Page 98 of Lawless God

The heavy pan hits the floor with a thud. I keep my gun pointed at Kay as we both stand up. Dragging the barrel to her chest, up her throat, I finally point it upward just under her chin.

“It turns me on like crazy when you do stupid shit like this.”

I seize her hand, pressing it against my hard-on, and capture her lips. My possessive kiss surprises me, and according to her small gasp, it does her too. This doesn’t feel as manipulative as the peck on her lips earlier. This is a first kiss if I’ve ever felt one.

This is…fuck…I can’t control it. And I can’t control the adrenaline kicking my heart into gear. The beat is so fast it pounds painfully against my chest.

It’s ridiculous how badly I want her. It shows in the way I force my tongue past her lips and intensify the pressure of my gun against her.

With my other hand, I let her go for a millisecond just to unzip my pants. She hisses against me when I bite her tongue, but she doesn’t pull away. No, if anything, she’s now pressing herself against me, her back curving, her delicious boobs tight against my chest.

“Nate,” she moans into my mouth when I guide her hand inside my boxers.

She wraps her soft fingers around my length, gripping tightly. When she doesn’t need my guidance anymore, I release her to unbutton her jeans.

“Fuck,” she hisses against my lips. But she can’t say anything else. I’m swallowing her whole, needing to be as close as I can. Needing her lips, her warmth, her.

The possession becomes dangerous when she tries to pull away.

“No,” I growl. I press my gun harder under her chin.

At the same time, I push her until her back hits the wall. She groans into my mouth and starts moving her hand, rubbing my cock into a painful hardness. I can feel myself leaking precum, and it turns me on even more knowing that it’s going to touch her beautiful fingers.

I slide my hand into her jeans, below the waistband of her underwear.

A fire starts in me when I feel the wetness soaking her entrance.

“Why are you so wet for me?” She squeezes around my length, and I laugh against her lips.

There’s nothing that can stop me from kissing her over and over again. Something burns, something tears me apart. It hurts desperately, and only her mouth can soothe it.

I push two fingers inside her, and flames lick my skin, burning all the way to my soul.

“Is your cunt desperate for your husband’s touch?” I growl with need. “Will you come for me like a good little wife?”

Her body rolls against mine, answering for her. But that’s not good enough. I want her to say it. I want to hear the words.

“I could kill you.” I press the gun more harshly against her. “Or I could make you come.”

That drags a whimper out of her, and it goes straight to my cock.

Her little fist accelerates, keeping my dick hostage and making it so delicious for me.

“What do you want, Kayla? A quick death, or to be my little fuck toy?”

Her moan is the only answer for another minute. She thrusts her hips, dragging me in deeper. She begs me with her movements, but no matter how good this is for me, I stay strong.

“Answer me, little sunflower.” Another kiss, another hit of my new favorite drug.

“C-come,” she breathes delicately against my lips. For someone so desperate, it’s a discreet plea. “I want to come.”

“You want to be my fuck toy,” I snap, weirdly furious that she won’t spell it out. “Say it.” I press harder inside her, gritting my teeth when she retaliates with her grip on my dick.

“I want to, Nate. Please. I want to b-be your fuck toy.”

I bite her lower lip to the point of breaking and lick her blood.

“Good wife,” I purr as I curl my fingers inside her and watch her come undone. At the same time, I’m thrusting into her fist, exploding in her hand.

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