Page 26 of Falling for a Killer

Violet’s voice sounds far away as the cool air of the cabin hits my bare nipples. I really should hang up on her. “Nothing, I just stubbed my toe,” I mutter. “You were saying?”

My eyes meet his, those intense eyes that seem to stare into my soul and it only makes me wetter.

Killian’s jaw drops when that first rope of cum juts out from his cock, and then suddenly he’s stiffening above me and painting my skin. I can’t think, I can’t move, I can’t breathe.

Violet’s talking but all I hear are his quiet moans, my own heartbeat.

It’s so fucking much.

It covers my tits and slides down my stomach, lower and lower until I’m sure it would reach my clit if I weren’t wearing pants.

It awakens something in me I wish it didn’t.

The sated aura that overtakes him is beautiful. His shining cock pulses where it lays between my tits and he makes no move to get off of me like we have all the time in the world.

“Joey? Are you listening to me?”

Killian reaches down to rub his cum over my chest, making my thighs clench.

“I’m here, Vi. Sorry, I’m watching a really fucked up movie. Can I call you back when it’s over?”

“Yeah, for sure. Give me a call later. Actuallycallthis time though. It can be tomorrow or later this week, I don’t care. Just call so I know some dude isn’t holding you hostage or something.”

He is. And he’s currently marking me his with his cum.

A nervous laugh escapes me. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll talk to you soon, I love you.”

I hang up before she can respond, tossing the phone onto the other couch.

“See what you do to me?”

His cum-covered hand grips my throat as his mouth crashes to mine, unraveling me.

I need more of him. I don’t care if it makes me no better than a man, no stronger than an animal. I need more.

I bite his tongue hard as I reach down to grip his messy cock. “I see what you did to me.”

“You look good like this. Fucking art.”

He ruts into my hand for more, so I let him go to get a little revenge of my own. Swiping up some of the mess on my fingers, I lift my pants up and hold his gaze as I rub my clit with his cum. It feels exactly how I thought it would, hot, wet, and sinful.

“Joey,” he moans. “You already miss having my cum inside of you? Put more.”

With him straddling me, I don’t have much room, but I have enough. My vision goes hazy as I swipe a little more and suck it off my fingers, then run my hand through the mess before lifting my hips and fingering it inside myself.

I can see how pleased he is I’m playing along, and the growl he releases has me shivering. “So beautiful, and so dirty. My filthy girl wants me to take her ass, doesn’t she?” His hand tightens around my throat. “Tell me how much you want me to make a bigger mess of you.”

Licking my lips, I see an opportunity I can’t pass up. “Do you remember the fantasy I had, Killian? In the shower?”

The way his cock jumps answers for him. “Of course I do. Don’t move an inch.”

Standing, he strips off his clothes and then does the same to me, ripping my shirt the rest of the way without hesitation. He won’t stop now, I know that. I don’t want him to, either.

I just hope I don’t end up regretting it.

Thirteen:

FBI

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