Page 66 of Murder

I buck against her. Panic streaks through me, but I can’t grasp it. I spread my legs and clench her shoulder. Groan.

“You made me come, so now it’s your turn, Barrett. Keep your eyes shut just like that and think about my mouth on you…sucking.” Her hand grips me underneath my head. “My tongue would lick just under here…” Her finger strokes around the rim. “Then I’d pull you into my mouth, where it’s warm…and soft. I’d stroke my tongue right here—” She fingers the sensitive notch under my head, making my legs tremble. “Then I’d pull you out and lick underneath one more time and…flick my tongue over this little slit.” She drags her thumb over it, and my body bucks.

I let out a loud moan.

“You’re so big,” she whispers. Her palm cups my head, twisting slightly as her other hand tugs on my balls. My shaft throbs, desperate for attention. I can feel my legs move, my weight shifting as I thrust my aching member at her.

“Gwenna…please.”

“That’s right,” she murmurs. The hand around my head moves down my shaft, sliding toward the base. “If you…were in me…” She strokes up and down, making my balls bounce. “It would stretch me. I’d be…tight…around you.”

Her hand plays under the rim of my head, stroking so light it should tickle…but instead it makes my legs feel weaker. “Oh fuck, Gwen…I’m gonna come…”

“That’s right. I want to see you, Barrett…” Her words are whispered, warm against my chest. I feel my cock swell and stiffen further, pleasure building, moving through my belly, down my thighs. Her hand grips tighter, strokes me faster.

“Gwen—”

I think about her pussy, swollen, slick against my mouth. Her hand rolls my balls as the other strokes my head, and I come like a fucking cannon, throbbing once, then blowing in her hands.

A sound that’s neither sigh nor groan and maybe part sob burbles from my throat. Then my eyes squeeze shut, heat fills my head, I put a hand over my eyes.

“Oh fuck.” I start to tremble, feel the sting of bile in my throat. “Why’d you do that? Gwen.” I grip her forearm.

Her eyes find mine. “You didn’t like it?”

I laugh. “Holy fucking— Fuck.” I pull away from her and hold my head. She grabs a tissue from her desk, and my eyes feast on her. Her cheeks are flushed. Her nipples push against the fabric of my jacket, which is stained from what we just did.

“Fuck.” I pull my hair.

She pauses, hands reaching for me. “Are you mad at me?”

Her eyes are wide and innocent.

Because she doesn’t know.

I stalk out her office door, and through the den. I hear her voice behind me as I throw her front door open. My legs are so weak, I sink down on her porch stairs, holding my head with both hands.

She doesn’t know I can’t stop now. I can’t stop now. My dick is still hard. I can’t breathe.

I feel her come around in front of me. Her little hands cup my knees. She’s so gentle. I can feel the kindness emanating from her and it makes me want scream and tear my hair out.

“Barrett? Will you look at me?”

My eyes lift, involuntary.

“What’s wrong, Barrett?” She strokes my thigh.

I laugh. I rub my eyes, shielding myself from her warm gaze with my fingers.

“If I went too far…I’m sorry. I thought… You were hard and I— That was the first time since…” I open my eyes and find hers wide, her face gone pale and earnest. “I’m scared with other people,” she whispers.

I swear to God, I feel it all fall down around me. My resolve. My desperate barriers and all my longing—dead leaves scattered at her feet.

I stand up. Walk away! Just walk. You can’t stay here. You can’t tell her. Don’t keep lying. There is nothing you can do, you stupid fucker.

And still—my gaze finds hers. “It’s been that long?” My voice is low and soft, almost unrecognizable.

Her eyes go teary. “Please don’t pity me. I just…I don’t get out, you know? I’m stubborn, and I have my habits, staying here. I’ve gotten…bad at taking chances. I think over time it all got worse. I lose my nerve more every day and until you moved here I thought…”

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