Ketch Addiction

by Eiddwen

His gaze is captivating, making it hard to turn away. My attraction to Ketch is unbearable. His accent, his eyes, the way he arches his brow, the bad boy smirk that seems to be set, his strong nose, how his bottom lip is full, the imperfection that sits above his top lip at the right, his high cheek bones, his chiseled jaw and smooth face... I find myself longing for his touch...

3. Chapter 3

Reaching up and caressing his cheek, I pull him in, kissing him long and hard, our tongues dancing. My hands intertwine his locks, making his hair even more disheveled, jutting his curls in every direction.

Ketch pulls back, coming up for air, his bottom lip slipping from between mine with a satisfying, sucking sound. Breathless, he smiles gazing into my eyes, his eyes gleaming with lust. I lift my head, playfully nipping at his lip.

He nuzzles down my body leaving trails of soft kisses, while licking and nibbling, biting and licking my nipples making me shiver and squirm with pleasure. Stopping at the band of my thong, looking up at me sexily, he bites at it, his lips brushing against my skin, pulling the band back with his teeth. He lets the band fling from his teeth, hurling it back to my waist with a sharp snapping sound. Unsuspecting his treacherous intentions, I wince from the sting. Slipping his fingers in the band of my thong, he pulls it off, softly kissing my inner thigh. On all fours, he crawls back up to me leaving another trail of soft kisses, this time nuzzling between my breast.

Slithering off the bed, he grabs his pants, jerking his belt from its loops. Crawling back onto the bed, he rolls me over onto my stomach, pinning my arms down with his knees and locking his feet across the back of my thighs, his dick resting on my ass. I groan, struggling to pull my arms free to no avail.

Drawing my hair to the side, he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my neck, leaving another set of marks. Raising his arm high over his head, he whips my ass, diligently, with his belt several times, leaving its profile. A mixture of pain and pleasure washes through me, making me whimper at the burning sting.

Ketch simpers, "Bad Kitty, bad, bad girl."

Unlatching his feet from my thighs and moving his knees, he frees my pined arms. I reach back, rubbing the sore whelps. On both sides of my shoulders he places his hands on the bed, hovering his body close to mine. Lowering his lips to my ear, he nibbles, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. He thrusts his soft dick against my ass while I push back into him making him grow.