Addicted In Cold Blood (52 page)

“I love eating your pussy, baby. It tastes so damn good...”

He worked her over, harder and harder, until it was time to show her bud the love and attention it truly deserved. Her fists gripped the sheets as if her life depended on it while her hips rose and fell as she pushed against his mouth. Her moans got so loud, they almost drowned the smooth jazz playing in the background, and he relished each and every sound that dripped from her lips. He rubbed her moistened entrance with his thumb as he continued to lightly lick and suck her clit. Soon, he pushed his thumb fully inside of her.

“Mmmm, Xzion, that feels so good!” she cried.

“I love licking you all over...”

Her thighs tightened as he held them open, fighting with the woman’s resolve. Her voice cracked, her head dug deep down into the softness of white pillow, spirals of hair contrasting against the snowy scene. She was so close, and he wanted, needed, to taste her waterfall so badly...

“Cum in my mouth,” he ordered, needing her nectar deep inside of him. “Cum for me, let me taste it, baby...my new bride...”

And his wish was her command. He braced himself as Jayme twisted her body and held steady while he pumped his tongue in and out of her and sucked hard on her clit.

“That’s right, sweetie,” he urged, “Let me taste that honey...that sweet honey filling up my mouth. Oh, it tastes so good! Mmmm...”

She filled his mouth with her juice, then he dropped lower between her legs to lick the trailing moistness that dared escape.

“Ahhh...Ahhhh!”

She quaked in his arms, the softness of her ass bumping against his wrists as he snuggled closer between her legs. Then, he was suddenly thrown off guard when she ushered him onto his back and covered his body with hers to kiss down his chest.

“Mmmm, baby...” He ran his fingers through her hair as she continued to travel south.

“I want to suck your dick,” she murmured tantalizingly as she continued to kiss down his body, her plush lips brushing softly against his flesh.

“Mmmm, yeah...and I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, baby. Rub your clit while you do it.” He rose against the headboard and gripped her hair as she took hold of his shaft and licked from his balls up to the tender, large head. Soon, she was sucking him with all of her might, both hands wrapped tightly around his girth as he pumped inside of her mouth, matching her tempo.

“Awwww, yes, baby!” His eyes rolled back as he pulled her hair harder. “Your mouth looks so beautiful when you suck my dick like that! Uhhh!”

She gripped him tighter, his cock popping out of her mouth. The beautiful sight made his balls constrict and he couldn’t help but notice the glistening pussy juice trails streaming down her legs as she got off on his arousal.

Mmmm, she is so hot, so excited. Oh God, her mouth on my dick feels so fucking good...mmmm....

“Mmmm, you suck it so good baby!” He bumped harder and faster into her mouth, his body jerking as she took control over his cock—her warm tongue circling it before she enclosed it once again, framing the fleshy rod with her wet lips. “Ahhhh....shit!” Gently pulling out of her mouth, he pulled her up until her rounded ass hovered over his lips.

Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue up inside of her, making her yell out and swing her hips wantonly over his face.

“Ahhh! Oh shit! You’re eating my pussy so good!”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her so far down, he had barely enough room to breathe. In an unexpected move, she grabbed his cock again and went balls deep, making him scream as he struggled to maintain his composure during the inverted sixty-nine position. Once he relaxed enough to continue, he went at her with full gusto until he felt her rain down, leaking her beautiful liquid in his mouth and moistening his lips. His hard cock fell out of her mouth and she looked at him from over her shoulder, grinning—all knowing.

“I need you, baby...put your pussy on my dick.”

Swinging around to face him, she gripped the base of his cock and pushed him half way inside. She winced as he widened her, opening her, readying her. He caressed her hip and guided his cock to her entrance, pushing all the way in. She shuddered and groaned.

“Ohhh! Ohhhh,”

He pushed up, sure, hard and steady. Leaning over him, she curved her palms on his shoulders, her breasts dangling over him. With each lunge, he licked her approaching tit, drawing more sighs. Sitting up straight, she allowed him to penetrate upward like a thick arrow, piercing inside of her with his strong sword. In moments, she fell to pieces above him, slippery...his dick coated in layers of her essence.

“So fucking wet, your pussy....shit! You aren’t going anywhere, do you hear me?” It just came out...he was possessive over the shit, and though he was surprised at his own words, he meant every single syllable.

“Yes! I belong to you, baby...” She smiled and took his cock back inside her. “And you belong to me,” she added.

“I do...I’m not going fuckin’ nowhere.” He reached upward and caressed her breasts, their bodies continuously in motion.

“Uhh! Uhhh!”

He lunged with determination, his jabs now short and hard as he neared orgasm. His body grew even hotter as she rotated her hips, making him go crazy. That was it...he’d had enough. He flipped her onto her side, pinned her down with his body, and re-entered her from behind, forcing her body to accept each piercing plunge. 

“Uhhh!Uhhh!Uhhh!” he yelled with each thrust, showering her cheek with kisses and moving like a runaway horse inside of her.

“Oh God, Xzion!” She fisted the sheets, her pussy drenched and pouring out onto him.

The bed bounced and squeaked with each motion. Lifting herself slightly, bringing his forehead against her head, he didn’t let up. She felt so good; he knew it was only moments away when he’d explode inside of her. Flashes of kissing her after their vows raced through his mind. He quickly pulled out of her, turned her on her back, and raised her legs over his chest, her feet dangling over his shoulder. Then, he pushed his cock back inside of her, making her sigh in submission. Bending down over her, he started to pound. Wanting to be sure he didn’t hurt her or the baby, he braced himself, not going as hard as he wanted to...

After you have our baby, it’s on, Jayme.I’m going to fuck you harder than concrete...

Smiling inwardly, he moved in rhythm, loving the sensations and the continuous moans coming from her mouth.

“Cum for me baby,” she asked weakly as he ravished her body. “I want to see it...want to feel it.”

Sweat beaded down the side of his face, cooling his over-heated temple. He felt as if he may explode.

Baby...I can’t hold it back anymore anyway...

She looked at him seductively, popping her ring finger in her mouth. The diamonds from her wedding band glowed in the candlelight. That took him over the edge. Pressing his body firmly into hers, he jerked harshly, groaning, his calf muscles tightening as her sugar water made his dick get drunk. He overdosed on her sweet pussy, feeling weak all over, but too strung out to give a damn.

“Uhhh! Uhhh! Fuuuuck! Baby, goddamn it!” His body shook, his muscles jumping and twitching.

“Shiiiit!” she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, twisting and tangling in the sheets.

Aftershock orgasm...Lovin’ it...Look at this shit...so damn sexy...

He sat up wearily on his elbow, watching her...refusing to blink, laughing inside as her back arched. Once she settled, she slapped his back playfully.

“I saw you laughing.” She giggled. “Whoa, that was so good...” He lay close to her and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

“I didn’t laugh, I smiled. That was beautiful, baby.”

They were silent for a while, enjoying each other a bit longer while the music continued to play and their bodies double-dog dared them to part ways.

“Well, you...”

“I’m ready to go again.” He chuckled. “But this time, let’s do it with no music...I just want to hear you moan, I have so many plans for you tonight. I hope you ate your Wheaties, Officer Khrome.” He traced the side of her breast with his finger.

“Oh, I can hang, don’t get twisted...”

“The only thing I want to twist is your hips as I ride you into the sunset.”

“Twist ’nd shout?”

“Cum on, cum on, baby now...let’s work it on out.”

They both laughed as he opened her legs far apart, and slid inside of her, falling apart as he pumped deep within. Her wet, sweaty body felt like a blanket against his now cold skin. He was at peace, total rest.

She was his addiction and his cure—a catch-22 that he’d accepted. He did feel more possessive of her since the nuptials, as if that were even possible. He admitted it to himself as he continued to make love to her, turned on by the fact that his baby was growing inside of her and loving that she was his...
all
his. He’d lost his mind over her, and his body told him to fuck off, if he dared tried to go to rehab for the situation. His cock was strung out, hard and stiff every morning for her, and no one else. Despite the many differences, Zarkstormians took marriage seriously, and Xzion was no different. In fact, he was serious as a heart attack, since he wasn’t married for convenience or rules.

He was married to the woman because he was so deeply in love with her, that it was the only thing left to do. Any other move would have been illogical, and there was no other explanation for it. His body, mind and heart needed to be joined with hers, and his wish was fulfilled. The lovemaking sealed their fate as they reached an even higher pinnacle than he never imagined possible.

She completed him. He was whole. They were one...

Forever.

Two Months Later...

“It’s alright.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, his wrist burning from the manic pushing, hours before. Finally, Dr. Iszox had responded. Xzion realized it was approximately three in the morning on his planet, though it was four in the afternoon on Earth. Jayme had come home early, for once pleased that she’d been chained to a desk, under a mountain of boring paperwork. She reported to him that she suddenly felt a sharp pain, which led to another, debilitating her to the point where she could barely breathe, let alone call out for help. Two officers immediately offered to take her to the hospital, but she insisted on being driven home. She told Xzion the entire story, more than once, seemingly trying to calm herself as each contraction rolled in without consideration that the last had not subsided.  Xzion picked up the lukewarm glass of water from the nightstand, tilted it toward her lips and urged her to sip.

“Good, baby...that’s good.” He sat it back down. “Keep breathing, I’m right here with you. Everything will be fine,” he assured. He found himself surprisingly calm, just like his old self, before the love intoxication. He smiled to himself at the notion. In any case, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He needed this peaceful reserve, this withdraw from amped emotions, at least for the time being. He was her coach—he needed to keep a level head and though she wasn’t screaming and falling to pieces, he could see on her face she was in a world of hurt.

“It’s...burning.” She looked at him helplessly as he held her hand.

“The baby is dropping; you’re stretching, making more room,” he explained.

Come on, come on, Dr. Iszox...

Soon, the doctor and a male nurse arrived at the door. Like a flash, Xzion was up, letting them inside and ushering them into the bedroom where Jayme lay covered in perspiration, her body partially wrapped in the wild, messy sheets. Her screaming had sent shivers up his spine moments earlier. Things had surely escalated.

He was relieved Aton wasn’t there. Though he’d tried to forgive the man, it was damn near insurmountable. Aton wasn’t sorry, so it made things impossible.

“Okay, Ms. Knight, excuse me, Mrs. Khrome,” Dr. Iszox corrected himself. “First, let’s get you better positioned here on the bed. Then, I am going to check how dilated you are, okay?”

He gave a faint smile; Jayme nodded as the nurse helped her change positions, elevating her back slowly upward with an additional pillow. A few minutes later, he removed his gloved hand and looked at her, then up at Xzion.

“Well, she is fully dilated. Looks like I got here just in time.”

*
***

Jayme gasped in astonishment. Everything was moving so quickly.

“I didn’t know... the baby’s head was that low...” she eked out.

It was too late for an epidural or IV to be administered. Xzion held her hand, uncaring how hard she squeezed. He rubbed her back, comforting her as the doctor coached her to push, rest, then push once again.

“Give me one more,” Dr. Iszox instructed and Jayme did just that, with all of her might. She screamed out, grunted, her face angry and determined, and soon, there the newborn was—out, crying, wailing, donning a head full of jet black hair.

Xzion felt as if he’d been hit with a brick. His head throbbed, but his chest did, too, overcome as he was. The emotion was too much, grinding him down into bits. Dr. Iszox glanced over at him and quickly instructed the nurse to hand him the water he’d set there for Jayme. Xzion cupped the glass and tilted it slowly until she’d drank every drop. He watched behind hooded eyes as his newborn son was quickly examined. Finally, he needed to see the miracle for himself. He fought past the pain in his chest and leaned forward when the baby was handed to Jayme to hold.