Free Kayden: The Past by Chelle Bliss Page A

folds.  She was wet and ready and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
    “Turn around,” I said, using my hands to help her turn her body. She complied and didn’t speak a word in protest.  I could see her face in the mirror above the sink as she positioned her body resting her weight on the sink. Her eyes looked slightly glassy from the coke she did early, and the look of anticipation on her face was clearly visible.
    I unbuttoned my pants and the sound of my zipper, Candy’s breathing, and the bass from the club music were the only audible noises in the room. I stroked my cock, pumping it, making sure it would be rock solid when I thrust inside her. I pulled the condom out of my pocket that I had waiting ever since Candy said yes to me. I opened it quickly, throwing the wrapper on the floor before rolling it over my cock. With my free hand, I trailed my fingertips down Candy’s back causing her skin to break out in goose bumps.
    With my cock still in my hand, I placed it against her opening rubbing the tip against her wetness. It slid in easily as I moved my hand away from my shaft allowing my cock to glide all the way inside. She moaned from the fullness, and I exhaled from the relief I felt being deep inside her. I gripped her hips with my hands and pumped in and out of her quickly. I dug my fingers into her skin, and her head went limp, falling forward. Her body bounced away from me every time my cock was fully seated inside her. I reached up with my right hand and gripped her hair, pulling her head back and stopping her body from moving away from my thrusts. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing from the motion, and her nipples were tight pink buds against her beautiful pale skin.
    Her voluptuous ass stopped me from being buried as deep as I possibly could. I slowed my pace and stopped with my cock inside her. I used my shoe to pull her shorts down to the floor. “Step out of them, Candy,” I said to her as I held my foot against the cloth. She moved her legs one at a time and kept her body against the sink to help her balance on her stiletto heels. “Place your knee up on the sink. I want to be buried balls deep, baby,” I said in her ear.
    She placed her knee on the white porcelain ledge, spreading her legs wider. I gripped her foot and began to move faster, chasing the release I wanted and needed at this point. The high from the cocaine was fading, and I didn’t have time to waste. I heard cracking but didn’t pay any attention as I thrust inside her. I watched her facial expressions, the ecstasy noticeable – her open mouth and eyes rolled back into her head.
    Our bodies fell to the floor with a thud and the sound of shattering pottery. The sink had detached from the wall and laid in pieces around us, but my cock never left her body. Her hands and knees were firmly planted on the wet floor as I continued my pursuit. She moaned louder, neither one of us wanted to stop – no matter how messy our surroundings now were. I thrust harder and deeper than I had before moving with determination. My balls grew tight, and the muscles in my body grew rigid as a tingling sensation ran down my spine landing straight in my cock. The orgasm was amplified from the drugs and liquor in my body, helping to dull the usual bland orgasm caused by a condom. My movement slowed, and I opened my eyes trying to catch my breath. The room was a disaster. Candy’s shorts were in a puddle, white shards filled the floor in varying sizes, and water was everywhere, and in some places, it was tinted pink from the blood that had escaped from our skin during impact. In front of me was Candy still on all fours and not moving.
    “Sorry about that, Candy,” I said as I pulled out of her. “Are you okay?” I grabbed the condom and ripped it off my skin, it was suffocating at times to wear.
    “Fuck yes! That was the craziest damn thing ever, but you didn’t miss a beat,” she said as she started to move.
    I stood up, zipping up my