Chapter 101: Fragments Of Imagination

The Bathroom, Terrow Heights Apartment Complex, Baltiney, New York...

 Valencia had barely a moment to breathe as Ken Ryker shifted his focus and attention onto her as he pulled her young body closer to his as she matched his kiss with a passionate exchange for passionate exchange. Nothing had ever compared to the sensation of bliss she felt whenever he'd held her in his arms, a powerful grasp if ever she'd known one. The lustful heat that spread through her body was even more intense as his naked form slick from the water from the tub pressed against her hot pink silk nightgown as it rode up her lovely slender thighs exposing her darkened flesh and the depths of her need for him. Ken groaned as he lifted her into the tub splashing a bit of the warm water as she leaned against his chest, losing herself in his heated brand of kisses. He had skillfully managed to hold her against him amid the heated water still splashing a bit onto the bathroom floor as he eased his free hand between her thighs noting the heat and the wetness that always seemed to accompany their make-out sessions.

A sly smirk filed across his handsome face as he slowly eased her out of her now visibly dripping panties tossing them aside and onto the already-soaked bathroom floor to get further contact with her heated sex. He groaned feeling her weight along his thick cock just as he shifted to plunge his questing long experienced fingers inside her sampling her warmth and slickness as he continued to kiss her neck while she pressed her body against his leaning into his kiss and fingers respectively.

Valencia moaned as Ken smirked against her slick skin taking in the very scent of her as he continued to work her body up into a frenzy. She'd always been weak for him, a product of their time together before his infamous accident where she'd been heavily attached to him and the subsequent fact that he'd been the first and only man she'd ever been with.

There had been no one else in her mind nor her young heart and every moment she'd spent with Ryker Kennison no matter what he chose to call himself or her at the time had been worth it to her. His shifting mood swings and border on abusive animosity toward her notwithstanding, she had weathered it all because she had loved him since the first moment he'd fished her out of the plane debris and even more after he had donated his blood to save her life.

When they had pulled back from the intensity of their shared kiss, their mutually dark and lust-filled eyes locked for a few moments as their mutually labored breath got the better of them. Valencia wrapped her arms around Ken's neck noting the dripping of the water from her fingertips and he held her closer still until their foreheads leaned against one another.

"I love you...Mrs. Kennison," said Ken still making it abundantly clear to Valencia that he'd been under the influence of both the drugs and the bombardment of memories of his dead wife.

Valencia had not minded it at all, she was after all the future Mrs. Kennison regardless of her future husband's mindset and settled into the role rather nicely as she found herself slowly being impaled by way of her fiance's bare thick cock. She moaned aloud as she felt him slip inside her right where both of them knew he belonged. His low groan in reaction to the exquisite sensation had given her all the indication that he'd wanted HER no matter what his mind had told him.

Both had been of the mind that the tub was no place for a romp but equally enjoyed the sensation of being joined nonetheless amid the warm bath water. The slow pace of their mutual kisses in the wake of being joined had only intensified their union of sorts. Valencia closed her eyes at the sensation of Ken's wet fingers moving along her belly as he slowly lifted her hot pink night dress over her head letting her pert breast bounce into his view.

Valencia moaned as she felt herself clench around Ken's thick cock while she continued to slowly slide down into his lap following the raising of her body to discard her nightgown. Ken proceeded to kiss along the side of her neck making her gasp as he held on to her amid the warm water of the tub.

"Ryker..." she moaned, he had always loved the way his name rolled off her tongue complete with her thick accent as she slowly began to give in to his efforts to make her forget all about his "misadventure" before arriving back at the apartment.

Of course, even in such an intimate situation, Valencia had known him all too well. She had suspected that he'd stopped off with someone before coming to her apartment but she half expected it to have been the young teen Dean Hudson.

"And did you bother to use a condom when you fucked whatever blonde bitch you got caught up with before coming here?" asked Valencia her dark eyes not only teeming with lust but relative annoyance as she glared at her future husband.

Ken nodded like a dutiful schoolboy as she slowly raised herself off his lap and cock respectively prompting him to reach for her despite the continued splashing of the tub's water. Valencia elected to finish washing him before climbing out of the water and venturing toward the bedroom with Ken trailing behind her, his deep brown eyes no doubt glued to her bare shapely ass as he moved dripping across the floor along with her as they made it barely to the bedroom door before he grabbed her and pulled her into a heated kiss from behind. 

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Valencia's Bedroom, Terrow Heights Apartment Complex, Baltiney, New York...

 It had taken only a moment for Ken to effortlessly catch up to Valencia given his stature in a few strides he'd caught her and lifted her off the floor wrapping his hands along her shapely ass and gripping her forward before slamming her onto the edge of her messy bed. He allowed her to crawl onto her hands and knees before climbing onto the bed behind her wrapping a firm right hand around her bare throat as he maneuvered to rest the head of his pulsing cock against her ass before sliding it right into her slickness making her lunge forward onto her wrists as he closed the distance thrusting forward as he bent her over. Valencia moaned aloud like music to his ears as he gripped her hips with the other hand holding her in place as he pumped his pelvis into her nether cheeks giving way to the long-anticipated reason for her venturing to her apartment. 

"FUCK!" he growled squeezing her throat as she gasped for breath in the wake of his spirited pummeling of her sloppy sex. Ken gasped as well while leaning toward her ear before allowing her to breathe before moving his firm hand down to her swaying breasts. "You think I'd ever let you leave me, Sera?"

Valencia could do little but moan in the wake of his intense thrusts as he growled into her ear. 

"You are mine....this tight pussy is mine, the baby in your belly is MINE!" growled Ken his dark eyes taking on another flicker of malice infused with lust as he kept pumping into the helpless younger woman. "I don't give a fuck about that blonde slut, you belong to ME!"

Valencia bit her bottom lip as she leaned back against Ken's frantic thrusts. 

"Do I Papi?" she asked her accent rolling off her tongue and filling his ears only seemed to intensify his need for her. "Why don't you show Mama just how much you own this dripping hot pussy?"

Ken growled as unceremoniously released her to fall back onto the bed in a bid to focus on his shift in pace and the frequency of his thrusts into the beautiful young woman from behind as Valencia gripped the bedding beneath them moaning loud enough to get passed the walls of the apartment. It had not been anything new as far as those who had lived there had been concerned, Ken and Valencia had something of a sordid reputation among the place when they weren't fighting about something they'd spent a good amount of time screwing, and either way it was a nosy occasion. 

No one had been any the wiser that Ken and Valencia had seemingly been on two different time streams when it came to their less-than-savory hookups. All he could see was Sera when his mind had been gone and knew little to nothing about what he'd done the next day once the fragment of his memory had faded. He still had a fondness for a still very pregnant Valencia, just not to the degree he had for his late wife Sera.