Page 59 of Like Grim Death: Part One
I look down, and she does too, leaning forward, our breaths mingling.
Then I shove my fingers further down her throat, making her gag and drench me with her saliva. I remove my fingers from her mouth as she pants, and I bring them, dripping wet with spit, to the stretched lip of her pussy.
Gasping, she tenses.
“Relax, pretty girl,” I whisper. “If it hurts, we stop.”
When I look up, she’s staring at me, my entire body buzzing, thinking about it. All of me inside of her. Everywhere.
Her lips are parted, drool still falling from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes are rounded, full of apprehension.
“You’d do anything I wanted you to, right?”
Slowly, she nods, and I massage the inside of her calf, still propped against the oven door.
“Then relax for me, baby.”
She takes a breath in through her nose, then does just that.Relaxes.
I look down again, pushing one finger into her, alongside the two of hers already inside, on my cock.
I feel her walls stretch, tightening, and I’m only up to the first knuckle.
“Take a breath for me.”
She does, a shuddering sound.
I keep pushing, and I can feel how much pressure she’s under, but I see her clit glistening, her lips spread wide, and I know it feels good too.
But I know the moment she sees it.
Sid’s name on my hand.
Because I’m looking at it too, right when her entire body tenses.
I wait, holding my breath.
She says nothing, her fingers still stuffed inside of her own pussy alongside my cock.
And Sid’s name, there between us.
“You mad, baby?” I ask her, my voice low, no taunting in my words. If she had some other man’s name on her body, I would lose my fucking shit. Yeah, I’m a hypocrite, and I know it.
She shifts her hips, fucking me, and her fingers, and mine. She’s so fucking wet, I don’t think I’ve ever felt her like this.
I lift my gaze to her, every muscle in my body coiled tight.I’m about to fucking come.
“You think about her? When you’re fucking me?” she whispers.
Ah, fuck. Now I fucking am.
But not like that.
Not like that. No, no, no.
“Do you want me to?” I counter, my voice rough, but Sid isn’t even a thought inside my fucking head now.
It’s all Ella.You, you, you, pretty girl.
