Page 46 of Snitches and Serpents

But God damn, the feeling of her lips around my cock is like nothing I have ever felt before. It makes me feel as if my body is thrumming with lightning. As if my soul is going to burst apart from the sheer pleasure as she works her perfect mouth.

My fingers tighten in her soft hair as she sucks my cock as if her life depends on it.

The pleasure inside me builds to unbearable heights.

Then she takes me deep into her throat.

And release explodes through me.

She keeps her lips around my pulsing cock as I come down her throat. Her eyes water at the strain of having my thick shaft down her throat, but she doesn’t pull back. And the sight of it makes dark desire pulse through me like shockwaves.

I want to taste her. I want to throw her down on my bed and spread her wide open for me. I want to fuck her. I want to hear her scream my name and feel her cunt tighten around my cock as she comes while I fuck her like she’s mine. I want to?—

My thoughts come to a jarring halt as reality crashes into me.

What the fuck am I thinking?

Why would I want to eat her out? Why would I want to fuck her?

Holy shit, I need to get her out of here. I need to get her out of my life. Now.

Using my grip on her hair, I push her back until my cock slides out of her mouth.

She swallows. And then uses her thumb to wipe at the corner of her lip.

That small gesture sends another flare of forbidden desire through me.

Fucking hell, what is this girl doing to me? I need to end this now. I need to get her the hell out of my life before I do something I will regret.

“Alright,” I say. But my voice comes out sounding hoarse, so I clear my throat before continuing. “Fine. I’ll stop.”

She blinks in surprise, and her hand falls away from my cock. I quickly pull my pants back up.

“You will?” she asks, her eyes now full of light.

“Yes. If you do one last thing for me.”

“Anything.”

“Two days from now, I need you to go to the old, abandoned gym that was used by St. Mary’s school. Do you know where that is?”

“Yes.”

“There will be a duffel bag outside by the door. Pick it up and walk into the gym. And don’t look inside the bag.”

Worry flickers in her eyes, and she licks her lips again. I have to flex my hand to suppress the burst of desire that courses through me at the sight. Why does she have to lick her lips so fucking often?

“Will there be drugs in it?” she asks, that worry bleeding into her voice as well.

I just stare her down with hard eyes. “Do you want this deal or not?”

“Yes,” she replies quickly, and then nods several times for emphasis. “Yes.”

“Good. Then pick up the duffel bag without looking inside, and walk into the gym. Then just stand there and wait. Someone will come and meet you. They’ll take the bag and you will leave. Understood?”

“Yes.” She licks her lips. Again. God damn it. “And then you’ll leave me alone?”

It takes everything I have to keep a neutral expression on my face, and to keep my gaze on her eyes instead of her damn lips.

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