Page 20 of Heart of a Killer

My front presses into her when I lean down to whisper in her ear, “You’re not leaving until you tell me what you came here for, Skylar.”

I can feel her body rock back and forth as she sways on her heels. Whatever it is, she’s nervous about telling me. Then she turns to face me again. Her hands grasp the sides of my neck as she stands on her tiptoes to look me in the eye.

“I wanted to do this,” she whispers before planting her lips on mine. They are soft and gentle before pressing harder.

Need and hunger pour from her touch, and I grab her like she grabs me, running my tongue along the seam of her lips. I’m not sure what made her come in here tonight, but I’m glad she finally did. I’ve noticed her stealing glances at me, but I wanted her to come to me instead. It’s better not to chase. Give them a taste, and they’ll come begging. Even with my fucked-up face, no one seems to care.

When she allows me access, my tongue glides along hers, and electricity runs down my spine. My fingers twine into her soft hair, and I walk backward to my bed. She follows, and I have to lean down now that she’s not on her tiptoes anymore. Once I feel the bed hit the back of my knees, I sit, and Skylar is leaning over me.

Our kiss breaks, but our hands still have each other in a chokehold. I’m not letting her go, not until we finish whatever this is between us. From the first day and the moment our hands brushed, I knew we had a connection.

She bites her lip as if unsure of what she should do next. Taking charge, I pull her into my lap by the backs of her knees. She straddles me, and I nuzzle her neck, letting my scruff scratch her a bit before grazing my teeth along her skin. She shivers in my hold and that slight movement has me yearning for more of her. I flip her over onto the bed, not giving her a choice to run away from me again. Hovering over her, I appreciate the soft flush of her cheeks and the red marks starting to form on her neck from my scruff. She wiggles under my gaze, and I retake her lips, pulling the bottom between my teeth. She whimpers at the pain, but her hands roam over my back, and I press myself firm between her legs.

“Finally decided to give in to me, did you?”

Continuing to kiss along her jaw, I let my hand roam down her side, and I hear a slight hitch in her breathing. The way she reacts under my touch has me biting my own lip in an attempt not to smile.

“Mmhmmm.”

Her lips hum next to my ear, and I have the uncontrollable need to bite her to make her talk to me. Licking the side of her neck, feeling her tender flesh beneath my tongue, she releases a soft moan and pushes her hips into my erection. Grabbing a chunk of her skin between my teeth, I bite down, making her gasp.

“The way I wanna make you talk to me and scream my name has me going out of my mind for you.”

My hand pushes up her scrub top and sports bra, exposing her luscious breast. It overflows my hand when I grab it and take her nipple into my mouth. I suck and roll it between my teeth. When I pull on it a bit, she groans as if this is torturous for her, but it only serves to make me harder. I’m straining in my pants. My cock throbs with the need to fill her up and feel her warmth surround me, but I’m trying to take this slow. I know she will run away again as soon as this is over. Wanting to soak up my time with her as much as possible, I take my time.

Kissing down her sensitive stomach, I reach a thick mound of scar tissue. I trace it with my tongue and feel her shiver at my touch. Tracing an A with a long line going through it, I continue to give it special attention, letting her know that I love all her scars. I trace my fingers along her waistband, making goosebumps spring to life. I continue to tease her until the muscles in her abdomen are jerking, and she groans.

“Come on, stop teasing me.”

“Mmhmmm, the princess finally speaks.”

I feel her muscles tense under my touch, but I keep trying to relax her. Hooking my hand under her scrub pants, I slide them down. Then push mine down as well before resuming my position between her legs. Her arms cover her breasts, but soon they will have no choice but to move. I am going to pull as many orgasms as I can from her.

Spreading her pussy lips wide for me to see, I glide a finger through her arousal. Collecting it on my middle finger before bringing it to my mouth.

“You taste sweet, Princess. I can see you’re ready for me.”

I grip her with my palm and bite my lip when a yelp escapes her pretty mouth.

“Now, this only works if you tell me what you want.” I press my palm into her sensitive clit, and her hips jerk, grinding into my palm. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good girl. Now, do you want me here?” Rubbing the heel of my hand in a circle before moving up to hook my fingers in her mouth. “Or here?”

Her soft, wet tongue swirls around my fingertips, making me groan as my cock bobs. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Now tell me where you want it.”

“I want you inside of me, Leland,” she begs, moving her hips up to meet my erection. I have to grit my teeth to not give in. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick and runs down my shaft.

“Not yet, baby.” Moving up, I straddle her face. “I need to have you here first. Open up.”

Her mouth opens wide, and I lay my cock on her tongue, rubbing it back and forth before slapping it there, watching the spit string between us. I ease myself into her mouth, and her lips lock around my shaft. Gripping onto the bed’s metal frame, I remain in control. I don’t want to come in her mouth, only have a little fun first. A slapping noise fills the room as my balls hit her chin with each thrust of my cock. She’s sucking me in, and her tongue is swirling around my head.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good. The way you take all of me.”

And then, her hands grip my ass, pushing me in her mouth deeper until I feel her throat clenching around my head. The low pressure settles deep in my spine, and I have to pull away. I take a minute before I start thrusting into her mouth again. She’s gagging, and I look down at her round wet eyes looking up at me. Tears rim her lower lid, and the sight rips a growl from my throat.

The light from the cracked door still streams in, and at this moment, I don’t care who watches us. This is a free show—I don’t plan on stopping and breaking this bubble that we are in.

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