Thanks to MC for Beta'ing this! I give her props for not being completely grossed out.
Chapter 3
EPOV
Her eyes glinted in the light as I showed her around. I wanted her to feel comfortable here to a certain extent. Not that I'd ever had a girlfriend or a regular fuck in many years, but I considered it with Bella. I wondered, she lived so close and she was a waitress at my favorite bar, I didn't see why I couldn't make her that.
We went through all the motions of normality, even though we both knew where we were going to end up. Her wrapped around my cock in some form.
My mind swirled with images of heavy gobs of cum splattered all of her face. Her wide brown eyes sealed shut with thick white droplets dripping all over her creamy skin.
I made her coffee and we sat on the couch talking a little about our lives. She told me that she had just started at the tavern because she needed some extra cash. I admired her candor, but I was surprised to find out she was a teacher.
I guess that made sense. She seemed like the warm-hearted kind of person that would work with children, but what surprised me was that she had to take another job.
The girl worked her ass off during the school year teaching little shits and she was forced to pick up a second job on the weekends because she couldn't scrape by. How fucked was that?
Then I realized something, I was beginning to let my guard down and actually listen to her. Something I never did. Easy fucks were supposed to be just that, easy. I wasn't supposed to listen to the shit they spewed or have time to even think about their lives. They were supposed to be a good time and that was all.
My mind refocused on what was the objective of tonight and I slowly began to let her know how much I wanted her.
My arm slipped around the back of her, pulling her slightly closer to me, watching her reaction carefully; after all I didn't want to scare her off. But one look down told me that she was just as into this as I was. Her beautiful grin and bashful eyes told me all there was to know. Pleased with her acceptance I pulled her until she was flush with my side. Pressed right up next to me. So close that her heat was spreading to my skin.
"Well, this isn't like Seattle's, but it's pretty good," she softly, nodding towards the almost empty cup in her small hand.
"Thanks." Her words did something to me. Something I didn't really like.
I needed to make her stop talking.
I cocked my head to the side and slowly leaned in, watching her beautiful eyes the entire time. I wanted to make sure she didn't turn into a scared little doe again. There was no need for that nonsense. I wanted her comfortable and happy. And impaled on my cock. But we were getting to that.
Those deep browns looked up at me, sparkling; no sign of fear anywhere near them, so I lowered my lips to hers. Placing a soft, sensual kiss on them at first.
Her hand came up and touched my face. That was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. I liked affection just as much as the next guy. Even though I didn't often see women more than once, it wasn't as if I didn't fully enjoy our time together.
The warmth from her hand spread across my face and down my neck. Straight to my thickening cock. Her jagged breaths coasted across my skin in small puffs. I wanted to calm her, tell her that I would take real good care of her, but keeping her on edge was better. I wanted her senses waiting and wondering what was going to happen next.
My lips fused to hers in a hot kiss, this time taking more control, showing her just a tiny percentage of what I was capable of.
She moaned and quickly opened her mouth accepting my tongue and using her own too. She wasn't shy anymore, at least not at the moment.
My free hand began to wander, cupping her full breasts through her shirt. While our tongues wrestled, my fingers slipped up to the buttons on the front of her blouse and began to slip them undone. I made quick work of them, dying to see my prize.
Her tiny gasp as I pushed the crisp cotton from her shoulders was what fantasies were made of. And the way her small frame vibrated with the shudder coursing through her, made my mind go wild. She was perfect.
But I didn't want her on my – too small for comfort – couch. "Come on baby," I murmured, pulling her with me as I lifted us from the cushion and began to stumble my way down the hall. She followed willingly, before I got my chance to toss her on the bed watching her bounce adorably at the force.
I quickly discarded the majority of my clothes, everything except for my boxers and when I looked up Bella was a sight, laying there in just her panties. Waiting for me.
I dove on the bed, covering her, wanting her.
I pressed my lips into hers, kissing, fanning the fire.
My hands began to wander, feeling her bare breasts for the first time, wanting her soft flesh in my hand.
Her whimper held me there, playing with her puckered nipple until I couldn't take it any longer and I slithered down her body, kissing her sweet skin as I went.
The scent of Bella surrounded me as I pulled her panties down her long, lean legs. They were the kind of legs that seemed to go on for ages, even though she was so petite.
Looking down at those wide eyes that watched me so intently made something wild spark inside me. A ravenous sensation began to claw at my insides. I needed to fuck her and be done with her. I was familiar with this feeling. This caged animal inside me was rattling his confines and wanted out. If I wasn't careful and quick I was going to end up dragging Bella down a dark path that would lead her to be my fifty-eighth. That was something I wouldn't be able to live with.
My hands slid up those sexy legs of her, smoothing over her soft, tender skin.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat and I wondered briefly if she was having second thoughts, but when my fingers ran through her sweet pussy lips I knew for sure that she wanted this as badly as I did.
My fingers quickly entered her, letting my thumb slip and press against her clit. I rubbed and thrust my fingers into her hole. I loved how wet she was, but it was the noises that my beautiful little bed buddy was creating that was driving me insane.
Her breathy little moans and sweet whimpers filled my ears and my cock begged to be inside her. My boxers were straining and my patience was wavering. I needed her soon, but I was giver, enjoying her pleasure as much as she did. I wanted to see her satisfied before it came time to take her.
I crawled up her supple young body and positioned myself over her. It was a dominating move, but I guess that was my personality. I was a little dominating. I preferred to be in charge, especially in situations like these. I was the man; there was just something about being in charge during sex. That and killing.
I pushed my boxers down over my hips, before leaning down and kissing her softly. I wanted her to see that I could be gentle and not just an animal.
I reached blindly for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Bella grabbed it from me before I could even do anything with it. She ripped the package open with her teeth and rolled it down my dick before settling back with a satisfied smile on her face.
This chick was going to kill me.
I winked at her with a grin, hoping to kill her some, but no, she had the upper hand again. Or lower in this case, since her tiny, warm hand came up and cupped my balls. A shiver shot down my spine and I nearly lost it right then and there.
I took a deep breath trying to clear those thoughts as I lined myself up with her sopping wet cunt. This girl was primed and ready for me.
I pushed in part way at first letting her cream coat me before sliding out and then finally in all the way. My breath whooshed out of me, leaving me hanging by a thread, trying to keep from blowing my load in mere seconds, because her slit was fucking amazing. Something I could write home about.
I licked my lips and attempted to take a deep breath before searching her face, seeing her lust and evident desire written all over her heart-shaped face.
I smirked down at her, wanting to stoke that fire.
I was a giver, and I planned to make sure her night was just as good as mine was going to be. I pulled out slowly, testing my own control.
It was painful, the amount of work I had to put into not splattering cum all over her as much as I wanted to.
Hers was the softest, hottest, wettest cunt I'd had in a long time…maybe even…well maybe even ever. But even though I was buried in this little piece of Heaven all the way up to my balls, all I could think about was the way blood would look trickling down her neck. Or even out of her slender, creamy thighs.
Thoughts like that weren't good at a time like this. It made me thrust harder, the monster inside me wanted to claim her, take her for my own and I wasn't just talking about sex. I wanted to see her orgasm into a hemorrhaging mess. I wanted to feel her squeeze down on me and then have blood spill out of her chest, so much so that it dripped down and would begin to cover my cock while I continued to fuck her.
The images were enough to make my balls begin to clench and my dick begin to pulse. My release was close and I hoped that once I had it I could get myself under control and lock the demon away.
Her soft hazel eyes looked up at me as I let my emotions feed out through our fucking, hard, purposeful jolts into her and my finger steady on her clit, making her mouth drop open in a silent scream as she came, shattering around me. She clamped down on me nice and tight, while I chugged my way to the end. I plowed into her one last time finally spilling into the latex that was wrapped around my dick.
Fuck that was good, but…
*DCM*
A sick overwhelming feeling came over me as I stared at her sleeping body next to mine. Our limbs tangled together and sweat mingled. We had been one, so easily I had taken her to my bed. But it was only for sex, right? My mind was speeding across a dirt road, bumping along. I knew what I wanted, what I itched to do, but it was whether or not I could get her out of my house without doing it.
I quickly peeled myself away from her, realizing that I needed to put some distance between us. I hoped it would make my feeling diminish. This was why I had tried to check myself earlier, but it was far too late now. The monster inside me wasn't rattling his cage, he was out and roaring to be fed. Those creamy legs, her supple breasts, and her tender innocent eyes, all of her distinct features cried out to be killed.
But she hadn't done anything to deserve it. She was innocent above all; at least as much as I knew of her she was innocent. I couldn't take her life. I couldn't do that to her.
I moved out of the room, dressing in the hallway, before heading into the kitchen to fix myself a coffee. My skin itched to have her the way I wanted. No matter how good the sex was I still wasn't satisfied, I wasn't happy. I needed more…always a need for more.
I stepped out on the porch to have a cigarette, feeling as if one addiction would hopefully cure my other, but it just didn't make a dent in the need, the unmistakable skin prickling want.
I stubbed out my butt and began to dig at my own arm, hoping some kind of blood would fend off the feeling.
Slowly and painfully blood began to trickle down my arm, swirling through the tiny blonde hairs. I watched as it warmed and smoothed over my thumb, it coated and almost painted my nail. And as it reached my palm I brought my hand to my face and sniffed.
The coppery smell and distinct color seemed to quell my addiction, hold it off and at bay, but I knew I was just tricking myself. I just needed to keep her alive until morning when I could push her out of the car and never see her again.
My insides burned, but I kept the bedroom door closed, wanting to make sure I had some kind of barrier from getting to her.
So, now he fucked her, do you think he can let her go?
Do you think she'll make it home alive?
See you soon for some more.
