Page 74 of Killer's Obsession
Killer grabs my body wash from the rail in the shower and squirts some onto my loofah. With reverent care, he begins to wash me, starting at my shoulders and working his way down. He pays special attention to my breasts, the loofah circling my nipples until they’re tight peaks straining for more.
“Turn around,” he instructs, and I comply, feeling the loofah trail down my back, over the curve of my butt, and down my thighs.
When he’s finished, he grabs my shampoo and works it into my hair. His strong fingers massage my scalp, and I moan at the sensation.
“Your fingers are magic,” I sigh, leaning back against him.
“You have no idea,” he says, his voice husky in my ear.
Once my hair is rinsed, I turn to face him. “My turn.”
I grab his Irish Spring body wash and squirt some into my hands. Starting at his broad shoulders, I work the soap into a lather and glide my hands over the sculpted muscles of his chest, down to his rock-hard abs. I pay extra attention to the scar, gently washing it before moving lower.
His breath hitches when my hands wrap around his massive erection. I stroke him from root to tip, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp.
“Christ,” he hisses when I cup his balls with my other hand, rolling them gently between my fingers.
“Playing with fire, Pet,” he warns with a groan when I start to stroke him faster.
I look up at him through my lashes, water droplets clinging to them. “Oh, I love the fire, honey.”
Dropping to my knees, I take him into my mouth. His fingers immediately tangle in my wet hair, but he doesn’t force my head. He lets me set the pace, his breath coming in harsh pants above me.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. I can’t fit all of him—he’s too big—but I use my hand to stroke what won’t fit in my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans when I swallow around him. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”
I double my efforts, bobbing my head faster, stroking him firmly with my hand. His grip in my hair tightens, his hips starting to thrust slightly.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warns again, his voice strained.
I nod, letting him know it’s okay, and with a deep grunt, he comes in my mouth. I swallow every drop, continuing to gently suckle and lick around his still-hard cock until he pulls me to my feet.
“Get up here,” he growls, lifting me effortlessly.
My legs wrap around his waist, and in one powerful thrust, he’s inside me, filling me up completely.
“Yes!” I hiss, my head falling back against the shower wall.
His hands tighten on my bottom as he lifts me up and down on his cock, his hips slamming into mine with delicious force.
“Love you so much,” he grunts, his face buried in my neck. “Love this perfect, tight pussy. So fucking beautiful.”
His filthy words send heat spiraling through me, making me wetter. I love when he talks like this, when he tells me exactly what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling.
I rock against him, chasing the pleasure that’s building inside me. Slipping a hand between us, I find my clit and rub the hard bud in tight, fast circles.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come all over my cock.”
My scalp starts to tingle, a sure sign that I’m close. The pressure builds and builds until I can barely stand it.
“Come all over my cock, Pet. Give it to me.”
His teeth sink into the sensitive juncture where my neck meets my shoulder, and that’s all it takes. I come with a cry, my inner walls clamping down on him tightly.
“Fuck!” he roars, his hips slamming into mine one more time before he stills, pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
His arms are shaking, but he doesn’t let me go. When our breathing finally returns to normal, he helps me slide off his cock and onto my feet. Completely spent, I lean forward, resting my head against the solid wall of his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
