Page 4 of Unhinged Kallie

She squealed as I sat her on the cold metal table. Attacking her mouth, I swallowed the squeak she made down like a fucking dessert, but I needed to hear her scream. I pulled her to the edge and stepped between her legs. The passive girl, denying her dark desires, was gone, and in her wake was the woman I knew she was meant to be. I grabbed the edge of the table, muscles straining as I held back. She needed to beg first.

“I want to paint you red,” I said, laying my thumbs and part of my palm down into the drain with Travis’s blood.

The curl that graced her lips could rival any demon. I groaned as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. “I’m yours. Do what you want.”

“Fuck, you drive me insane, Sunshine. If I believed in God, I’d say you were sent from heaven.”

“Maybe I was sent, but it wasn’t God that sent me.” She smirked, and my already racing heart pounded harder.

Red droplets dripped onto the metal table as I lifted my hands, sprinkling down on her like a rain shower hitting her skin. The red looked exquisite against the pale color of her flesh, sliding down like a piece of abstract art. There was nothing more beautiful than my Sunshine covered in blood. The slickness of it between our bodies as I fucked her was addicting on every level. The metallic taste of her blood on my tongue was better than any meal.

My hands created art on her skin with the blood as I nibbled her neck, making my Sunshine moan. Drawing wet lines with my tongue from her collarbone to her ear, she wiggled closer, silently begging me to fuck her. The table was the perfect height for me to feel the heat of her pussy, and my well-crafted control slipped a little.

“Get undressed and fuck me,” Kirby growled. Grabbing my wrist, she put my hand between her legs, my thumb traveling up the small piece of fabric she claimed was underwear. I hated that she wore such desirable undergarments for any reason other than for me, but it was all she had, and she refused to buy something else. Between the triangle piece of lace or nothing, I chose lace and to kill any man that looked at her in a way I didn’t like. My first choice of locking her in the house had earned me a glare which I fucked off of her face but conceded to her wish.

The pretty, purple fabric was soaking wet, and Sunshine moaned loudly, pressing harder into my hand as my thumb rubbed in circles. “Yes, oh Cain, yes.”

“Beg for me, Sunshine.”

“Please fuck me, Cain,” she said, her voice seductive and feathery. “Please, I’m begging you, I have to have you.” Kirby pouted, her eyes locking with mine while she wiggled around on the table.

My body was hot, and the blood coursing through my veins made it difficult to think about anything other than my Sunshine and the feel of her heat gripping me as I pushed my cock into her. She was made for me. The needy look on her face and continuous whimpers as if she were in pain made me shiver.

My aching cock pressed against the fly of my jeans, demanding to be set free. She was the only thing in this world that affected me this way. All my other passions paled in comparison to my Sunshine.

“Please, Cain, I need you.”

“Then undo my jeans,” I said, watching her shaking hands reach for my belt. The moment my zipper came down, I groaned like an animal as her hand slipped inside and wrapped around my aching shaft. Kirby’s grip tightened like she was my personal cock ring, and the throbbing desire got worse until my cock head felt like it was going to explode.

I liked to see how long I could withstand it before I had to have her, and with each passing second, my ability to be gentle slipped a fraction more. My body shook with the delicious pain.

“Fuck me, Cain,” Kirby purred against my neck. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you now.” She kissed my neck, and I could feel the soft scraping of her teeth.

“You’re being a bad girl, Sunshine,” I said, shivering.

“Am I,” she said in a sweet singsong manner.

“You know what you’re doing to me.” Gripping her face, I squeezed her cheeks, but she didn’t try to escape. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body throbbing. I could feel it in my fingers and toes. I could feel it in my throat, and even my heart pounded in time to the aching need between my legs. “Fuck.”

“Fuck me. I need you.”

I stepped away from the table until Kirby’s hand slipped from my jeans and growled as my cock jerked. It was sheer willpower that forced the orgasm back down into my balls, and a pout formed on her perfect lips.

“Take your underwear off.”

Laying back, she lifted her hips, and within seconds the purple thong was off. Before she could toss the underwear, I snatched it from her hand.

Turning them inside out, I stared into Sunshine’s eyes as I slowly drew the material down my tongue. I did it again and again until her sweet taste filled my mouth. Then I brought the garment to my nose, breathing in and letting her scent fill me.

“I love it when you do that,” Kirby said. “Makes me want to masturbate in the car before I get out and give them to you so I can watch you do that.”

“You better fucking not,” I growled. Pushing her knees open wide as I dove between her legs, making her cry out. “All your orgasms are mine. You never have one without me, do you understand?”

Kirby wailed as my tongue swirled around her clit and dove deep into her folds. My nose pressed tight against her wet pussy, and if I could, I would bottle that fucking scent.

“Yes,” she yelled, her orgasm closing in.

“Do you touch yourself at work?”