firmly into his prostate.
“Shit!” he roared, arching of the bed. “More, Kenna. Harder—fuck!” he sobbed. “I’m coming!”
He pumped his hips in hard bursts, pushing his cock into my throat, spurting thickly.
“Ohhhhh,” he groaned, collapsing back on the bed.
Gently, I drew out my fingers, and his whole body shuddered.
“I’m going to go wash my hands, babe. When I come back, I want you on your belly, okay?”
All I got was a shaky moan.
“Okay,” I stated quietly before getting up.
I took a decent amount of time washing up. I felt we both needed some quietude even though I was desperate to know what was going through his head. Phil had seemed to enjoy what I did to him, and I had always wanted to try that out. I had to wonder though if perhaps it had been an overload for him.
When I emerged from the bathroom, he had managed to get himself in position. Lying on his belly, his face turned away from me, his body appeared relaxed. It also looked incredibly huge on the equally large bed.
“Phil?”
He raised his head and turned toward me, his long hair covering his face. He blew out his breath, attempting to move it. “Yeah, Baby Girl.”
Laughing, I skipped my way over and bounded onto the bed, whisking his thick curtain of hair off his face. He was grinning, and I couldn’t help but rain soft kisses all over his beloved face. He started laughing, too.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“It was somethin’. That’s for fuckin’ sure.”
“That really doesn’t answer my question.”
“I liked it. It was fuckin’ bizarre, but I have never come like that. It was like it was too much and not enough all at once.”
“Cool.”
“Fuck yeah.”
My hands went to the belt, and I started undoing my handiwork.
“We’re done?” he asked.
“I hope not!” I laughed.
“I mean, with bein’ tied up.”
“It’s enough for me right now,” I replied. “Why? You want to stay like this?”
“I don’t know.”
I got the bonds loose and freed his wrists. When he felt the blood flowing down into his hands and fingertips, he hissed and gave a small yelp.
“You like being restrained,” I stated.
“I think I like it because it’s you,” he replied. His arms flopped to his sides, and he just lay there, not bothering to move.
Plopping my ass on his, I straddled his waist and worked my hands over the muscles in his shoulders, helping the blood flow. He moaned softly in response.
“I want to do sixty-nine for real,” he stated.
“Me, too,” I replied.
“That was so fuckin’ hot. You…fuck, that was raw. I knew you had some freak in you. Don’t ever hide her from me again.”
“I won’t.”
He pushed himself up and rolled, throwing me off of him in the process. I tumbled to the side with a shriek of laughter.
“Is there any weed?” he asked, pulling me on top of him once more.
“Yeah.” I wiggled to get up.
He had trapped me in his arms and seemed rather reluctant to let me go.
“Uh…”
“In a minute,” he stated quietly, his eyes searching my face. “Kenna, I…” Swallowing thickly, he cleared his throat. “I was so scared. I thought I was gonna lose you.”
“I was scared, too,” I confessed. “I had no idea what to expect to come out of your mouth. GianFranco…he seemed really surprised and hurt when I told him you thought he was a monster. He told me that you had been right by his side through all of it, enjoying it. I was expecting you to tell me that you used to go around, beating up random women, or…I don’t know. I don’t think I could’ve accepted that. But what you did do…if those women were consenting, who am I to judge?” I took a deep breath. “He told me a lot of women took a punishment on my behalf, and I wasn’t sure what that meant. He didn’t go into detail. I could only imagine you going around like some sort of vigilante tag team, smacking up women and wishing they were me.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Kenna.”
“I didn’t say it made sense! Actually, in my head, there are still some gaping holes in all of this—not from your side, but his. I asked him what happened between the two of you, and he told me it was a misunderstanding.”
“I don’t see how he could’ve taken it that way. He beat and raped the girl I was seein’, and he left her broken ass for me to find.”
“You know…I think you really should talk to him about