by Lana Hartley
“You’re going to eat my pussy until I come, screaming your name.”
I smile at her and kiss her lips gently.
“Good girl.”
I roll onto my back next to her and pull her body on top of mine.
“Turn around and let me taste you.”
She does exactly as she’s told with a smile on her face. Straddling my chest, she puts her hands down on the bed and backs her hips up until her pussy hovers just above my mouth. I sink my fingers into her ass cheeks and pull her body down until she is sitting completely on my mouth. First, I move my closed lips up and down the inside of her thighs. Slowly, I enjoy the taste and scent of her filling my senses. Carrie squirms on my face impatiently until I give her ass another little slap and hold her in place. When my tongue moves across her lips and dips inside her for just a second, her legs tense and she lets out a little gasp. Her thighs press against my cheeks a little tighter. When I circle my tongue around her clit, her entire body shivers. I begin to rhythmically suck and flick my tongue over her clit, using my grip on her hips to rock her body back and forth against my face.
Carrie begins to take up the pace I started with her hips, riding my face in time with my tongue. I let go of her with one hand and slip my thumb inside her pussy, swirling it against her walls. She moans harder and I can hear in her voice that she is getting into it. Her thighs start to squeeze against my head so hard I can’t hear anything except the blood rushing in my ears. I spread some of her slick pussy juices over her asshole and tease it with one finger until it slips inside. Using my fingers to fuck her asshole and her pussy at the same time, I suck her clit hard and flick it with my tongue as fast as I can. Her movements become more chaotic, and she begins to scream so loud I can hear it even with her legs clamped over my ears. The only thing I can hear as she drenches me in her cum is her voice screaming my name. When her trembling stops and her body collapses limp against me, I let her bask in the pleasure for a moment, her breath cooling my skin.
When her fingers start to stroke my body and playfully swirl around my cock, I roll her to the side and get off of the bed, standing on the plush carpet.
“Come over here and show me how much your cock sucking skills are improving.”
Carrie
I reach my hand down and lightly touch his cock. He takes a deep breath and I can tell he’s going crazy. He wants more. I wrap my hand around him and lightly start to move my hand up and down his shaft.
I drop to my knees in front of him. His cock is huge. I grab it in my right hand and open my mouth all the way. I put my mouth around the tip of his cock. I suck it just a little while I move my hand up and down the length of him.
“Fuck that feels so good,” he says.
I take him farther into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I gag just a little; my gag reflexes are almost non-existent and being able to suck Jeremy’s cock is too exciting to be ruined by a little gag reflex.
He moans louder and grabs my hair, fisting a handful and guiding me. I love when he takes charge like this when I’m sucking his cock. When I take a breather, I begin to lick around the head of his cock and then down his shaft, slowly.
I want to drive him crazy in any moment that I am in charge of what’s happening. When he’s in charge, he can do whatever and I love it. When I am, I want to build up his release and make him come harder than he’s ever come in his life. I want him to fuck every one of my holes.
“You’re driving me wild, Carrie,” Jeremy growls.
I look up at him and meet his eye. I can tell by how Jeremy is looking at me that he is on the precipice of pleasure, but he’s not forcing my hand, which means right now I’m in control. I begin to twist my hand around his cock. And he moans louder. I can tell he’s really enjoying himself and I love that he’s letting me do this for him.
Of course, he can’t resist taking control entirely. Jeremy grabs my hair and moves my head along his shaft. He makes me take him all the way into my mouth, his cock deep in my throat. Neither one of us can resist and I swallow him up, desperate to taste him. But then he pops his cock out of my mouth.
“Stand up,” Jeremy says, a playful grin spreading across his sensual face.
I scoot back and stand up. He takes a step toward me and his fingers find my clit where he begins to massage it in fast circles. The continuous motion feels so amazing and I swear I’m about to come. But he stops. I’m not the only person who can tease, I see.
“I want you to ride me with that perfect tight pussy of yours,” Jeremy says.
“Okay,” I say and suck in a breath.
He lies down on the bed and I instantly move to straddle him. I reach below and grab his cock, holding it up to meet my pussy and lining it up with my folds.
“Carrie, your sweet pussy is so wet,” Jeremy growls.
“Mmhmm,” I moan and lower myself onto him. My pussy is wrapping tightly around him. He lets out a loud growl as I squeeze even tighter around him.
I sit up straight and start rocking my hips back and forth. Jeremy grabs onto my hips and helps rock me back and forth in a faster motion.
“You’re so fucking wet and tight,” Jeremy murmurs, still holding me. I love that he loves me riding his cock like this.
I begin bouncing up and down as I rock my hips. I can feel him sliding in and out of me while my clit is grinding into him. I’m getting closer. My moans grow louder until my voice is a scream. His hands slide up my body possessively to my tits. He grabs them and starts pinching my nipples. The sensation travels through my body and makes my clit twitch.
“Do you want to come for me?” he asks.
I look down at him and into his gorgeous green eyes. I nod my head, it’s the best I can do when I’m so focused on coming. He puts his thumb up to my clit and begins circling it fast, around and around.
“Come for me,” he says.
And as I pick up the speed, I feel myself tipping over the edge. I move my hands to his chest and grip him to hold myself up just as my orgasm begins. “I’m coming,” I call out.
“Yes, come for me,” he says.
When I’m done, I open my eyes and look at him.
“Get on your back,” he says.
I don’t waste any time and roll onto my back; my legs are still spread open. He presses his mouth to my folds, sliding his tongue up and down, all around, tasting and ravaging every inch of me until I want to cry out for more...except then he just gives me more, and more.
And oh my god, I’m coming so hard right into his perfect mouth.
He sits up, his face glistening with my cum.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Jeremy growls, rubbing his cock on my pussy’s folds.
He shoves his cock inside of my pussy without warning.
“Uh!” I cry out. His cock fills my pussy. I love the way it feels inside of me. It’s so hard and thick and he really knows how to fuck me. He goes slow at first, making me feel every single inch of him. There’s something so sexy about how he’s fucking me.
He starts fucking me harder and harder. I can feel him going deeper inside of me.
“Oh fuck!” I call out.
“You like it when I fuck your tight little pussy?” he asks.
I nod my head. “Mmhmm!”
I grab onto my tits and start squeezing my nipples. I know I can come another time. I feel myself getting closer. He’s so good at what he’s doing and it’s driving me wild.
His hard cock is sliding in and out of me. He pauses and I help him as he picks up both of my legs, crosses them and places them on one shoulder. Then he sticks his cock onto my tight pussy and presses just a little. I can tell it’s going to be hard for him to get in. He’s so thick and right now I’m really tight.
He presses a little more and then a little more and I can feel him begin to enter me. It’s slow because it’s too tight, but it’s driving me crazy.
“Fuck you are so tight,” he says.
“You’re so fucking huge,” I say,
breathlessly.
He’s fully inside of me. My pussy walls are gripped around him, squeezing him, not letting him go. I want to feel him fuck me harder. I want him deeper inside of me. I want him to make me scream.
“Mmm,” I say as he begins to pick up speed. He’s holding onto my ankles so they don’t move so much. The feeling of how big he is shoved into my little hole is overwhelming. He’s so deep inside of me and I’m loving every inch of him.
Suddenly he stops and pulls out of me.
“Bend over,” he says. “I want to fuck you from behind.”
I bite my lip and do what he asks. Rolling over and then getting onto all fours. I feel his hand slap my ass. It’s loud and it hurts but it feels good at the same time. Then I feel him slide a finger inside of me. I moan softly. He slides it in and out of me slowly. Just as I’m getting used to it and really starting to enjoy it, he pulls his finger out of me and slides his cock inside of me. He doesn’t waste any time going slowly. He goes at a rapid pace, causing me to yell out.
He pushes my head down so it’s touching the bed and my ass and pussy are pointed up toward him. He starts fucking me harder and it hurts some because he’s so deep inside of me. I have to hold my breath. But it feels fucking awesome.
“Fuck that feels so good,” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I moan and bite my lip again.
I feel his hand make contact with my ass again. And then he squeezes it, allowing his nails to dig into my ass just a little.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he says. He keeps fucking me, harder and harder, and spanking me.
“I love it when you spank me,” I say. I want him to know how kinky I can get. I love rough sex like this. He leans down and grabs my hair yanking me up.
“What?” he asks.
“I said, I love when you spank me.” SLAP! The sound of his hand hitting my ass fills my ears and makes me shiver with raw need. I swear I heard it before it even happened, and I trembled with need.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He spanks me again and I notice he isn’t pumping his cock in and out of me anymore.
“Come for me again, Carrie” Jeremy says with a groan. He still has a hold of my hair, which he yanks back.
“Fuck, yes” I say, moaning. I’m so turned on by him telling me to come. I know I already came plenty, but I want to come again…and I know that I can and I will. Jeremy knows my body better than I know it myself and he can tear any amount of pleasure from me that he wants.
He holds onto my hair as he begins to fuck my pussy from behind. I feel his other hand on my ass. He’s spanking me. One is hard, one is soft. He keeps this pattern going while my head is pulled back. With my head pressed down, I can smell his scent on the sheets and I’m so close to coming again.
Jeremy lets go of my hair. He stands up and I look back at him. He motions for me to stand with him. As soon as I’m standing on my feet, I’m off the ground. Jeremy has picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I feel him begin to enter me once more.
He starts bouncing me up and down, fucking my pussy hard. I love that Jeremy is holding me up like this while he fucks me. He picks up speed and starts going faster and faster. The sensations are overwhelming, because he’s deep inside of me and I can feel every single inch of him, pounding into me. It makes my legs almost numb with desire and I want to fall over at this point, but I know he has me. In fact, I feel his balls load up against my ass, his cock twitch, and Jeremy is shooting hot jets of cum into me, which only makes my pussy grip him tighter.
I reach down and scoop some of his cum up and onto my lips, tasting him. I stand, turning towards Jeremy who stands next to me.
Finding my footing despite the fact that he’s turning my feet to jelly, I circle my hands behind Jeremy’s neck and press my cum-coated lips against his. We sink into a deep kiss with our tongues dancing together and worshipping each other, tasting us on each other and reveling in our shared lust and the salty, delicious creaminess of our passion.
The whole world seems to fade away around us and it is just the two of us, Jeremy and me. I want nothing more than to taste him, touch him, feel him. My legs lean against Jeremy and I don’t need to hold myself up, because he’s holding me up. I want to be in Jeremy’s arms forever.
Carrie
I am, at this point, head over heels in love with Jeremy, I can say this for sure. He brings up emotions in me that make it hard to ignore. He is a deep and intense person and I might equate those qualities within myself also. My life with Jeremy has changed me drastically and while I can't say I'm on board with the fact that he's a serial killer, I'm not exactly against it and that frightens me. I should be afraid of him and I should be afraid of the dark feelings that are arising in me. Instead, I feel a warm kind of pleasure when I think about it and I'm really starting to wonder what that says about me.
He is a murderer and that fact that I have reconciled myself to that and that I even possibly enjoy it has me concerned that I might have those criminal impulses also.
I'm sitting in my beautiful room, thinking about everything, remembering the feel of Jeremy's hands all over my body, and the sensation of his hot breath against my skin. I could never give that up, not now. I fear I'm in so deep with this thing that I'll struggle for breath. I'll never find freedom again and yet the idea of that makes me swim with desire. I want to be his prisoner forever. I want him to put me on lock down and for me to never be able to leave his sight. If only his gaze could be upon me at every moment, then I could feel this hot rush of anticipation at every moment also. I am becoming so entrenched in this man that I have completely forgotten myself...or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe I am starting to find my true self at last.
The news is playing on the screen in my room. I'm constantly staying attuned to it so I can see what they uncover and if I'm close to being found. I've had it on mute but I turn the volume up as soon as I realize they are arresting Robin, the violent boy from my school who was expelled last year and who Jeremy's had framed for his crimes. Robin is in cuffs and they're leading him away, probably for the rest of his life, and I feel upset by it. They have a lot of evidence against him and he will likely go down for this. How could Jeremy condemn someone that's innocent to a torturous life? He's not that sinister, is he?
I decide that I need to confront Jeremy about this. I doll myself up a little and roam around the massive house to search for him. I finally find him in the study, or rather the library as it hosts two floors of rare and vintage books, along with the new age classics.
"Jeremy? Are you busy?"
"Not at all. Never too busy for you." He glances up at me from his paper.
"Have you heard the news? They've got that guy Robin pegged pretty good for the crime, for killing my classmates."
"And...?"
"And, I want to know how you could do it. How could you do a thing that would hurt somebody for so long? I thought your whole tagline is 'pain-free death’. And now you're willing to hurt this kid forever?"
He puts down his paper and looks at me carefully before asking, "Do you know what that 'kid' Robin was expelled for?"
"No," I say feeling uneasy now like maybe I shouldn't have broached the subject. "Why?"
"He is an elitist prick that will never accomplish anything on his own, known for his parent's money. He got into a drunk driving accident that killed two people, including a teacher's daughter. Were you aware of that?"
"No," I whisper as I shift between feet. "Still," I say finding my voice again. "That doesn't give you the right—"
He cuts me off. "Guess what his punishment was? Twelve hours of community service and expulsion. That was it."
"So he got off easy. What's the point?"
He shows me a file full of medical records. I take a seat across from his desk and sort through the information.
"They're all girls," Jeremy shows me. "Girlfriends of this Rob guy, And they're all dead. Do you think they were accid
ents? All of them?"
"I guess not. I mean, that is weird. So you're saying..."
"I'm saying his last girlfriend was admitted to the hospital on account of falling down the stairs. She has suffered permanent brain damage."
"Oh God." I am horrified by what I've just learned. "So this guy, he's a bad guy," I say almost to myself.
"Yes Carrie, you could say he's a very bad guy."
I feel Jeremy's imposing eyes taking in my expression, my body, my every move. Everything about him and even this moment turns me on as I've come to realize that Jeremy is like a modern day Robin Hood. He catches the bad guys, the criminals, the bullies. He punishes people who deserve it and for some reason that makes his mission more noble. He inches closer to me and traces his finger along my collarbone.
"Now," he says in that deep voice that melts me like butter. "Do you want to leave? Will you call the police and turn me in?"
"No," I say almost immediately and I catch his gaze and it draws me in and I get ready to hang on for dear life. This man has me in his snare and the problem is that I don't want to escape...not ever.
Jeremy
The fact that Carrie confronted me over the person I framed for the mass murder, well, that has me shaken. I've never been interrogated like that before to such a point that I felt I had to answer. I could never lie to her and I told her the truth...about everything. She has the power to turn me in and to ruin my life, but that's not what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid that what I've done has scarred her innocent heart to such a degree that I'm past forgiveness. What if I lose her over this? What if my motives and dark desires are just too much for her to handle. I would be crushed, wounded beyond all repair. But I can't change who I am. I just have to trust that if Carrie and I are meant to be, then it will happen.
This emotion of fear is entirely new to me and it has me shaken. Normally I am so in control, so meticulous about everything. I have never cared what people think of me, good or bad. I had my life planned and I was in the driver's seat. I was not expecting this. I didn't plan for this. Carrie has penetrated my soul in such a way that she has me questioning myself which I never do. Normally I am so reserved and stoic, considering my surroundings at all times. Why has she pierced me to such a degree? Why have I let her make me come undone like this? Fear is not something I'm used to feeling and I'm not sure I like it. It's uncomfortable knowing my future hangs in the balance of another person's inclinations. I know I couldn’t care less what happens to me, only that I might be without her. If I ever lost her that would be the end of me. I might as well end myself right there. She is the only person I have ever known who truly understands me. And to face her rejection would be my undoing. This new territory I'm in has me doubting and questioning everything but one thing I'm sure of, one thing I could never doubt, is that this is all happening because I love her, I actually care about someone outside of myself, and she's exquisite. If I were to ever end my life over somebody it might as well be her. She's the most precious commodity I have ever had. She would be worth losing it all over. She would even be worth the pain of being separated from her because at least I had the opportunity to know her, if only for a brief moment in time. It has all been worth it. No matter which way the pendulum swings, I will never regret my time with her. And I will always love her even if it means my ruin. I'm obsessed, infatuated, in love. It has me practically on my knees, begging life to deliver this perfect girl on a silver platter. I want to have her now and for all time. It's hard for me to give her space to make a decision, but once she does my fate will be sealed and I'm trying to prepare myself for that moment.