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Kissing the Killer(32)

By:B. B. Hamel


“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “You’re so damn tight.”

“Be gentle,” I moaned.

“There’s nothing gentle about me,” he said as he slowly began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me.

“Oh please, Brooks,” I moaned. “I can’t believe you even fit inside me.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know, but I’m going to teach you.”

He began to slowly fuck me, his thrusts moving deep inside me and slowly sliding back out, his body pressed against mine.

Waves of pleasure flooded my body as he began to kiss my neck, his lips soft against my skin.

“You don’t even know what this pussy does to me,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s taking all I have not to fuck you rough and make you scream.”

His thrusts got deeper, more insistent. The initial pain slowly faded as he worked me deeper and harder, his thick cock filling my every inch. I couldn’t believe how his big dick made me feel as his strong hands grabbed my hips, pressing himself deeper into me.

He rocked back onto his knees and grinned at me as he kept moving his hips. He licked his thumb and then began to rub my clit in amazing circles as he fucked me in and out, thrusting deeper, harder.

I spread my legs wide for him, moaning, grabbing at the sheets. “Oh shit, Brooks. That’s perfect, just like that.”

“Yeah? You like this? You bad fucking girl. You like me watching my thick cock fill your little cunt up.”

I stared at him, shocked by his dirty language but loving every word. I was soaking wet, and his cock slid easily in and out, his hips working hard. I could see his eyes roam my body, and so I felt my breasts, teasing my own nipples, pressing them together for him.

“I love this fucking body,” he said as he kept rubbing my clit. His thrusts got harder. “You were built for sex. Every inch of you makes me so fucking hard.”

He kept fucking me, harder and deeper, his handsome face staring at my breasts as he fucked me. I loved that he wanted to look at me, and waves of pleasure kept rocking through me.

I felt like I was living on the edge before an orgasm as he worked my body, his hands rubbing my clit while he fucked me. I could feel his cock slipping deep inside me as he spread my legs wider, his thrusts getting deeper, harder.

As I felt myself coming close, he pulled himself out and grabbed my hips, turning me around. I couldn’t believe how easily he handled my body as he turned me around, spreading my legs wide.

“Look at this fucking ass,” he said, slapping my ass hard.

I moaned.

“You fucking like that?” he asked, slapping me again.

“Please,” I said, wiggling my hips. “Fuck me again. I’m getting so close.”

He grabbed my hips and pressed himself deep inside me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as he began to thrust into me from behind. I’d never had a man fuck me like that from behind, but it felt incredible as he slid his thick cock deep inside me.

He slapped my ass again, and the pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair, tipping my chin back. I felt his stubble against my neck as he kissed me.

“You dirty girl. You love getting fucked from behind, don’t you?”

“I just love getting fucked,” I moaned.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You don’t know how fucking hard you just made me.”

He grabbed my hips with both hands and began to fuck me for real. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning his name as I pressed myself forward against the covers, burying my face in his pillow.

I rocked my hips back, taking his big cock as he fucked me hard and rough. I loved the way his body pressed against me, and each new thrust brought a new sensation ringing through my body. I could hear his skin against mine, feel his rough hands on my soft hips as he kept fucking me deep and rough.

I wanted him to fill my every inch, to take me however he wanted it. I wanted to be made his. Brooks was so big and so damn strong, and I wanted him to completely dominate me.

He grabbed my arms and pulled them back, forcing me face down into the pillow. He fucked me mercilessly and savagely, his cock slamming deep inside me. I moaned, loving the way he held me hard, keeping me body pressed against him. His thick cock filled me, fucking me deep and hard, his hands holding my wrists tightly.

I couldn’t move and wouldn’t if I wanted to. I couldn’t think of anything but his thick cock fucking me, fucking me deep and rough.

He let go of my wrists and I collapsed forward. I started working my hips, wiggling and bucking them back against him, sliding my pussy down along his cock. I was so dripping wet that he just slid deep inside me.