Page 141 of Killer Kiss

I sniggered, breathing in her clean, feminine scent. “If you tell me you’re done with that game, then I believe you.”

She pressed up onto her toes, bringing her up to the same height I was. “I’m done. I have no idea what I’m doing next.” She cocked her head to one side. “If I take some more of Eve and Lyric’s dance classes, maybe I can come work with you.”

The groan I let out at the idea of her swinging around a pole naked quickly turned to a growl at the thought of other men seeing her like that. I lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Dance for me, Lia. Just me.”

I sank down onto the couch with her on my lap, and she laughed between kisses, her happiness so damn sweet because there was so much sadness and misery around us it would have been easier to linger in that.

But we’d made an effort for this house to be our safe haven. Where it was just me and her and nothing else.

I took my phone out of my pocket and put some music on, the phone connecting to the Bluetooth speakers automatically so sultry beats filled the room.

“I have no rhythm,” Ophelia complained.

“Liar,” I whispered into her neck. “You have plenty of rhythm when you’re riding my cock.”

She shivered, and I grabbed her hips, rocking her over me in time to the beat. She took over a second later, grinding on me, her pussy writhing over my dick that grew harder by the second.

I tugged at her shirt.

But she grinned, slapping my hands away. “No touching. Isn’t that the rule?”

I slid my hands up beneath the fabric, palms flat to the warm skin of her back. “Not in my club. My club is a lot more like Psychos. All touching is allowed. Encouraged even.”

Her laugh was throaty and sexy and had me thrusting up to meet her movements.

“That so?” She leaned back to take her top off, and it took me all of three seconds to unclip her bra.

Her tits fell into my hands, and I immediately sat forward, putting my face to her pretty nipples, licking and sucking each of them in an alternating pattern, cupping her and using my thumbs for friction when my mouth was otherwise occupied.

God, she tasted good. Her mouth. Her skin. The arousal I knew had to be building between her legs. The way she rubbed herself against me had us both hot and bothered, her breaths quickening, the sounds she made coming out more like moans.

She pulled away to stand and I frowned at her. “Where are you going?”

She shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties. I lapped up the sight of her, all long limbs, curvy hips, a sweet handful of tits, and a coy smile that was only for me.

I glanced at the broken window coverings. “Half the street can probably see you right now, Lia. Get back down here.”

She shook her head, swaying her hips side to side and then lowering her panties to reveal her smooth snatch. “Let them watch. Let them see exactly what you do to me.”

She plunged her fingers between her pussy lips, drawing them out as wet and glistening as I knew they’d be.

I nearly fucking came when she bent forward, giving me her fingers to taste.

At her flavor, I grabbed for her thighs, desperate to get them open and on my face.

But she danced out of the way, finding the beat again, moving so damn seductively I knew I’d be replaying this in my head for a lifetime.

I pulled off my shirt and my shorts, glad I’d had a shower at the beach so I didn’t have to waste time now. I palmed my cock, stroking the hard length while she danced, one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. The other sliding up and down her body, gliding over her stomach and tits, up behind her neck and into her hair.

The growl I let out was so fucking possessive it shocked even me. I caught her hips, holding her tight, and shoved my face between her folds, tongue-fucking her viciously, earning every gasp from her mouth.

Two fingers up inside her was all it took to have her coming. I knew her body well by now, knew exactly where her G-spot was and how she liked it worked. Knew exactly how to lick and suck and play with her until she came again.

I drew her down onto my cock, hard and fast, taking her roughly because I knew she was so wet it wouldn’t hurt her. She screamed my name, and I loved the way it sounded on her tongue. Loved the way we moved together, each of us giving the other what we needed. She ground down, meeting my upward strokes. I sucked her nipples, grazed my teeth over the pink ridges that drove me mad for wanting her. She bounced on my cock, oversensitive from her first orgasm and so easy to fall into a second when I worked her clit.

She squeezed and clenched around me, and I had to grit my fucking teeth not to come inside her hot wetness. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I wasn’t done.

I was never going to be done with her.

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