Page 38 of The Kill

I should wake her, but she’s sleep-walking? Or sleep-sexing? I’ve heard that it’s bad to wake someone when they’re in this state.

It’s not that I can’t bring myself to end this.

Eyes still shut, I jerk when her hot tongue licks a path down my chest, and her hands slide up over my torso, caressing every dip and ridge, and onto my shoulders. She slides along my body, every luscious inch of her pressed to me.

I can’t decide whether this is heaven or hell when she reaches back and strokes my balls as she continues to roll her hips, kissing a blazing trail up my neck toward my ear.

“Take me, Tyson. Fuck me.” Mandy’s sultry voice in my ear has my body bucking, desperate to do what she asks, but the last threads of rational thought keep my hands locked firmly in place.

Shaking my head back and forth, I remind myself why I can’t do what she’s asking, even if her words are the most tempting thing I’ve heard.

She’s not herself. She’s not in her right mind.

If she was mad before, imagine how pissed-off she’ll be if she wakes up naked in my bed with no recollection of what went on. And my cum dripping down her thighs.

But most of all, I don’t trust myself not to mark her if I finally get to bury my cock inside. And when I fuck her and mark her, I want to be damn sure she remembers it forever.

Keeping my lips tightly sealed, I turn my mouth away, covering my extended canines, as she moves in closer. Her pulse calls to me, inches from my teeth as she continues to nibble and kiss her way down my other side, all the while rubbing her slick cunt over my aching cock. Her moans become little pants as she nears her climax and she rolls her hips faster, her fingers dropping between us to add to the sensations.

“Yes!” she cries out, fingers digging into my skin as she falls apart, mouth open and begging to be filled. I feel her shake, trembling with each pulse of her orgasm as she comes on me, her tight pussy pressed against my throbbing cock. “I’m yours Tyson. Take me.”

A guttural sound erupts from me at those magical words, and my hands fly from the cracked wood to wrap around her back. In one swift movement, I lift her and blur across the hall. After depositing her back in her own bed, I stand back, chest heaving, pressing myself to the far wall.

Lights dance in front of my eyes and my entire body trembles with the effort of not giving in.

Mandy merely frowns sleepily, stretching an arm across the empty space beside her, her fingers sweeping up and down, looking for me. When she grumbles, displeased by my absence, I’m initially smug, knowing that while it’s killing me not to take her now, it won’t be long.

All smugness vanishes quickly when she rolls to her back and slips a hand under the covers. From the movement of the sheets, I can tell when she presses two fingers inside her tight cunt.

“Need you, Tyson,” she mumbles, clearly not fully satisfied by the release she just had.

“Oh, come on!” I whimper, watching through my fingers as her hand starts to move under the thin cotton, in and out, and her mouth opens in a gasp of ecstasy. Unable to help myself, I move closer and peel back the sheet so I can see exactly what she’s doing.

Her glistening fingers slide in and out of her perfect pussy, lips pink and swollen and I fall to my knees. The scent of her arousal hits me and my cock jerks, now copiously leaking fluid from the tip as I watch her pleasuring herself.

Fuck, so fucking good. I can still remember how soft she was around my fingers, her luscious channel wet and ready for me. I rub my aching cock through my boxers, trying to get some relief against this agony.

“Tyson,” Mandy mutters, sounding breathy and oh so sexy. “More. I need more.”

My mate needs more. Her hand reaches out in my direction, and, even though I know she’s still asleep, I can’t stop myself from taking it. I stand there, holding her hand, while she pumps those two fingers inside her tight pussy harder and faster. She twists, giving me the perfect view and I sag forward, my elbows hitting the mattress, putting my face inches from her body.

I watch in rapt fascination as her slick fingers curl and stroke.

Leaning over, I curse myself for being so weak as I dart my tongue out to lick over her neglected clit. She tastes like honey, and I groan, palming my stiff cock again and letting my eyes close as her flavour drowns out all of my other senses.

“Tyson, yes!” she cries out and squeezes my hand harder, writhing with pleasure as she rubs her thighs together.

Fuck. Fuck. I can’t stop. I do it again, this time sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Mandy gasps and her hand flies out, her fingers burying themselves in my hair and holding me in place.

This is bad, but then I’ve never pretended to be a good person. And I might be charging off to my death tomorrow, so I deserve a break.

Dipping my head I stroke her with my tongue again once, twice, three times, and that’s enough, she grinds my face against her. Stroking myself with a firm grip now, I groan, loving how much she’s enjoying this. Enjoying me.

When I flatten my tongue and rub it hard over her, she comes with a loud whimper, her back arching and pushing those perfect small breasts up into the air.

That’s enough to finish me off and I come, spilling into my hand with a loud groan as I watch her squirm on the bed, riding each aftershock out with a roll of her hips.

Her fingers slip from her body but before she can pull them away, I catch her hand and suck them clean, catching every last drop of her juices with my tongue.

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