Page 86 of Killer Kiss

But I had little experience of receiving.

“You don’t have to,” I assured her. “The thought was nice, but get up on the bed. I want to make you come again…”

She rolled her eyes. It seemed to be becoming a habit. “You talk a lot of shit, Augie. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Most people didn’t dare.

I kinda liked that she did.

Her mouth fit over the head of my cock, and I shouted at the soft, wet warmth that felt so fucking good I nearly came. On instinct, my fingers dove into the long strands of jet-black hair at the back of her head. I cringed at the pressure I put on her, thrusting my dick deep into her mouth.

I immediately pulled my hands away. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

She reached up, taking one of my hands and put it back where it was. A second later, she switched hands, stroking my cock with one while sucking the end, her other hand reaching up and guiding me until I was back where I’d started.

She moved back for half a second to scowl at me. “It’s only a turn-on if you aren’t scared of hurting me. Hold my head. Pull my hair. Guide my mouth so it feels good for you.”

I shook my head. “They’re dangerous words, Lia.”

There was a challenge in her eyes when she lowered her head again. One that screamed, “Try me.”

I didn’t want to hurt her. That had never gotten me off. I didn’t want her choking and crying.

But she’d said this turned her on, and fuck if that didn’t make me so hard I could explode at any minute.

As did staring down at her in underwear that left nothing to the imagination.

She ran her pink tongue cheekily along the underside of my dick, licking the thick vein. Her breaths were shallow, and she had her thighs clamped tight together, like she needed that pressure on her clit.

I grinned down at her. “Suck my cock, then, Lia. Show me how much it turns you on.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she hummed around my dick like my words pleased her.

That pleased me. Way more than it should.

I held her head, fingers tight in her hair, guiding her pretty mouth up and down my shaft, shallow at first, giving her time to adjust.

But her moans were needy, and I loved them. I gave her more, pushing in a little deeper with each thrust, spurred on by the way her fingernails dug into my ass, encouraging me to fuck her harder and faster.

My mouth on her pussy, or hers on my cock, seemed to be the only times she truly let her guard down. Out on the streets she was hard and cold, full of sharp words, attitude, and sass.

But in here, on her knees, with her tongue wrapped around my cock, there was a vulnerability to her. A softness that told me this was when she got to be herself.

Maybe the only time. When she was so preoccupied with how her body felt that she truly let go of every other thought in her head.

I thrust faster. Harder. Letting go of any concerns she couldn’t take my size, when she’d proved she could.

When she’d proved she wanted to.

I’d never understood men who got off on taking women without their consent. Her wanting this? Her begging to get down on her knees and suck me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Fuck, she felt amazing. “Need to come, sweetheart.” I let go of her, giving her time to move away.

She didn’t.

So fucking hot.

She moaned as the first drops of my cum hit her tongue. My balls drew up in a blissful agony and released, spraying hot liquid down her throat. She swallowed without a word, taking everything I had without jerking away.

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