Page 78 of The Killer Card

2 Days Before the Wedding

Chapter Twenty-Five

Naomi

Clothes come off in a rush, the backs of my knees hitting the leather couch before I’ve registered that we’ve moved. I drop onto the cushion, watching slack jawed as Graham shoves his dress shirt from his shoulders, peeling the t-shirt off his back.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous. He might be more attractive now than the last time I saw him. There are more laugh lines around his eyes, a white streak starting along the right side of his head, and despite all those signs of aging his abs are like stone.

Reaching up, I drag my fingers down them, appreciating the way he shivers and the groan it draws from his chest. His hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Mi reina, te amo. Nunca he dejado de amarte. Siempre me va a doler no tenerte.”

I don’t know what he says, I never know what he says, but the passion behind every syllable has me salivating for him. My hands go to his belt, unbuckling with shaky fingers. The moment I have his pants undone, I’m jerking them down his legs just enough to free the throbbing, hot length of his cock. His tip is thick and leaking a fat bead of precum that makes me want to reach out with my tongue and lick him clean.

So, I do. Grabbing him by the base of his shaft, I lean in and give his tip a long, slow lick.

“Coño—” His fingers tangle in my hair and I moan, letting the taste of him linger on my tongue before taking the full weight of him to the back of my throat. “Coño, Dios mío, mi reina, eres tan jodidamente hermosa…”

I take him deep, swallowing around him, following my mouth with my hand with more pressure against the vein along the underside of his shaft. He curses so loudly I’m actually afraid for a second that someone down the road might hear us. But then he takes my face in both his hands and begins rocking his hips, fucking my face with so much fervor I forget the outside world exists. All there is in this moment is him and me and the way the head of his dick meets the back of my throat with every thrust.

“Coño de la madre, Naomi—” He rips his cock from my throat, pulling me up to slam his lips against mine, his hand snaking between my legs.

Rocking into his fingers, his lips nipping along my jaw, my ear, my throat, I moan and beg, “Give it back. Fuck, Graham, I want to taste you, please—”

“I know, mi reina,” he slides a finger inside me and I gasp, hands clutching the back of his neck. “But if I let you keep that up I’m going to come down your throat, and we both know,” he adds another finger, forcing me to wrap my leg around his hip. “Where my cum really belongs.”

“You’re- Oh, fuck me,” I groan. “You’re topping from the bottom again—”

“I think you like when I do.” He takes my jaw between his fingers the way he likes for me to do to him. “I think you like getting a taste of your own medicine after all these years. Am I right, mi reina?”

I swallow, my hips jerking into his fingers as his thumb begins to strum at my clit. “Maybe…” I breathe. “Maybe I do…”

“Then order me to do it.” His fingers suddenly come to a halt and I whimper. “Tell me to dominate you, mi reina. Set the scene.”

Slowly, he slides his fingers out and then just as slowly slides them back in, curling them up against my g-spot until I’m gasping and shouting, “Yes! Fuck, yes! Graham, please, master me! Spank me, use me, fucking make me come- Yes!”

His thumb rubs circles firmly against my clit, his fingers continuing to curl deep inside me until I’m quivering so hard he’s forced to drop my back to the couch. His hips thrust, his slick erection sliding against my thigh. “You want to come, mi reina? That’s what you want?”

“Yes—”

“You want to come all over my fingers? Or do you want my tongue?” He growls, curling his fingers again. My back arches off the couch and he presses firmly on my lower belly. “Or is it my cock you need, mi reina? Tell me. Tell me what you need—”

“You! All of you! All of it! Fuck, Graham- Can I- I need to- Please, let me—”

“Come for me, mi reina hermosa,” he commands, his voice taking on that deep, dark cadence I’ve heard few other times. It’s the voice that makes my toes curl despite myself and my back arches until I’m pressing into both his hands. “Come.”

Fuck, I do. I come harder than I have in over a year, since the last time I was with him. I come so hard it bursts out of me like a busted dam. My arousal coats his hand, his arm, my thighs, the fucking couch. My orgasm leaves me gasping for air and Graham licking his lips, his pupils blown wide.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you do that,” he tells me. Then he bends down and begins licking me clean, his tongue dragging from my knee to my center where he lingers for several laps before repeating the act up my other leg. “And I know I’ll never get tired of tasting you.”

Taking his face between my hands, I drag him back up my body, kissing him with tongue and teeth, tasing myself on him. “I need you inside me,” I tell him, reaching between us to give his cock a few slow strokes.

Graham moans, thrusting into my grip. I line him up with my center, so his next thrust buries him inside my pussy and we both whimper at the contact.

God, I forgot how deep he’s able to get. My arms band under his arms, nails digging deep into his back, scratching him raw. Graham lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his hip as he rocks out and then back into me harder than before.

“Graham—” I gasp.

“Naomi—” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, thrusting in again harder. “Fuck, I love you. Te amo, mi reina. I love you so fucking much—”