Page 15 of Kill Me Sweetly

“Hmm.” He tapped his chin, and ran his hand along his beard. “What then, my vicious little viper?”

I hung my head. “Poor man. You’re so confused. But I’m kind; I shall help.” I sat up and shimmied to the edge of the bed until I was face-to-face with his beautiful bulge.

I lifted my eyes and, without breaking contact, slid his briefs right off. His cock sprang up and it was as if I were being rewarded for my tough day.

“You’re a giver, JJ. Always explaining things to me.”

I smiled and swiped my tongue across his slit, savoring Shep’s unique taste.

He hissed and quickly kicked off his briefs the rest of the way. His hand tenderly cupped the back of my head and guided me down to his delicious dick.

The crown slipped into my mouth and from there I drank it all in, every glorious inch. His fingers dug into my scalp, sending pleasurable jolts of pain through my body.

I wasn’t a pain slut, but a little sting was perfect.

“So good.” I loved when Shep’s neck arched and I could drool over those pronounced veins. I would spend all night licking every inch of him if I could.

He pulled away, and a whimper escaped me.

“Now, now, baby.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “I’m coming balls-deep inside that sweet hole of yours.”

“Yes…I…let’s do that.”

Between Shep and me, my clothes were off and across the room in record time. A soon as he fell on top of me, we were laughing and kissing and it was as if the day from hell never existed.

Sex with Shep was like a fairy tale. So good, fun, and the times we were together, the world just slipped away.

We’d forgone condoms and anything else a year ago and a bare Shep was…well, I wasn’t sure there was a word for it.

“I gotta grab the lube.” He reached up sideways to the nightstand and was fumbling around while I giggled and nipped at his skin. “You’re making this hard.”

I cupped his cock. “Hell yes, I am.”

Another laugh and then he pulled back, lube in hand. “Open those legs.”

I did, feeling vulnerable but safe. Shep beamed and licked his lips as his eyes feasted on my hole.

“So pretty,” he whispered and squeezed lube on his fingers. I watched as he lowered his hand and the first brush over my entrance was like being lit up everywhere.

“Mmm, you gonna take my fingers…how many before you’re begging for my cock?”

“Fuck, Shep…I want your cock now!” I moaned as he pushed a digit in.

He chuckled. “You’ll get it, my vicious little viper.”

Gah, I loved that nickname. It was both adorable and badass.…Speaking of ass, Shep removed his fingers—he’d gotten to three—but the emptiness only lasted a beat before he was slowly pushing his cock inside me.

“My favorite place to be.” He hummed.

The delicious burn as he drove himself to the root was my favorite…well, second favorite.

“Ready?” His smile was sinful.

“Fuck, yes.”

I loved sweet lovemaking, sure, but not on the average. Many people wouldn’t know this about me, but pound me into next week and I would give you anything.

Shep pulled almost all the way out and slammed into me, quickly picking up the pace until the bed was crashing against the wall. I was shouting like a wanton slut, and the grunts Shep was spilling were animalistic and only pushed me closer toward bliss.

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