Page 43 of Run Little Killer
"Mhmm," she hums, the sound vibrating from deep in her throat. "That feels so good."
I rinse, then repeat the process to ensure all the dirt and debris are gone before switching to the conditioner. Little mewls of pleasure continue to fall from Lennon’s lips as I take care of her, making my dick ache with need.
My hips sway, wet cock gliding back and forth across the slick skin of her hip and thigh as the last bit of conditioner swirls down the drain.
"Rhett," she breathes, lithe fingersfinding my cock and toying with the piercings as she looks up at me demurely. Rivulets of water dot her lashes, tongue darting out to spread the moisture over her lips. "I need you to rail me against the wall."
I choke on a breath as her words slowly register. It’s the last thing I expected to hear her say, but who am I to deny her anything. My hands settle on her hips, tugging her flush against me as I grind my erection into her soft flesh. She loops her hands around my neck, legs splitting instinctively as I pick her up and spin her towards the wall.
"Ah!" she hisses and I pause, going still. "The tiles are cold," she chuckles, locking her legs around my waist.
Fisting my dick, I slide it towards her entrance, the tip nudging inside as her whole body tenses.
"You sore, darlin'?" I breathe against the slender column of her neck.
"A little," she admits, her voice soft, throat bobbing with a swallow before she continues. "And I need you to make it all better,daddy."
Fuck me.
I grit my teeth as I start to inch inside. She’s so goddamn tight, and the feral urge to slam into her is raging just beneath the surface. She inhales sharply, exhaling with a moan, every inch I feed her fusing pain and pleasure together. Her inner muscles flex around me as I fully seat myself inside.
"I can feel your piercings," she says, tits heaving with each breath. "I've never been with anyone pierced before."
"Oh yeah?" I smirk, rolling my hips and sending her head smacking back against the tile. “You like how they feel inside you, darlin’?"
She runs her fingers through my wet hair andgives it a little tug as she rocks her hips, a needy little moan vibrating from her throat.
“Better hold on, then,” I say, dragging my dick halfway out before burying myself to the hilt.
Her hands slap onto my shoulders, head dipping closer until her lips crash against mine. Our teeth clash and tongues tangle, eagerly exploring each other's mouths as I thrust myself deeper, forcing the hoop of my Prince Albert to roll against her inner walls.
"That, more ofthat," she moans against my lips.
"Anything you want, darlin'," I grit out, shifting forward.
My elbows bracket her face, hands coming to rest on the top of her head as I hold her in place. I snap my hips, the sheer force of every thrust I drive into her perfect tight cunt making her body slide up the shower wall. I continue to hammer inside of her, circling my hips to keep the piercings teasing her nerve endings. Her heels dig into my ass cheeks and I feel my release start to throb in my base.
"I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt full of cum," I pant, peppering kisses along her jawline.
"I'm not on anything," she rushes out.
"Even better," I smile against her cheek, pistoning into her. The wall shakes behind her as I ram my cock to its deepest depth.
"Oh fuck," she shouts as I groan through my climax, painting her cervix with hot ropes of cum. Her muscles flex and squeeze as she comes right along with me, milking every last drop. When I look down, I can see my seed dripping out around my shaft as her swollen pussy throbs.
After our breathing slows, I ease out of her and get to work lathering the citrus shower gel over her skin. I take my time, cleaning every last inch of her body until thewater starts to run cold. Then I twist the handle and cut off the spray, snatching a fresh towel off the rack and handing it to Lennon.
I grab my own, patting down my body before wrapping the towel around my hips and tucking in the end. Wet strands of hair are plastered against Lennon’s shoulders, water trailing into her cleavage.
Steam billows out of the bathroom as I hold the door open, letting her step out first. I follow behind, and we find a disgruntled looking Nix sitting at the table, brows slamming down as he cuts me a glare.
"Kinda hard to keep sleeping when you're shaking the goddamn walls, old man," he grumbles.
"You needed to get up anyway," I shrug, moving towards my open duffle. I toss a pair of boxer briefs and jeans on to the bed as I pull out another black Deviant Devils shirt.
"I don't have any clean clothes," Lennon pouts, eyeing all her bloody clothing laid out in front of her.
"Here," Nix says, tossing a black paper bag down in her direction as he toes out of his boots. "Don't say I never did anything nice," he mutters, stalking off to the bathroom.
