Page 33 of Run Little Killer
What a fucking sight.
"Don't," I say, reaching up to tug her lip free. "When he brings you pleasure and I give you pain, and they weave together to force those pretty sounds from your throat, you let us hear them, understand?"
The corners of her mouth tip up into a grin as she answers, "Yessir."
Gripping the blade, I pump the knife handle in and out as Rhett rolls and pinches her clit, both of us working her until her thighs tremble, cunt weeping as her wanton moans fill the room.
A sheen of sweat coats her skin, her chest heaving as she starts to come down from her orgasm. She looks so damn incredible like this, spread wide and dripping for us. Rhett and I have shared women before, but I already know Lennon is different.
Her juices drip from the handle as I slide the knife out of her, glancing to Rhett, then back. "Turn over and get on all fours."
Lennon rolls to the side and pushes up into position like an obedient little slut. Her eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks flushed as she glances back at me over her shoulder. "Now what?"
"Now, you're gonna thank him for saving you," I say, nodding to Rhett.
A smirk curves her lips as she turns back to him, the lithe fingers of one hand reaching up to thetented front of his jeans. Rhett helps her undo the button and she lowers the zipper, pulling his hard cock free.
She trails her tongue from base to tip, swirling over his piercings in the process. I still don't understand how he willingly let someone shove a needle into his dick, not once, buttwice.
"You're such a good girl sucking my cock like this, aren't you, darlin'?" Rhett growls, threading a hand into her hair and gently guiding Lennon's head up and down his length.
She hums in response as she swallows him deeper. I palm the knife, the evidence of her release still coating the handle, tempting me. I bring it to my mouth, dragging my tongue across the rigid handle to taste her.She’s just as delicious as I knew she would be.I watch her movements, head bobbing, luscious ass swaying, arousal running down her thighs– I can't look away, it’s fucking hypnotic.
Rhett grips the base of her neck as she lowers down to her forearms, ass pushing up in the process. I set the knife on her lower back, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as I spread them wide. I rock forward, dragging my tongue over her puckered back hole.
A ripple of pleasure courses through her, muscles tensing and a salacious moan falling from her lips.
"Goddamn," Rhett growls, head tipping back against the wall. "Just like that."
"You like your ass being played with, little killer?" I ask, smacking a palm down on her cheek, blood from my cut painting her creamy skin.
Lennon wiggles her ass in invitation to keep going, groaning as I shove two fingers into her wet cunt and drag the moisture up to tease her back hole. Warm blood continues to trickle down my arm as I press the tip of a finger into her tightass.
"Fuck darlin', I'm close," Rhett grits out as Lennon moans around him.
I flex my jaw, watching my spit and blood mix with her cum as it trails down her ass crack. Flexing my fist, more blood drips down on her skin and I swirl it together like I'm some fucked up Michelangelo and her ass is my Sistine chapel.
It takes every last ounce of control I have to not shove my jeans down and rut into her. But even with my dick impossibly hard behind my zipper, I know I don't have the kind of time I want to fuck her senseless. We still have to deal with the dead fuck beside us, Kurt, and most importantly, Mav. And I don't need another lecture from the latter reminding me not to think with my dick when business is at stake.
More blood drips down, this time coating the rigid handle of the knife before I curl my hand around the blade and nudge it against her asshole. Her body tenses, but I don't tell her to breathe or trust me. No, the intrusive thoughts win out and I press it inside ruthlessly.
Lennon doesn’t jump away. She rocks back to take it deeper, the teeth of the blade slicing further into my skin as the handle fully disappears. I thrust it in and out and she mumbles incoherently, hips bucking as she comes apart.
"Fuck," Rhett drawls, his own hips jerking. His fingers twist in her hair to hold her head in place as he comes down her throat.
She swallows every drop, gasping as he releases her. Cum and spit coat her swollen lips and tears running down her face as she greedily sucks in gulps of air. I ease the knife out of her and Rhett pulls her to his chest, stroking her hair and calling her a good girl as she fights to catch her breath.
I shove the knife back into my belt, claiming it like somefucked up memento as I push to my feet. Taking a step back, the heel of my boot slips in the slightest as it comes in contact with the pool of blood surrounding the would-be driver.
Shit. Forgot about him.
Lennon’s ours now– Rhett literally killed for her– so letting her go when we get to Englewood is no longer an option. She’s staying with us.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
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