in a few times, my gaze darting from where we are joined, back to her face, her eyes still closed, expression still neutral.
“I bet you love the idea of waking up and finding me fucking you,” I thrust faster, harder. “Don’t you?”
Fuck, the sight of her body jostling with my thrusts, still completely slack, is a turn on of its own.
She’s completely at my mercy. My little doll to do with as I please.
She’s fucking perfect.
I fuck her harder, bringing my fingers to her clit to give the swollen nub some attention.
“Come on. Be a good girl and wake up for Santa,” I growl, circling faster as I thrust.
Her chest rises and falls in a big breath, and I grin knowing she’s slowly waking up.
“That’s it. Rise and shine, Bell. Feel how Santa is fucking you.”
