Page 148 of Sinister Legacy
Throwing my head back, I grit my teeth, fighting her as much as I can, but it’s a lost battle. Her slim hips move beneath my hands with expertise. Harder and faster. Rolling and grinding. I come, spilling my cum deep inside her tight cunt as it strangles my dick. She looks so fucking pleased when I finally manage to stop shuddering. I’m sure she stole my fucking soul just now.
Climbing off me, she lowers her skirt, and I watch a trickle of cum seep down her thigh. There’s something so primal about knowing I’ve marked her as mine.
That’s my cum smeared on her thighs. Not any other fucker’s. I want to finger it back inside her. “If I weren’t attached to all these wires, I would lick you clean.”
Sitting down and crossing her legs, she peers over her shoulder at the closed door before twisting around and pushing her ass up in the air, one knee propped on the chair.
Like a fucking tease, she lifts her skirt and bares her round ass to me. Spreading her cheeks apart, she drags a finger through our mixed juices, drawing a line from her pussy to her puckered hole. I push up on my elbows when she inserts it knuckle deep.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper while she fingers her ass, her pussy glistening with need. More of my cum trickles out, and she removes her digit to swipe it up before working two fingers inside her sweet ass.
Leaning on one elbow, I bite my knuckles as she continues to torture me. “You’re fucking evil.”
“You wanna fuck me here, baby? Want to fill my ass with your dick?”
“I want to eat your ass,” I admit.
Rocking back against her fingers, she moans deep in her throat, the way she does when I fuck her.
Just when I’m about to beg her to climb onto the bed and stick her ass in my face, she slides her fingers back out and sits down with a dangerous smile on her lips.
My chuckle is laced with shock, disbelief, and so much humor. “You little tease.”
Her shoulders lift and fall unapologetically. “Consider it an incentive to get better.”
“Oh, trust me. I’ll be out of here before you know it.”
“I see you’re awake,” a voice says from the doorway, causing Keira’s eyes to widen. She slaps a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle when a middle-aged nurse with a beaming smile and a clipboard walks in.
Winking at Keira, I smile back at the nurse. Keira snatches the Polaroid camera and the printed picture from the bed.
“When can I get out of here?”
“Oh, not so fast, young man. You’re lucky to be alive. After the ordeal that you’ve been through, we need to ensure you’re healing well before we can release you back into the wild.”
Keira flips me off playfully, and I narrow my eyes at her. The little shit is stirring trouble for me already.
While the middle-aged nurse takes my blood pressure, I imagine a million ways to fuck my girl, all of them ending with her coming around my dick, on my mouth, and on my fingers.
Spreading her legs slightly, not far enough to raise suspicion but far enough to entrap my gaze, Keira bites her lip seductively. This girl will be the death of me.
Then she lifts the camera and snaps another picture, making up for all the years I stalked her.
As I exit King’s hospital room, I pause. Cassie is here, seated across the hall with her amber hair tucked behind her ears. She looks strangely vulnerable, staring off into the distance, wrapped up in her long winter coat. Meanwhile, I’m freezing my tits off in a leather skirt, a black, wool turtleneck, and Chucks.
I don’t usually wear skirts so when Cassie finally turns her head, her eyes immediately land on my bare legs. She looks back up at me, then stands. I still haven’t moved, unsure what to say. We’ve drifted apart recently. It’s partly my fault, too. I could have reached out to her, but I didn’t.
“Are you not cold?” she asks carefully, making me smile as she nears.
Chewing my lip, I shrug. “I wanted to give King an incentive to get better so we can get the hell out of here.”
That makes her laugh softly, a tendril of her amber hair sliding forward from behind her ear. “Did it work?”
“Yes, I’d say so.”
Cassie nods, smiling. Then, with a jerk of her head to the coffee vending machine behind us, she asks, “Can I get you a hot drink or anything?”
“Sure.”
