Page 16 of Kalix

KALIX

The taste of her cum still lingers on my tongue, a taste so sweet that I haven’t stopped salivating since I left her apartment.

It took seven steps to cross the boundary that she placed between us, and no time at all for me to break down every wall of possible reservation she had.

Her mind didn’t know if she should trust me, that much was clear, but fuck, was her body screaming for me to take her in every way possible.

If I was a better man I’d take this as a win and leave her alone, too bad I’m not. Her taste was intoxicating, and it took everything in me to stop eating her.

I walk down the stairs, acting like I’m unaffected by the whole thing, but in reality, it feels like my blood is boiling. I have a raging hard on, and if I thought I was addicted before, I truly am now.

My cock strains against my zipper, begging for its release, and the panties that I stole from her are burning a hole in my pocket. I’m walking away, but I can’t get enough.

As soon as I turn the corner, I pull my phone out and open the app that shows me all of the cameras I’ve put up.

I may have snuck in a few nights ago to put them up while she was asleep, and they’ve been a great resource so I can watch her no matter where I am.

The majority are from the apartment, giving me a clear view of what she’s doing at any given moment.

Once I get to my bike, I leave the cameras up and put my phone onto the mount before riding off.

I need to let her process everything before I come back later.

The need to protect her and make sure that nothing happens to her is overwhelming and has my wanting to find the piece of shit that she started the night with.

As a matter of fact, I should be doing something with that little friend she was with as well. Who would just let someone walk away with a random man? How well did they really know him before just inviting him?

I put that thought away for now, my bike already pushing well beyond the speed limit, the cuts on my knuckles ripping back open as I flex them along the bars of my bike.

If Alex even dares to look at Lainey again, I’ll rip his spine out his fucking mouth and laugh as he gurgles on the blood. He should be on his knees thanking me for saving his pathetic fucking life.

Pulling into the driveway at my house, I storm inside, the adrenaline from the night still coursing through my veins. I’m horny and pissed off, and my little rabbit is biting at her nails and pacing around her kitchen.

Did I come on to her too quickly?

“Fuck!” I shout as I pull my hair at the root.

Did I fuck this all up? Should I not have touched her yet? Did she want me to kill Alex in front of her? Would she have liked that? Should I have fucked her after I ate that sweet pussy of hers?

The internal dialogue roaring in my head is too loud and I turn, driving my fist into the wall once, twice, three times as some of the tension leaves my body.

I rest my forehead above the hole I’ve now put through the drywall and take some breaths before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my pack of smokes.

As the pack comes out, the black pair of panties I took falls with it. My cock jumps to attention at the sight of them.

Perfect. Just the distraction I need.

I pick them up off the floor and walk into my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me.

Ripping open my jeans, I kick them off and let the briefs I wore tonight follow behind.

My cock bobs hard against my stomach, the precum already leaking out of the tip.

I pull a cigarette out of the pack and light it, throwing the carton away from me as I take a moment to myself.

Holding her underwear in my hand, I lift it to my face and inhale deeply, the memory of what happened not even thirty minutes ago reeling in my mind.

My tongue swipes out, licking where her pussy just was, and I groan at the taste.

Not as good as it was fresh, but it’ll have to do.

I pull my T-shirt up and tuck it under my chin as I wrap the cotton material around my cock, my balls pulling up immediately.

This is as close as I’ve gotten thus far to having her cunt wrapped around me.

The thought shoots electricity from my toes all the way up my spine.

The need to devour her, to claim her, to breed her.

Stroking from tip to base again and again, I already know I won’t last long. I’ve been on edge all night and have been hard for longer than that, but my body needs this release as much as my mind.

With a few more pulls, I shudder, filling her panties with my cum.

I watch as my cock flexes with each spurt, my release puddling right where her cunt will rest. I’ll have to return these to her, even if she washes them, the proximity is still there.

She’ll still have to touch this little present from me.

I wring out every last drop before turning to put them on the side table, making sure to not let any of my cum fall before pulling my pants back on, folding her new present neatly and placing it in a ziplock bag.

Time to go visit the little rabbit again.

Lainey did some gardening, so she’s fast asleep when I arrive. I let myself in with the key I made myself. Her attempt to block me out with the chair against the door was cute.

She’s so peaceful like this, her mind is shut off, she’s not worrying about what’s going to happen next.

The murder mystery show she falls asleep to every night is still playing on the television, casting shadows across her delicate features as I sit in the corner, waiting.

Waiting for what, I’m not sure. As much as I’d love to go for round two right now, I don’t want to wake her up that way.

We haven’t had that discussion yet and I’m not about to push any more boundaries in one day.

She doesn’t know I’m here, so, technically speaking, I’m not doing anything wrong, right?

I’m just looking out for her best interest.

I pull out my pack and light another cigarette as I lean back in the chair I brought in here and fold my arms over my chest. I’ll stay here, like I do most nights, until the sun rises, and escape before she wakes.

I’m here and gone without much of a trace. This time, she’ll wake to her homemade present sitting on her bedside, waiting for her to see it. I’m also smoking in her room for the first time, leaving just a little piece of me to remember.

She will be seeing more of me, that’s something she’ll have to come to terms with.

Lainey is already my drug of choice. Now, it’s just making me hers.