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Greyson

Alora screamed and jumped beside me, almost overturning the bowl of popcorn we were sharing. I laughed hard, unable to contain my amusement.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You jump and scream at the fake serial killer in the movie, but you’re cuddled up to my side and sharing popcorn?”

She rolled her eyes. “It was the music that got me,” she said, settling into me again, the bowl once more securely sitting on her lap. I didn’t give the movie a second glance all night. My eyes were fixed on her creamy legs and how the black T-shirt barely covered the space between her thighs and the sweetness that awaited me. I couldn’t get enough of her, and my shorts were already getting uncomfortable.

“I’m sure it’s the music,” I teased, running my fingers over her shoulder.

“Maybe he’s just scarier than you,” she said and then squealed as I tickled the back of her neck. Grabbing the bowl, I set it on the table before it went flying, and we had a huge mess to clean up.

Pulling Alora over, she willingly sat on my lap as the girl on the television screamed and ran down the middle of the street. I never understood why they did that in movies. I groaned as she settled, her hair falling around her face and shading her eyes, though I could still easily see the desire shining at me.

She wiggled. “Are you already wet for me, Doll?” I slid my hands up her thighs as she bit her lower lip. “Let’s see.” My hands disappeared under the black material, and Alora moaned as my thumb traced the outline of her swollen clit. She pressed harder into my fingers, and I smirked and moved the damp material aside to slide between her slick folds. “So wet. Do you think the girl in the movie is going to get as lucky as you?”

Alora peeled the T-shirt off over her head and tossed it on the couch. Rising on her knees to look down at me, she rubbed her tits across my lips. I nipped at the hard buds begging to be sucked.

“I don’t think anyone is as lucky as I am,” she said while I sucked her nipple into my mouth on her next pass and shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. “Ah, yes. Feels so good.” Her tight walls squeezed my fingers, and my already hard cock began to throb in my shorts.

“Flattery like that will get you everywhere.” She bounced a little faster. “That’s it, Doll, fuck yourself on my fingers, come all over them” My thumb resumed rubbing her clit, and she grabbed my shoulders, tossing her head back, ecstasy written into every feature. I loved how her mouth hung open in a little oh as she moaned. “Give me that nipple again,” I growled, and she didn’t lose her rhythm as she pushed her tits together. I sucked on one and then the other. Little mewling sounds tumbled from her lips as she picked up the pace.

“Oh, Greyson. I’m so close. I’m…I’m going to come.”

“Stand up, I want to taste you,” I ordered. My cock was like iron pushing against my shorts, the ache was uncomfortable, but I loved the anticipation. Alora shakily pushed herself up, and I grabbed the globes of her ass to pull her dripping pussy to my mouth. “Fuck you taste good, Doll.” I swirled my tongue around before pushing into her with my fingers.

“Yes, oh…oh fuck.” She grabbed my hair and pressed my face closer. I sucked hard while my fingers pumped deeper. I could feel Alora’s legs shaking. “Greyson, I’m coming! Fuck!” I licked fast, not wanting to miss even a single drop. Breathing hard, I ran my tongue over her folds again and then yanked her underwear down her legs. I steadied her as she stepped out of them with one leg and then the other before straddling me once more. Alora’s dark blue eyes burned with lingering lust and the aftermath of her release. She was so fucking beautiful. She moved to toss her panties aside, but I grabbed her arm before she could.

“These are mine.” I opened them up to the little damp spot and licked them clean as a blush crept across her cheeks. “So fucking good.” I took a deep breath, the draw traveling through my body right to the tip of cock, making a matching wet spot on the front of my shorts.

Setting them aside, I leaned into her and ran the flat of my tongue over the tiny cut on her chest over her heart. Then I took her hand and repeated the process on the quickly healing line on her palm. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her to my lips and devoured her mouth. I was strung out, every muscle hard with the lust coursing through my body for this woman.

“You want me to bleed for you, don’t you,” she asked, and my cock jerked in my shorts at the idea.

“Not tonight.” I lifted her off my lap and sat her on the couch. “I’ll be right back.” Racing up the stairs, I yanked open my drawer and pulled out the new toy that I bought and the bottle of lube. When I returned, I smirked as Alora’s eyes locked on my bouncing cock in my loose shorts. “You ever been fucked in the ass?” She shook her head no. “You want to try?” Nervousness danced behind her eyes even as she nodded. I laughed. “You know I love to hear you scream, Doll, but I’m not going to stuff this monster up your ass tonight. You’d never let me near you again.”

“Thank God,” she said and relaxed.

“We’ll work up to that. For tonight I want to put this in you,” I said and held up the shiny butt plug with the skull handle. “Get on your knees and turn around.”

She slid off the couch onto the floor and got on all fours, her pussy and ass making me groan. Fuck. I palmed my cock for a second to ease a bit of the tension. Popping open the bottle of lube, I dribbled it all over her ass and watched it drip between the crack. Rubbing the silky liquid around her tight little rosebud made her moan.

“I have a feeling you’re going to love this, Doll.” I poured more of the lube on the butt plug and made sure it was good and coated. “Just try and relax. The first part always hurts but eases fastest if you keep breathing and don’t clench.”

“Okay.” I teased the tip in and out, stretching her open. “That feels good,” she moaned as she looked back at me. Once she was open and relaxed, I locked eyes with her and pushed the entire plug in, leaving the skull sticking out of her ass. “Oh fuck, that feels…I don’t know.”

Standing, I stared down at her and smiled, thinking about the latest toy that was being installed at the bar before our next opening. She was going to look so fucking sexy that I wondered if I’d be able to hold myself back from fucking her on the stage.

Pushing my shorts down, I stroked my cock and sat on the couch. “Suck my cock, Doll, and you’ll forget all about it.” She stiffly turned to face me and sucked in a deep breath as she pushed herself up enough that she could wrap her hand around my shaft. As she stroked me, I grabbed her hand and tightened her grip. “I like it rough. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me.” Nodding, she ran her tongue over the glistening and swollen head. It looked angry as it begged for release. She tentatively slipped me into her hot mouth. “You ever given head?”

“No,” Alora admitted as she looked away from my eyes.

“Good.” That comment earned a confused look. “Less people I have to kill. This mouth is mine, just like your pussy, your ass, and every inch of this sexy body.” The corner of her mouth turned up as I gathered her hair and wrapped it around my hand. “Treat it like the best dessert you’ve ever tasted, just no teeth. Well, actually, I don’t mind the bite of pain, but let’s start with no teeth.”

I smiled as she gripped me with both of her hands and spit on the head of my cock. Quick study. Alora sucked me into her mouth. It was so hot that it felt like my cock had slipped into heaven or maybe hell. Either way, it kicked in her grasp. Laying my head back on the couch, I watched her, and with every suck, she grew more and more confident until she was able to get half of me into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat. I took note that she only mildly gagged.

Every time she took me deeper, I pushed a little harder on her head. “My cock looks so good disappearing into your mouth. Hold here,” I ordered, grabbing both sides of her head and pumping up fast. Drool dribbled out and slid down my shaft. It was the most glorious sight. Each time, I hit the back of her throat harder and faster. Eyes filled with tears locked onto mine as I fucked her mouth, the slurping loud over the sound of the killer stabbing his victim. Blood splashed onto the screen in the movie, and I thrust my cock up hard. Alora’s hands gripped my thighs tighter as I slipped past the barrier. When I pulled back, she sucked in air. I did it again and again in time to the knife stabbing the woman on screen. The room was coated in blood, which was unrealistic for the knife he was using, but it didn’t matter. The sight had my balls boiling.

I shoved in hard one more time and then pulled her head off my cock. Her mouth hung open as she gasped, and leaning in, I licked all the drool off of her chin. “This is mine, too.” She nodded. “Good girl. Now get up here and lay on your back.”

Alora was moving slower than I would’ve liked. Grabbing her, I tossed her down and grabbed her legs, pushing them open in a wide V before I rocked her back.

“I can’t get enough of staring at your pussy, wet and begging me to fuck it. I would die a happy man if this was the last thing I ever saw.” I ate up the sound of her moaning as I rubbed my cock through her folds and then tapped it off the plug in her ass. Teasing her some more, I pushed the head in and then let it pop back out before rubbing it on her clit. Over and over again, I tortured us both until she was clawing at the couch, her head rocking from side to side as she begged me to fuck her.

“Alright, Doll, here it comes.” Pushing her legs back, I thrust my cock into her and didn’t stop until my balls touched the skull plug.

“Ah! Oh Fuck! Oh my God, Greyson, you’re so deep and…and…ah….,” she cried out as I pounded into her, the couch adding more spring with every thrust. Alora’s walls clamped around my shaft like it was trying to trap me inside of her forever. That wasn’t a bad idea if it was possible. My balls tightened, my body begging for the release that I’d been dying for since we got home from the demonstration. The slapping sound was as loud as her screams and completely drowned out the movie.

Grabbing the back of the couch, I got a better grip and lost myself in the feel of her. The searing heat, the slick wet gliding along my cock, the tightness, and of course, the screams in my ear.

“I’m gonna come,” she panted like she was asking.

“That’s my doll, come all over my cock.” She grabbed my arms, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood, and as soon as I spotted the tiny droplets, I lost the last of my tenuous control.

I growled, and Alora screamed as I pounded into her so hard and felt my cock twitch just before I came. “Fuck me!” Her pussy pulled on my cock as it jerked inside of her, which drew out her climax. My arms flexed, and my legs shook as the tail end of my orgasm hit, and I filled her up. With the final thrust, I held still, my cock remaining hard as it lay spent inside of Alora.

“Are you good?”

“Yeah,” she answered, her voice listless.

She sucked in a sharp breath as the quaking spasms of her pussy gripped me once more. The twisted look of extreme pleasure on the brink of pain made me smile. Panting to catch my breath, I traced her features, including the blue hair that was now plastered to her face.

“Don’t go thinking we’re done, Doll, ” I said and smirked as her eyes grew wide with a touch of horror, just the way I liked it.

Leaning in, I kissed her lips softly, tasting her mouth. Savoring what was mine, what I claimed, and what I would die for to keep.