Page 47 of Kelsey's Keeper


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“No! I mean—no, sir.”

He smiled then, though she couldn’t see it, enjoying the way she protested, denied what her own body was proclaiming to be her true nature. It was a confirmation that she was a creature of her desires, her base lusts, her animal needs. He enjoyed forcing a woman to face what really drove her, to accept and admit how much she needed to be fucked, to be used, to be conquered and controlled.

To be made to submit.

Though he wasn’t yet certain if Kelsey was just such a woman, judging by the wantonness of her cunt, her spicy scent thick on the air now, he suspected that was exactly what she was—whether or not she was prepared to admit it.

Either to him—or even herself.

Standing behind her, he wrapped his hand about the nape of her neck, his hold possessive, keeping her very still, his thumb stroking the muscle just under her hairline. With his other hand, he reached around, taking a hold of her left breast, grasping it firmly, squeezing it now and then. But rather than hurting her, instead he sought to lay claim, to make her feel his control and his strength, to show her she was completely in his power.

He needed that grip upon her to be a reassurance, too, that no matter what she did, even if she felt out of control, he would always be there to reel her back in, to discipline her if necessary, and to show her that she was always safe with him. Even if sometimes it hurt.

“Open your legs for me, Kelsey.” He stroked her nape with his thumb once again, slowly, up and down, lowering his voice to a murmured rumble. “Further, sweetheart, that’s it, all the way now.”

She made a tiny whimpering sound deep in her chest as he let go of her breast and drew his zipper down on his cargo shorts.

“Turn your hips. No—cant them. Hollow your back—that’s it.” He watched in aroused delight as she properly presented her cunt, angling her hips such that the position, with her legs spread so wide, presented her pussy perfectly, its thick, sticky juices glistening, the scent of it all around them, his cock so hard it felt like it might explode. “Now, open that pussy for me, girl. Good. Good!”

He touched the swollen head of his cock to the now nearly dripping sex, getting it wet by running it up and down through her slit. She moaned as he did it. He gripped her breast once again, squeezing even tighter this time, wanted her to feel his control of her and because the feel of it in his hand made his cock even harder.

Then he drove up into her from behind with such force, it drew a strangled, surprised cry from her lips. “You expected the bed, didn’t you, Kelsey? Is that right?” He was thrusting hard already, shocked at how tight and hot and wet her sex was as it clamped around his cock. “My fucking God, your cunt is tight!”

“Yes! Harder, sir!”

He thrilled to the words, obliging her immediately, driving into her so violently, he nearly drove her feet off the floorboards with each heavy thrust. “Does it hurt, girl?”

“Yes… sir… but… I don’t… care!”

He kissed the base of her neck, still thundering into her. “That’s my Kelsey, take my fucking cock!”

“Oh, fuck… fuck!” She was nearly panting, her hands spread upon the door above her, bracing her body against the thrusts shaking her each time he bottomed out inside her.

“You never… answered my… question, girl,” he said, his breath growing heavy, his orgasm very near now, the vise-like grip of her pussy pure heaven around the pistoning shaft of his cock. He’d never felt a cunt that tight before, and he knew he’d miss its heavenly embrace the very second he reluctantly pulled out of her.

“What question… sir? Ah, yes… hurts… God, more!”

“The bed… Christ… I’m close!” He forced himself to hold back, gripping her breast savagely now, sure his fingertips would leave bruises in the soft, vulnerable flesh before morning. “Do you… want… me to take you… in my bed?”

“Yes… oh, yes, sir!” Her voice was getting higher and higher pitched, then, her panting louder. “I think… I think I’m gonna—”

“You don’t deserve… my bed.” He drove brutally hard inside her now, drawing cries from her lips as the head of his cock battered her cervix with each lunge. “You have to… earn it, Kelsey girl.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” she cried, her pussy spasming repeatedly upon his shaft as she groaned, the sound lost, soul deep, her body trembling and quivering against his. The last tight clamp of her cunt around him was the final straw, and his orgasm exploded up and out of him, too.

He held her still as he convulsed, the impossibly intense waves of pleasure filling him, both her breasts crushed in his hands now as he held onto them tightly, growling out his climax. He bucked up inside her over and over, and over again, his cum pouring forth, filling her until it was too much, splats of his heavy, thick seed dropping to the floor beneath them. Her juices flooded between them then, too, soaking the base of his cock, more of it dripping from his swinging balls; their combined scent, heat, and animal connection all-encompassing then, drowning them both in its intensity.

As they slowly came down, Kelsey was panting and moaning, her entire body trembling, her thighs quivering in a way that made him want to lick them, caress them, and fuck her all over again. He let his cock slip from inside her, and it was his turn to moan, instantly wanting to be deep within her all over again.

He leaned against her for a moment, trying to catch his breath, running his hands up and down her body, collecting the sweat upon his palms, loving the feel of her against him, the scent of her sex filling his nostrils, making his mouth water. Finally, his strength returning, he gathered her up into his arms, took her to the couch, and collapsed onto it holding her tight, cooing at her softly as she stirred against him.

She curled up in a fetal position upon his lap, burying her face into his bare chest, the soft, luscious weight of her breasts threatening to make his cock get hard all over again as they pillowed against his belly.

This was so wrong, and yet it was so very, very right.

But at least for this one night none of that had to matter. All that he could care about was the girl lying in his arms. All he had to think about… was Kelsey.

And as the light outside began to wane, the day giving way to the night, Max’s mind and body gave way to the blissful oblivion of sleep.

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