Page 43 of Fright Night
She visibly shivers, but the scraping of her bottom lip tells me there’s more before she’ll let me have my Halloween snack. So before she starts getting serious, I tap her chest, and with help from the couch at the back of her legs, she falls on her ass.
“We should finish the conversation from outside.”
I tug her coffee table into the centre of the room to make more space. “Thought we did. What more is there to talk about? Julian isn’t your problem anymore. He won’t get me in shit. If he does, it’s worth it, but if you’re that worried, it’s all the more reason to start what I’m about to before cops haul me away from you again.” I drop to my knees in front of her and part her thighs, flashing my eyes up to hers. “Trick or treat. Did I say that right?”
A smirk cracks through her stress.
“Teach me how to do this, Trickster.” My hand traces up her leg, over her knee and towards her inner thigh. Fingers brush along her pussy lips until pausing by her core. “I reach into the bowl…” A finger slips inside her, curling, and her mouth falls open. “And pluck a treat, right?”
I pull my hand from between her legs, rip open the cherry lollipop I took from the candy bowl earlier, and place it on my tongue. I lower my mouth to her, swiping the tip of my tongue along her slit.
“This lollipop’s all mine, but was taught sharing is caring. We’ll share, won’t we, li’l sis?” A taunt for old times’ sake and not a kink.
“Oh god.” Her head falls backwards, her hands lifting to grip her breasts over my clothing.
After tasting her orgasm, I’m burying myself so deep inside her and not coming up for air until she agrees to be mine for fucking good. No more avoiding. No more games. It’s her and me from here on out.
I lower my head again, maneuvering the sucker between her clit and my mouth, using my tongue to slide it around her wetness. The mixture of flavours combine for the sweetest flavour my tastebuds will ever get. Never will I go without it again.
“Fuck.”
Alright.I shift the sucker and push it inside her core, her juices coating it. Once wet enough—and when I long to between her thighs again—I pull it out and bring it up to her mouth, tapping her lips once. Without instruction, she sucks it inside her mouth.
“Sharing is caring,” I remind her before diving back between her legs and eating with all the effort from two nights ago when she was prevented from coming. This time, she’ll drench my face, this couch, and my hoodie.
I want her in my clothing always, to make a statement to any asshole so they know who owns her ass. Who they’ll have to go through if they think about her.
My fingers grip her hard enough to bruise, but then she surprises me by bringing her legs up over my shoulders. I part her with my fingers and tongue-fuck her until she’s rocking on my tongue and crying my name.
She’s barely down from that orgasm before I strip my clothes, rest a knee on the edge of the couch and sink deep inside her,enjoying as her head is thrown back, pleasure sweeping her away.
I grasp her throat, wrapping my fingers around her neck until finding her pulse. I like feeling her heartbeat because it reassures me she’s here with me. That she isn’t going anywhere.
“Knox,” she cries, her pussy a vise around my cock.
She’s a stunning mess of tears, drool from the sucker running down the side of her face in a pink line, which I lap up, tracing the line of pink back to her mouth before stealing the sucker back and tossing it to the table behind me.
Grasping her cheeks between my thumb and forefinger, I force her to look at me. Her lust-filled gaze, partially lidded eyes, undo me.
“Agree to be mine.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand. An order.
She regards me warily but another thrust makes her eyes roll back.
“Say it.”
Thrust.
“Be mine.”
Thrust.
Her head lifts. “What?”
Thrust.
Confusion clouds her expression, but she’s immediately swept away by another orgasm. Hiking my hand beneath her thigh, I reangle her to push in deeper, harder, until I come too.
Panting, I slowly lower her thighs, take her face between my palms, and repeat my question—my demand. “Be mine.”
