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Physically, Kylie was a perfect ten, but it wasn’t her body that had me captivated. I was riveted by her eyes, the reflection of desire, need, and overwhelming trust.
She made me feel like a god.
I began to move. Slowly at first. I studied her carefully and shifted positions based on Kylie’s reactions. When I stabbed in deep at one particular angle, she yelped each time. Bingo. Keeping that position, I sped my thrusts, hammering her fast and hard, over and over until her body glistened with sweat, her muscles quaked, and her loud moans morphed into one long, unending wail.
I felt the first spasms of Kylie’s pussy, and lifted her leg to drape it over my shoulder and expose the side of her luscious ass. I waited until her climax took hold, lifted my hand, and brought it down. It landed on her skin with a loud crack as she came.
Kylie arched her back tight as a bowstring, and screamed my name. Her entire body shook and the chains rattled as the pleasure overcame her. I smacked her ass a second time, using the pain to draw out the orgasm. Kylie’s eyes took on a hazy, faraway look—she was flying.
That was my cue. I picked up the pace and pistoned in and out, the wet heat gripping my cock like a slick glove. Sweat dripped down my cheeks and I struggled to hold onto Kylie’s hips as my fingers slid across her skin. It only took a few thrusts for my rhythm to stutter. I came so hard I thought I might black out. Lights sparked and my vision went fuzzy. I gripped her hard enough to leave bruises and emptied my balls deep in her pussy, spurt after spurt of glorious ecstasy. It wasn’t until I pumped every last drop from my balls that I groaned, collapsed on top of a panting, wrecked Kylie, and closed my eyes to catch my breath.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, me slumped over Kylie, except that it felt… weird. Not bad, weird. In fact, it felt the opposite. Good, weird. Except I don't cuddle. Ever. I fuck, I get up, I get dressed, and I leave. The mere fact that my first instinct wasn’t to spring from the bed and hustle Kylie out the door, had me worried.
“Can you…?” The rattle of chains drew my attention.
Shit. I was so out of it, so relaxed and content, I forgot to release Kylie.
“Yeah.”
I shuffled to my knees, ignored the fact that my legs felt like jelly, reached up, and slid open the buckles. Then I massaged Kylie's arms and shoulders to get the blood flowing. She’d be sore tomorrow, but hopefully it would be a feeling she enjoyed. Maybe think of me every time a muscle twinged.
“You okay?”
From the blissed out look on Kylie’s face, the question was redundant. Even so, I shouldn't have cared how she was doing. Never did about any of the other women.
Again, until Kylie.
I climbed off the bed, pulled on my jeans, and fled to the safety of the bathroom. Behind the closed door, I ran the faucet to make it sound like I was actually doing something useful rather than hiding. I propped my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror.
Instead of the moody, glaring, angry man I was familiar with, the guy in the reflection looked... happy. He smiled and his eyes sparkled with satisfaction. I wasn’t sure who the fuck the asshole thought he was, but his stupid grin unnerved me.
I splashed cold water on my face and haphazardly dried off, chucking the towel on the floor. There would be plenty of time to have an existential crisis later. After all the shit I'd been though, I deserved a break. Five fucking minutes of happiness.
Satisfied I could play it cool and not start drawing little hearts with our names inside, I took a deep breath, ignored the unfamiliar, fluttery sensation in my belly, and exited the bathroom. My ability to play it cool sucked, because my gaze went directly to the bed.
And my stomach promptly did a triple lindy and splattered all over the floor.
Good things didn’t happen to me. Happiness didn’t happen to me. I was forever destined to be bitter and angry.
Karma, you vicious little bitch.
The bed was empty.
9
Seb
Fully dressed, down to her shoes, Kylie was standing in the main living area, her spine as stiff as a board. Her posture blinked like a glaring neon sign that all but shouted “Danger, danger! You’ve got a runner on your hands!”
Seeing Kylie so desperate to leave sent my good mood into a nosedive. I went from the top of the world to the pits of hell in one second flat.
“Leaving already?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I regretted it immediately.
St. Clair, you fuckwad. Could you sound any needier?
Kylie didn’t look in my direction. “Um, yeah. I need to, uh, get going. My….uh, my roommate is expecting me.”
Good thing she wasn’t looking at me, because I think I actually mouthed the word, “wow.” She had me so fucking turned around, I didn’t know what to think. Not only did I not introduce her to my front door a heartbeat after I came, but Kylie just gave me what might actually qualify as the flimsiest excuse since, “I have to wash my hair tomorrow,” or, “I have an early meeting,” both of which I may have used at one time or another.
