Page 51 of The Trick

“No,” she whimpers in protest, making me lift my palm again, this time crashing it against her already reddened skin harder.

“Tsk, tsk, little liar.” Shifting my hand to her center, I dip my finger to where the fabric is still open above her pussy. “You’re practically dripping,” I breathe, stationing my face just inches from her wet cunt. “Such a needy little whore. Was coming in my mouth while you slept not enough for you?” I taunt causing another breathy moan to sound from her parted lips.

Needing another taste of her, I release the hold my fingers have, slipping them into my mouth. Fuck, she tastes like everything I want but shouldn’t. Like a poisonous apple begging to be bitten. I can’t contain myself any longer. If I don’t have her bent over one of these headstones fast, I’m going to fucking explode.

Popping my fingers out of my mouth, I swipe my tongue across my lips, moving it far enough that the split tips trace against where her arousal drips. Her hips buck forward as her hand presses against the back of my head as she tries to drive my mouth closer to her sex. But I break her hold, altering my stance from my knees to my feet as my mouth trails her body, pressing messy, needy kisses at her abdomen that’s trapped beneath the smooth leather of her bodysuit, until my tongue is centered at her ample cleavage.

My palms move to either side of her tits, squeezing them together, so my tongue becomes lost in her cleavage. Curling my fingers, I begin to lower the leather that rests at the middle of her breasts that barely covers her pierced nipples, freeing them for my mouth to devour.

Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough because her delicate fingers meet my calloused ones as she yanks at it herself, lowering it down so my tongue has free rein on her hardened peaks.

“Boogeyman,” she pants. Her voice, raspy and breathless, drives an intense ache through my cock.

My grip shifts from her tits up to the crown of her head, tightening around her thick, onyx hair as I tilt her head back, exposing her neck to my mouth. Trailing kisses up to her ear, I can feel her pulse quickening as she tries to fight this sinister entity that exists between us. “Yes, final girl?”

“What are you doing?” she whispers, my mouth now kneading the tender flesh of her lobe before bringing my lips to the shell of her ear.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I groan, wanting nothing more than for her to tell me how bad she wants my pierced cock deep inside of her.Fucking her senseless.

Her lip becomes trapped beneath her teeth, as she’s trying her hardest to suppress the desire that radiates throughout her body.

“Answer me, before I answer for you,” I command.

She sucks in a breath. It’s adorable how much she’s fighting this. My stubborn little hellcat just can’t bring herself to admit that she wants this.

“Last chance.” My voice drags, dying to hear whatever filthy, vile thing that she’s trying to suppress.

“Fine,” she expels a disgusted sigh. “Fuck me like you want to kill me,” she breathes, sounding equal parts guilty as she sounds turned on.

Ha, there’s my little needy slut ready to play.

Licking my lips, I trap her in my arms. “Only if you cum like you hate me,” I retort, accepting her challenge by sweeping her up and over my shoulder. “Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Just make it rough,” she pleads.

“I wouldn’t dream of fucking you any other way,” I grin, excitement rippling through my body because, if we are going to fuck here, there is only one place that would do our debauchery justice and I know just the spot.

As I continue to walk with her body slung over my shoulder, I feel her shaking her head, shifting the hold I have on her.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind,” she scoffs.

Oh no you don’t.

My grip on her intensifies, my fingers digging into where I hold her.

“Nice try little hellcat, but your dripping cunt speaks louder than your lying mouth.”

Moving her from my shoulder to where she now stands in front of me, trapped beneath my touch on either arm, I lower my head, so it hovers the side of her face. Moving her with an iron hold towards the grave, I whisper in her ear.

“I told you before. Your days as Katrina Van Tassel are numbered. There is no escaping that. Your death and your life are mine, but right now I just want your body thrashing against me, like it was meant to do,” I groan, continuing to move her willing body to the slate tombstone.

Pressing her torso against the smooth, cold slate, I center my palm at her lower back, so her body is draped and ready for me to fuck.

“Damn, do you look good surrounded by death. Now, show me how bad you want my cock inside of you.”

Fully expecting her to fight me, like she has a tendency of doing, she surprises me by spreading her legs wide. With one elbow on the edge of the tombstone, she brings her other hand to her pussy and begins swirling her fingers at her clit.

“That’s my girl,” I praise her. Loosening the buckle of my pants, I drag the belt through the loops of my pants purposefully slow, admiring the way her hands are rubbing at her slippery entrance.

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