Page 73 of Slaying for Santa
“So good it almost hurts.” She breathes, straighteningbefore peering down at me over her shoulder. “You really want me to show you how I do it?”
I grin, nodding, fucking pumped to see what The Seduction Slayer does to her victims.
“How far?” she asks, and I shrug.
“Until I tell you to stop.”
“How far, what?” Wes asks, none the wiser to the fact I’ve asked Bell to show me how she seduces and kills her prey.
Turning to face me with her hands on her hips, Bell ignores Wes, quirking a brow at me.
“What if it goes too far?”
My cock fucking jerks at the prospect.
Maybe we should have found a real victim, because I really want to see her kill. Fuck. I’ve never wanted anything more.
My gaze flicks to Wes, who seems to have forgotten about his question, his eyes trained on the jewel protruding from Bell’s arse as he pumps his dick.
Maybe he should die for wanting her like he does.
“Keep going until I tell you to stop,” I demand. “And not a fucking second before.”
Bell’s nostrils flare, and she nods, spinning away from me and pointing to the floor.
“Kneel.”
Fuck. She’s a switch. Dominant right now, and Wes doesn’t even question it, the sadomasochist in him quickly adapting to the situation as he drops to his knees before my temptress.
“Can I get a kiss first?” he asks, but she shakes her head.
“My kisses are only for Kitty Kat.” Her dark gaze flicks to me, a smile playing at the corners of those lush plump lips. “The only things you can put in my mouth are your fingers or your cock.” She shifts her eyes back to Wes, and he nods.
“My cock is ready when you are.” He gives it a pump fromwhere he’s kneeling on the floor, and her eyes narrow into a glare.
“Touch your cock without permission again, and I’ll put a cage on it.”
It’s almost laughable the way Wes holds his hands up like a gun is pointed at him.
“I’m at your mercy. Do with me as you please.”
I bite back my laugh at my too keen best mate, but the moment Bell steps forward, fisting her claw tipped fingers into his hair, I stiffen.
“You’re going to eat my cunt like a man starved,” she tells him, jerking his head back to loom over him. “I’m well hydrated, Wes. So if I’m not drowning you in a fucking waterfall when I come, then you haven’t done your job properly, and that cage is going on.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he laughs, ever the cocky bastard. “Fucking smother me.”
And she does.
With the curl of her lip, she shuffles closer until Wes’s mouth and nose disappear between her legs, and my woman starts grinding against his face, her hand still locked in his hair.
When her dark orbs flick back to mine, I shift restlessly, my cock straining in my boxers as she watches me watching her fuck my best mate’s face.
“How does this make you feel?” she asks, and a deep growl rumbles in my chest, causing her to smirk. “Fuuuuuck, Wes has a long tongue.”
She emphasises that by dropping her head back as her pleasure builds, grinding her cunt faster against his face.
“Fuck me with that tongue, Wes,” she demands, and the sloppy sounds of my mate’s tongue diving inside her has me gripping the arms of the chair with force. “Oh yeah. Just like that.”
