Page 54 of Killer Confections
Her eyes shift to me, brows furrowing.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” I say gently, keeping my need from seeping into my tone. I brush my free thumb across her cheek, collecting her mascara streaked tears in a sickly sweet gesture.
Her eyes become unfocused and I see those gears turning in her head. She’s so close to figuring out who I am. Hell, she may even know, but is keeping it to herself for now.
But I’m not quite ready for our game to end yet.
My hand tightens, pulling on her silky hair as I push her down on me and give her soaked cheek a quick tap. She gags, saliva dripping down her chin as her body tenses from the invasion.
“Rub it all over and use those hands,” I encourage, popping her free of me.
She sucks in a deep breath before moving her hands to the end and begins to work her drool down my shaft. She spreads it along my length, a slippery mess in her hand’s wake.
“Good girl,” I praise before positioning myself at her lips again.
“Fuck you—” I rock forward, cutting her off as I shove myself down her throat. She gags, sputtering around me as fresh tears dot her lashes. She isn’t even taking half of me, but fuck, the sight is pretty—those hazed, challenging eyes cutting me as she uses both hands, twisting her palms and covering what her mouth can’t reach.
She sucks me in deep, hollowing out her cheeks as she takes me. I keep my hold on her hair, letting her work, but keeping the control if she lets up.
“That’s right, baby,” I rumble. “Who’s cock is in yourmouth?”
She pulls back, giving me a cocky look. “I don’t know because you won’t tell me.”
I yank her head back to my groin, shoving myself past her brazen lips. She chokes, her throat tightening around me as her hands falter in their rhythm. “Wrong fucking answer.” I thrust deep, “One more chance. Who’s cock is in your mouth?”
She pulls against me, popping free as her chest heaves with her deep, desperate breaths. “Yours,” she whimpers, saliva dripping from her lips.
“Good girl,” I groan. “Let me hear it, Loxley. If I don’t hear it, I’m fucking that tight ass next.”
She shivers before doubling down and increasing speed. Her hands and mouth work together, slick, lewd sounds spilling from her overtly stuffed lips as she drives me closer and closer to my release.
My spine begins to tingle and I feel my limbs giving in to the euphoria as my fist slackens on her hair. She doesn’t lose enthusiasm as she gets more freedom, only sucking me deeper into her warmth in response.
When my orgasm crests, I pull her to me, shoving as deeply as I can before a long groan leaves me and I cum down her throat.
She makes a surprised sound, sending the vibration straight to my sack.
“Fucking perfect,” I praise, slapping her cheek lightly. “Swallow it all, baby. Let me see you.”
I let her pull away, watching as she swallows every last drop and sinks to the floor with a ragged breath.
I tuck myself away before reaching for her. She startles, wide eyes staring back at me as I hoist her up into a bridal carry. Her arms circle my neck on instinct and I can’t even express the pure delight that races through me at having her so close.
I press a clothed kiss on her sweaty forehead before lowering her to the bed. She observes me hesitantly, shyingaway when I scoot in next to her.
She doesn’t get too far when my arm circles around her waist, dragging her back and settling her ass right against my dick. She hisses at the contact, her fresh bruises sensitive and no doubt bothering her. Her back is flush with my chest, and I rub a soothing hand down her hips, massaging the swell of them.
“Do you need anything?” I ask, my voice sounding rough.
Her body finally relaxes, and she melts into me as a moan leaves her. “What the fuck…”
I chuckle, “Gonna have to be more specific than that.”
“This whole situation is,” she lifts a weak arm, waving a hand back and forth, “strange. I shouldn’t be cuddled up in bed with my stalker who just…” Her voice trails as she takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Who just defiled you and made you cum all over your own bed?” I ask cockily, trailing my nose down her neck. She shivers, her shoulder rising before it sinks back down, and she gives up trying to fight me off. I know she’s tired. The power drained from her limbs. “Who just showed you heaven and then made you choke—”
A hand reaches back, covering my mouth. “Stop talking,” she mumbles, sounding sleepy.
