Page 29 of King of Pain

“Keep your face in the sheets, love, the boys are sleeping next door.”

She looks back at me. “You’re worried about the kids?”

Maybe. But I don’t tell her that. Instead, I tip forward and lick her from one end to the other.

She is fucking delicious.

Her face plants into the sheets as she moans again, and I smile. “Such a good girl.”

I hear her draw in a gasp as she lifts up again. “Is that a compliment?”

I give her a light smack on the ass again. “You bet your ass it is. Face down.”

She does, and I reward her by swirling my tongue right over her clit.

I feel her quiver, her ass grinding back. Greedy little girl.

I slow it down, knowing that the torture will make the sex better later and that she’s probably waking the kids with her screams. Fuck it. They aren’t my kids. And the sounds she makes can practically make me cum, they’re so good.

I’m still smacking her ass though. That shit’s just fun.

I’ve been wondering if this morning was an anomaly. Like if Kate was just really amped up by all the danger and the adrenaline.

But her response this time is just as… enthusiastic. I’ve barely touched her and she’s dripping wet and ready to cum.

She fucks me like she’s starving.

I lick back down to her clit, sucking it between my teeth. She screams into the bed sheets, an orgasm ripping through her.

I’d love nothing more than to rip off my pants and sink balls deep inside her. Slam into her from behind. But I don’t think I’m done teasing her yet.

Sinking a finger in her sopping pussy, she moans into the bed again, I place my hand along her seam so that my thumb presses into her clit and then, because I love the taste of her, I lick up her ass.

She’s breathing into the bed like she might combust, and her insides start to convulse around my finger.

“Love, you know how to make a man feel good about himself,” I say before diving back in.

She cums again, panting with the effort to keep quiet. Not that she’s doing a good job.

But hey, A for effort.

I rip off my shirt, pulling at the button of my jeans when there is a knock at the door. “Fuck,” I rumble.

Kate collapses on the bed and I toss the covers over her before I walk over to the window, peering out the crack between a broken blind. It’s fucking Carl.

Pulling open the door, I leave the chain. “Hey, man. Need something?”

“Just… uh… checking on you two. Candy sent me over. We can… uh… hear some things and she was… uh… worried about Kate.”

“Kate’s fine,” I give him a wolfish smile that’s meant to tell him to fuck off. He doesn’t, shifting on his feet.

“She sounds like she might be in distress.”

I let out a long sigh. “Carl. You’ve got two kids. I know you know that Kate is fine.”

“I might have two kids,” he mutters, “but I’ve never heard sounds like that.”

My chest puffs at that one. Cause yeah. I’m that good.

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