Page 86 of Meet Me In The Dark

Finally, their hearts slowed. Kara kissed him, climbing off, his cock slipping out of her cunt. And even though he’d just come, he wanted more.

With a wicked wink, Kara bent down and wrapped her mouth around him. Working him with her mouth and hand, she opened her throat to take him deep.

“That’s it, baby,” he said roughly. “Show me how much you love me.”

She hummed again, the vibration moving through his body. He hardened and thickened, more quickly than he thought possible—but then it had been a while since they’d been together like this. And despite his hope, his faith, it might be the last time. Desperation and desire—more than he could handle.

So when she swallowed around him, her tight throat caressing every part of his cock, Micah came with a shout.

Releasing him, she opened her mouth to show him his release.

Fuck.

And then she crawled across the dirty, cold floor, ass swaying.

Toward Conor.

Just as it should be.

Conor watched Kara move toward him on her hands and knees. She’d been on her hands and knees before, but never with so much strength and power she practically glowed.

Not a girl, then.

A goddess.

“I don’t deserve you,” he began, but she interrupted him with a finger to his lips and a shake of her head. He opened his mouth—maybe to speak, maybe just to breathe—and she pressed her open mouth to his, sharing Micah’s come and love until all Conor could do was to accept it and swallow it down.

Nothing in his life had ever tasted so good as the mix of her mouth and Micah’s release and a faint hint of Luke’s cock. If this was his last meal, then so be it. He’d die with their taste on his tongue. He’d die with their love inside him, making him whole.

Kara licked off the bit of come that had escaped his mouth.

He needed to fuck her, to be inside of her, if she’d give that to him. Because he’d give her anything, and right now, what she wanted was control.

“Conor, you do deserve me. You almost died for me,” she said. “But even if you didn’t, so what? We’ve all done fucked up things, Conor. We’ll keep doing fucked up things. What matters is that we do them together.”

“Yes,” he said.

Yes.

“How much does this hurt?” she gently touched the bandage above his bullet wound.

“Not much,” he said.

“And this?” she slid her hand down to his heart.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he told her. It was true. Even if they died…

His throat caught in his chest. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—think about that now.

Biting her lip, Kara slid her hand lower, until she was cupping his cock through his pants. “And what about this?”

“Aches,” he groaned, because in that moment, it did. “Needs you.” He cleared his throat, making sure she could see the love and respect in his eyes. “I love you, glorious girl.”

“Sit up,” she murmured.

He did.

“Raise your hips.”

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