Page 142 of Killer Kiss

I stood and dropped her down onto her feet, walking her backward to a wall and then flipping her around until she faced it. I followed her in close, pushing her tits into the wall, forcing her head to turn to one side. She gasped when I palmed the sweet curves of her ass, grabbing two indecent handfuls and stroking my wet cock in between.

I glanced over her tight rear hole.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Augie, please.”

The urge to fuck her ass was so damn strong, but I refused to be a man who took her there before she was ready. Instead, I thrust hard into her pussy, bottoming out inside until we were both breathless.

“You want me to fuck your ass, sweetheart?” I whispered into her ear, taking her slow from behind.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Take my finger first.”

I pushed the tip inside her. Her body tensed then adjusted to the intrusion, taking me deeper until my finger, and then two, were pressing against her internal walls, my dick on the other side, making her so fucking tight I could barely stand it.

My balls drew up, desperate to come, but I refused to let it happen. I sank my mouth down on her shoulder, loving she was tall enough to do that without pulling out of her. I breathed through my nose, trying to get myself under control while the perfect feeling that came from the two of us together tried to fry my brain.

“More, Augie,” she begged.

It was music to my ears. Her permission to take her there was hot, knowing she wanted it as much as I did.

“Rub your clit, sweetheart. Nice and slow.”

She twisted, moving her arm and getting her hand down between her legs. Her hips rolled some more, settling into a new rhythm as I pulled out of her and notched my cock at her rear entrance.

Her breathy gasps of pleasure had my cock leaking, coating her ass in my arousal and hers.

The urge to slam into her was there, but this needed to be her show today. It had to be on her terms. I refused to have it any other way.

I stared down, watching while she worked her ass back onto my dick, her tight entrance opening for me so fucking beautifully my balls ached.

She stroked her clit harder, sliding back on my cock that I fought so hard to keep still.

She took every inch, until my cock was swallowed up, encased in her, so warm and beautiful.

“Fuck me, Augie,” she demanded, sliding forward and then back again, taking over, letting me watch and learn what tempo she liked. She arched her back, taking me deep, groaning my name and demanding to make her come again.

That was all I needed to take over. I reached around, covering her fingers with my own, setting a new pace on her clit while I fucked her ass. I started slow, gradually working her up, until she stopped making demands because I was already meeting every one.

“I can’t wait to do this with a vibrator in your pussy,” I told her between kisses.

She shuddered in pleasure at the idea, just like I knew she would. So I kept going, filling her ear with every dirty thing I wanted to do to her body.

She slammed her hips back against me, her body insisting I finish, even if I had managed to fuck her into the sweetest sort of silence.

The kind where it was only our moans, our breaths, the indecent sounds of sex so hot I wished we were recording it.

I gripped her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh as my balls drew up tight, my orgasm refusing to be held at bay a second longer. I shouted her name, deep and guttural and so fucking mine.

Forever.

39

OPHELIA

There could be no official funeral because there was no body to bury. Scythe and I had spent weeks searching for Eddie and Zane. We’d scoured Saint View and Providence and every surrounding neighborhood, hoping to find anything that resembled the house we’d seen in the video of Fawn’s death.

But it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

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