Page 41 of Run Little Killer
I'll give my girl anything she wants.
"Oh yeah, baby," I growl, arm still bracing her hips as I pull her ass up and fold over her. My palm splays across the side of her face as I pin her down and drive into her relentlessly, fucking her into the dirt.
"Nix!" she cries out, jaw flexing beneath my hand. Thewalls of her pussy clamp down around me, strangling my shaft.
My balls start to tighten, but I'm nowhere near done yet. I jerk back, my dick slick with her juices as it slaps against my lower abs. I roughly grip her hips and roll her over to face me before driving back inside.
Lennon's chest heaves, hungered breaths sawing from her lungs as her fingers curl around my biceps. Her nails pierce the flesh, the warm trickle of blood sliding down my skin as I rut into her like a savage.
Incoherent moans fall from her lips, eyes rolling to the back of her head as I slip a hand between us and pinch her clit. She bucks up in response– it seems my little killer is a masochist, needing that bite of pain with pleasure. I do it again and she screams, body jolting forward, fingernails clawing at my back. Her teeth sink into my shoulder to stifle her moan as she shatters. Her entire body trembles, release gushing out and soaking my shaft.
My balls start to tighten again, that familiar tingle building at the base of my spine as the muscles in my thighs flex. I snap my hips back at the last second, one hand gripping the base of my cock, the other threading into her hair and yanking her head forward. Her mouth opens in shock and I force my tip past her lips until it bumps the back of her throat.
"Swallow," I grit out, fresh tears leaking from the corners of her red-rimmed eyes. Sticks and dirt cling to her already tear-soaked cheeks as I unload down her throat, roaring out my release.
Her dark lashes flutter as she looks up at me, completely blissed out. Her throat bobs with a hard swallow as I ease out of her mouth and she coughs, spitting and sputtering as saliva and cum dribble from her lips.Fucking christ, what a perfect sight.I tuck my spent dick away, rocking back on my heels as she struggles to catch her breath.
When her breathing starts to even out, I slide a hand up to collar her throat, fingers flexing as I stare her dead in the eyes and promise, "You can run, run, run as fast as you can. But I'll always catch you little killer, and fuck you until you can’t run from me anymore."
As we slowly come back down to earth, Lennon braces a hand on a tree trunk and pushes to her feet. She groans, legs wobbling unsteadily as she tries to take a step.
"Told you," I chuckle, banding an arm behind her knees and scooping her up, tucking her against me.
Her arms dangle loosely around my neck, head tilting back as she looks up at me with her brows furrowed. "Told me what?"
"That I'd fuck you until you couldn't run," I smirk, following the trail back towards the motel and bar.
Always the defiant one, Lennon rolls her eyes and scoffs, "Please, I'm just lazy."
"Oh yeah?" I challenge her, coming to an abrupt halt and loosening my hold.
"No, no, stop!" she laughs, clinging to my neck tighter. "You're right."
I tuck her back against my chest with a satisfied smirk. "That's what I fucking thought."
Her grip relaxes as I march us across the parking lot. The golden glow of the streetlight illuminates her face, her expression at ease, her eyes softly shut and the tiniest smile etched across her lips.
I shift around to fish our room key out of my pocket and slip it into the lock. The mechanism releases, hinges squealing in the slightest as I push open the door. Rhett'sstill completely passed out in bed, arm slung over his face as he snores like a freight train.
Cleaning up that body was a lot of work. The drains had to be purged, the bathroom scrubbed. Trails of bloody footprints were traipsed across the whole garage and we only had one mop bucket. I brought Lennon back to the hotel so she could shower and calm down while Rhett and the guys finished eradicating any evidence that the guy was ever there. He was beat when he made it back here a few hours later.
The toe of my boot presses against the door, nudging it shut before I reach out to twist the lock. I walk towards Rhett's bed on autopilot, prepared to deposit her beside him– but fuck that shit.Icaught her, so she’s fuckingminefor the night.
I pivot around, leaning over and gently setting her on my bed instead. She hums softly as she rolls onto her side. Dirt and grit dusts her skin as I tug off her shoes and drop them to the floor. Kicking off my boots, I swing my legs up onto the mattress, my arm folding behind my head as I close my eyes. Lennon's body heat bleeds into me as she nuzzles into my side.
My tongue ring clinks against the back of my teeth as I slide the ball back and forth, mind wandering in hazy thoughts. It feels strange having her pressed against me like this. I'm not one for cuddling, and I really don't like the thought of anyone sharing my bed.
One of the foster homes I lived in when I was thirteen had us sharing rooms, sometimes a bed if an emergency placement came in. One night, my foster mom Cindy came and woke me, letting me know that a six-year-old girl was coming and she needed a whole bed to herself. I didn'targue. I agreed, helping Cindy change the sheets and make sure the girl would have everything she needed.
After we got her settled, I started down the hall to claim the couch and Cindy told me how proud of me she was. How incredibly sweet it was of me to give up my bed, how that made me more of a man.Talk about a goddam ego boost. She said that me acting like a man meant I should be treated like one, so she said I could lay down in her room and stream any movie I wanted. None of the kids' bedrooms had TVs, and our screen time was always limited. It seemed like a no brainer, so I jumped at the opportunity.
That night, it wasn’t my actions that made me a man. It washers.
Two years. I endured two goddamn years of her raping me whenever she wanted until I couldn’t take being under her roof anymore and had to get out. I finally managed to fuck up hard enough to get shipped off to Juvie for a long stint.
I haven’t willingly shared a bed with any woman since.
But this feels different–Lennonis different. Something broken inside her mirrors a piece of my own jagged soul.
