Page 14 of The Killer's Payment

“What do you want?”

“Your… cock.”

“My cock?” I repeat, moving down her perfect little body as she gasps for breath beneath me. “You’re not ready for my cock, princess. I’d split you in half.”

She starts a reply, but it quickly turns indecipherable as my mouth comes down on her pussy and she turns into a shivering, shaking mess.

My tongue swirls around her clit before moving down to work on getting her entrance ready for me. It takes no time at all for her hips to buck as she tries to give me more of her, crying out my name. Her fingers run through my hair as she grinds herself against my tongue, her pussy now every bit as hungry as my mouth is.

I bring my hands up, stretching her little hole open between my fingers so I can taste more of her. Peach hair, sugary pussy. She’s fucking perfect.

“Put your hands on your ass,” I tell her, mouth still full of pussy. “Lift yourself up. Ride my face until you come for me.”

She does as she’s told. Don’t think she could do anything else if she tried, she’s so fucking needy.

And it doesn’t take her long at all.

I know she’s on the edge when her leg unhooks from the sofa and her thighs are pressing against my ears and the muscles in her stomach are tight as a drum.

I let her take one of my fingers, lapping at her clit while I try to ease a second one into her tight hole, and that’s when I feel her whole body shuddering as her orgasm washes over.

“Good fucking girl,” I tell her, and she cries out and shakes violently. “Good fucking girl coming for me.”

She tries to respond but lacks the capacity as her body shivers from aftershocks. And there’s something about seeing her so helpless, so overwhelmed, that completely fucking undoes me.

I capture her lips beneath mine.

This girl. This fucking girl.

She tastes like summer and innocence and peaches ready to be plucked from the tree. And the way she kisses me back—her tongue darting curiously into my mouth even as her small hands twine around my neck, pulling me closer—is nearly more than I can stand. So needy, so desperate for something she’s too naive to understand.

I’m hard enough to cut glass. My balls will burst if I don’t fuck her soon. But it’s more than that, more than my painfully hard cock and the need to be inside hernow.

Because as she kisses me back, so innocent, so responsive, there’s an unfamiliar ache in my chest. I’m going to keep this little girl. There’s no question about it.

She’s mine.

Mine to cherish.

Mine to protect.

Mine to fucking claim.

Ending the kiss, I lift her into my arms, pressing my lips against her forehead when she curls into my chest.

She looks up at me, so innocent, so trusting. “Do you think I’m ready now?”

No.

But she’s as ready as she’s ever going to be.

Six

James

Gently,I place Sutton in the center of my bed. God, she’s a fucking vision spread out against the counterpane, her dark blonde curls fanned out behind her.

Determined to burn this moment into my mind, I drink in every detail as I remove my clothes. The way her small white teeth press into her lower lip. The rosy glow suffusing her skin. The way her small hands clutch the counterpane as she struggles to obey my orders and not hide herself from me. The hard points of her nipples, just begging to be sucked. The delicate folds of her pussy still glistening with my saliva and her own release.

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