Page 26 of Stay, Swear.

“Kieran. Please.” She grinds her drenched pussy onto my mouth.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Not wasting another second I give her exactly what she needs. Licking, sucking, and nipping at her clit while my fingers find her entrance.

Slowly, and I do mean painfully slow, I slide two fingers inside her and curl up searching for that spot that’ll make her see stars. Working her up until she’s right about to fall off the edge then slowly backing off. Just enough to frustrate her. Iknow I’m doing my job when her moans of pleasure turn into huffs of aggravation and groans of desperation. “Kie.” One word, a nickname. That’s all it takes.

I double my efforts until she’s falling into oblivion, refusing to stop until she comes back down trembling against the wall.

“Good fucking girl.” I growl against her pussy before standing up and immediately throwing her over my shoulder heading for her room. No fucking way I’m anywhere near done with her. I’m biting back a groan half from my ribs and half because I’m going to die if I don’t get inside her in the next fifteen seconds. We make our way into her room and I gently toss her onto her bed.

She lands with a gasp, “Kieran, I need more. Please, give me more.”

Smirking my filthiest smirk I reach up grabbing my shirt at the back of my neck and pulling it off while also making my way over to the bed. Once my shirt is gone and I’ve pushed down my pants and boxer briefs, I stalk towards her. Tossing a condom on the bed beside her while crawling over her body her eyes flare.

“I’ll give you what you need. But in order for that to work, you have to let me have control.” She takes me by surprise when she shoves me to the side and climbs on top of me. Gripping her hips it’s all I can do to watch as she opens the condom wrapper and rolls the rubber to my base.

“Britt-” I growl out in warning.

She gives the sexiest smirk accompanied with pure lust, “Please, Kie. Let me.”

Fuck, I’m done. Guess I’m topping from the bottom tonight. She lifts up and sinks as torturously slow as she can onto my aching cock. Once she’s completely seated and her head fallsback on a long low moan, I use my grip on her hips to set a steady pace working us both up. Britt finally gets her bearings, presses her hands to my chest and sets her own pace. I’ll give her this for another few seconds.

A few seconds is really all she gets. When I feel her start to pulse, I flip us in a flash. Fucking her at a relentless rhythm.

Her eyes shut as she starts to pant out, “Kieran, oh god.”

I can’t help what I say next, I’m a cocky motherfucker. “Does it look like God’s anywhere in here? You say my name and my name only while I’m fucking this pretty pussy. Got that, Mitchell? Now look at me while you come on my cock.”

Her eyes spring open and lock on mine. She keeps her gaze on mine as we come together. My legs buckle forcing me to catch myself on my forearms or risk being one of those douche bags that fall onto their girl. Pressing gentle kisses all over her face, shoulder, and neck as she comes back down. All the while whispering to her how good she did and how proud of her I am.

We catch our breath as I gently pull out of her, we groan in sync. Getting up and heading into the bathroom, I take care of the condom, wash my hands, and get a warm washcloth to clean her up with. My mind is reeling. That was the best sex of my life. More so that woman, definitely just put some sort of voodoo spell on me. She’s laying on the bed when I come back. She’s letting me clean her gently when she finally whispers, “Please come hold me.”

She’s still trembling and I’m sure the aftershock of such intense sex is causing her to shake. Tossing the washcloth into her laundry basket then climbing in bed behind her I pull her back to my front and finally answer her, “I’ll do whatever you want me to. All you have to do is tell me. Go to sleep, youdid amazing. I’m so proud of you, Brave Girl.”

She preens under my praise. “You’ll stay?”

“Swear.”

Massaging her scalp gently, it doesn’t take long for her to drift off. My thoughts wander to getting to know her better. Clara’s comment from that day still rings through my head, making me too curious about what she’s been through. I’m assuming whatever it is is why her eyes flash in terror for just a second every time I pin her down. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I can be patient, and I don’t think I’m going anywhere anytime soon.

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Shaking my head I circle Daniel, he’s next up on the ladder I have to climb to get to fucking Jordan. I have his blood splattered all over me and this damn room. It looks like I murdered him but I haven’t. I more elaborate plans for him. Rowan’s going to be pissed but I’ll call the cleanup crew after. I’m already low on patience after having to leave Brittany this morning before getting to fuck her back to sleep. I need this day to be over so I can get ready and take my girl out tonight. Not my girl, my friend. Who am I fucking trying to kid. My girl, I got it right the first time.

Pulling myself back to the present, I don’t have time for this shit. Daniel’s screams ring throughout the shitty apartment complex. No one’s going to call for help. No one’s that stupid. The plan was to take him to our warehouse that we have specifically for this, but he was fighting and my patience ran out.

Picking his discarded ear up off the floor I toss it at him. “Wecan keep going if you’d like? You want to know the cool part about my job? I can hone my skills to perfection and when I slip up and kill someone in the process? Oh well.” Shrugging, I walk over to my ‘toolbox’ that I bring everywhere. Pulling out my favorite filet knife I turn it from side to side making my way back to him.

“This is my favorite knife. The way it separates the skin from the muscle is just, chefs kiss. Here let’s give you a little demonstration. I’m a professional so it’s fine.” Taking the knife I carefully cut into his thigh, meticulously separating flesh from muscle. Unfortunately I barely get an inch separated before he screams out.

“Okay, Okay! Fucking stop, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

They always break at this part, it’s annoying. I mean I literally cut his ear off and nothing, but separate a little hypodermis, expose just a little muscle and they want to throw in the towel, pussies. Holding my hand out gesturing for him to continue. My face is a picture of stone and a hint of annoyance. Add that with the blood and I know I rival any horror movie. Britt likes horror movies…

Okay focus dickhead, we need this information.

Daniel takes a minute to catch his breath before he starts. “My boss was Alex Hayes, I’m telling you man, I’ve never even met Jordan. He was my bosses, bosses, bosses, boss. That’s a big jump from me to him. I did what I was told. I took the shipments, separated them by age and gender then got them into the right containers. I have no idea where each one went. That was above my pay grade.” He stops to take a few more breaths before bringing his head up and locking his eyes with mine.

“I left about six months ago, we got word that Jordan’s boss was getting out of prison soon. Word on the street is once he’s out anyone’s kids are on the table. Rumor has it he sold his employees kids. I have kids, I couldn’t risk it.”

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