Page 54 of Lady Killer

We would have a lifetime together. I was in no hurry.

Swiping again, I took her juices and used them to lube my cock.

Once I was certain we were both good and slick, I pressed myself in between her legs, groaning as the head of my cock slid between her sensitive folds.

“Everest, I said—‍” Her voice pitched high even as she ground into me.

“Trust, darling,” I said as my head slid past her opening, rubbing against her sensitive clit.

“Oh—Ohhhh,” she moaned as I continued to work my length up and down her dripping-wet cunt, dry, well, wet fucking her like a teenager.

I didn’t care.

Even just like this, she felt perfect—warm, soft, mine—and the scent of her, sweet yet sharp, made my mouth water.

The insides of her thighs started to tremble around me, and I knew she was close.

And fuck me, I wanted to see her come more than anything.

Reaching around, I circled her clit again.

Alister may have been the first of us to touch her, to tease her, but I would be the first to take her pleasure, and no one could take that from me.

Dead or alive.

I thrust against her harder, chasing my own release, now working her furiously. “That’s it, Starbright, give it to me. Give me everything.”

Luz threw her hair back over her shoulders, her mouth opening to release a silent scream as she shattered before my eyes.

Fuck me, she was stunning.

She collapsed on top of the desk, and I pulled out, stroking myself a last couple of times to completion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I exploded all over her ass.

My release flowed down between her cheeks and cunt, making a mess between her thighs and running onto Locke’s black-lacquered table.

Beautiful.

Blood may have been my preferred medium, but I could work just fine with this.

“Ever.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, and I looked up to find her looking over her shoulder, flushed and satiated.

“Yes, darling,” I said with a wink as I tucked myself into my pants.

She let out an adorable snort. “You never listen, do you?”

“Mmm, maybe you’re the one who hasn’t been listening,” I said, reaching for her, only to watch as she shifted out of my reach.

“I’m a mess,” she mumbled, trying to wiggle her way around the puddle of fluids trapped between her thighs and the desktop.

I held up a hand to stop her. “Allow me,” I said, and walked over to the standing closet Locke had in the corner.

Sure enough, the vain bastard kept spare clothes in there. I fished around before I found what I was looking for, a cashmere and silk Berluti tie.

“What are you doing?” she asked, still bent uncomfortably over the edge of the desk.

“Cleaning up the mess I made, of course.”

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