Page 230 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

Then I suck it between my lips—soft, then harder—letting my tongue flick over her until her thighs start to tremble around my head.

"Fuck, Poppy," I growl, my voice vibrating through her. "You taste divine."

She gasps—louder now—and I ease up, chuckling darkly against her soaked cunt.

"Quiet, or I stop," I tease, nipping her inner thigh before sliding two fingers into her without warning.

She cries out, both hands flying to her mouth. Her hips buck, and I groan at her tight heat clenching around my fingers.

"So fucking tight," I pant, curling my fingers until her whole body seizes.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?"

She whimpers.

“At our office,” I murmur, swirling my tongue around her clit. “Where anyone could walk in and see you like this.”

She begs. “Please.”

Rolls her hips into my mouth. “Declan.”

I lick her harder, faster, syncing with my fingers until she’s gasping, sobbing, body stiffening.

"That’s it," I croon. "That’s my girl. Come for me, Lollipop. I need it."

And when she does—Jesus Christ—she falls apart.

Legs clamping around my head, body shaking, wetness flooding my mouth.

I keep going until she’s boneless and trembling.

Only then do I pull back, licking my lips, savoring every drop.

I look up at her—spread out, flushed, chest heaving. My heart fucking bursts at the sight of her.

Christ, she’s never looked more beautiful.

Across the room, Dexter yawns.

I glance over. “He’s looking at us.”

She does too, a smirk curving her mouth. “If you only knew what he’s seen?—”

Before she can finish, she grabs my shirt and pulls me down with her.

“I want all of you,” she whispers, breathless.

Her eyes flicker open—bright, wild, certain. “It’s been a long time. And I need it to be you.”

Fuck.

She’s still gripping my shirt like I’m her anchor but one hand slides down the plain of my stomach and dips beneath my pants.

Her small hand squeezes around my throbbing cock, strokes me and I almost die on the spot.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, I keep my touch tender as I cup her jaw, brushing her flushed cheek. “Are you sure, baby?”

She nods, pink-cheeked. “Yes. I want you, Declan.” She emphasizes with another squeeze along my dick and it jumps in response to her.

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