Page 13 of Run Little Killer
"Nix," she grits out as she fidgets, trying to get comfortable. "Fucking untie me."
The vexation in her tone as she struggles makes my balls tighten. "I'll let you off your leash when you can play nice."
"Seriously?" she groans, tits bouncing with the motion and fueling my hand to go faster.
I think about how fucking good it would feel to crawl on top of her and smash her tits together, sliding my dick between them, her tongue caressing my tip with each thrust. The mental image has my head lolling back with a moan, the tingles of my building orgasm stirring at the base of my spine.
"What was that?" she questions, face still covered as her head snaps in my direction. "Are you... oh my god, youare!"
"God," I growl as my release nears. "Shut the fuck up, I'm close."
"Perv,"she hisses, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.
I think someone's feeling left out.
Pushing to my feet, I move closer, dick in one hand and the other reaching down to cup her pussy. She gasps at thecontact, and I groan at the dampness that meets my palm. Chasing my release, I pump my hand faster, and just as my balls draw up, I hear the twist of the doorknob. Hot ropes of cum spill over my fist, shooting onto her stomach and tits as the hinges creak and the door swings open.
"What the-?"
"Fuuuuck," I moan, cutting off Rhett as the last wave of my orgasm rolls through me.
"Christ," he mutters, shaking his head.
Releasing my hold on Lennon, I turn to see him pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm gone ten minutes..." he sighs, pressing the door shut behind him. Stalking toward the table, he swipes up the whiskey and tips the bottle back. His throat bobs with a swallow as he lowers it, cutting me a glare. "Put your fucking dick away, already."
I tuck away my cock with a chuckle and swipe up my hoodie from the chair. Separating out my t-shirt, I lean forward, hand pausing as I admire my cum spread across Lennon’s skin. Her stomach dips as I wipe away my claim. Balling up my t-shirt, I toss it to the floor and head for the bathroom to wash my hands.
"Why's she strung up like that?" Rhett questions as I cut the water and dry my hands off.
I shrug a shoulder, stepping back into the room, "Kinda like her better this way."
"Would someone untie me already!" Lennon snarls.
Tilting my head in her direction, I give Rhett a pointed look. "Your turn to deal with her deranged ass."
"I'm not fucking crazy!" she snaps defensively, the sound of the cheap wooden headboard banging against the wall reverberating around the room as she thrashes.
"Yeah, only a crazy person would say that," I reply, shoving down my jeans and throwing themonto my duffle.
"Play nice, Nix," Rhett admonishes me, edging closer to Lennon.
I spin around in only my boxer briefs, pointing to the bruise that’s started to form around the teeth marks on my arm. "She fucking bit me!"
"You told me to!" she fires back, face twisted in a scowl as Rhett peels the t-shirt from her face and lowers it to cover her body.
"You gonna be a good girl if I untie you, darlin'?" he coos, brushing a wild strand of dark hair behind her ear.
The death glare she's shooting my way instantly shatters as she sweeps her grey eyes towards Rhett and nods demurely.
"See," he smirks, reaching for her bound hands and undoing the bandana. "Just gotta know when to be gentle."
Gentle is the last thing that this girl needs.From what I've seen so far, she isn't innocent by any means.
Lennon starts to rub her wrists the second they're free. Rhett takes hold of them, tracing soft circles across the red marks on her skin.
"Shit," I scoff, shaking my head as I pace across the room to my bed. "Whipped by pussy you haven't even been inside."
"Yet," Rhett winks at Lennon, a shit-eating grin splitting his face as he lowers her hands and settles them in her lap. "I'm gonna shower," he says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder as he rises up from her side.
