Page 80 of The Killer Card

Graham

My hands grip the counter behind me as Naomi proceeds to attempt what I define as the monumental task of swallowing my cock. She is admittedly the expert, cheeks hollowing, sucking me down until my tip hits the back of her throat mercilessly.

"Mierda—” I gasp, my head falling forward, one of my hands managing to find the back of her head despite there being absolutely no need to guide her. Naomi fucks her own mouth viciously, her fingers digging into my thighs. “Coño, you have to stop, Naomi, I need to—”

She pops off only for her hand to continue the brain cell obliteration. “I don’t speak Spanish, but I know you’re not actually begging me to stop?”

The look she gives me is lethal, like if I admit to it she’s going to do something heinous to me. Her warning comes with her reaching down where her phone sits on the wooden floor. A flick of her fingers and a jolt of vibration from the butt plug has me throwing my head back, thrusting desperately into her hand. Curses fly from my lips in every language I ever learned how to speak. English, Spanish, Russian, Italian- my legs are fucking shaking when she finally dulls the vibration back down to a low hum.

“Are you done complaining?”

I nod, quickly. “Yes- I’m sorry- Fuck—” Her tongue makes one long, slow pass up my length, caressing the throbbing vein along the underside before swirling around the angry red tip. I am leaking like a faucet over her lips so profusely some of it drips from her chin to the kitchen floor between her knees.

We came back out here to hydrate, having started what can only be described as a rapid-fire fuck-fest as if to make up for lost time. I’ve taken her on the couch, the table, floor, on her bed- the plug was put in somewhere around this time- and against the wall. I needed water. Naomi needed water. We both had two glasses and I was trying to finish a third when Naomi sank to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth with no announcement.

She’s been mercilessly edging me ever since. The only rule- I can’t beg to come. When she’s ready to let me, she will tell me. I’ve broken her rule about four times already and every time she turns on that fucking vibrator, threatening to force me to spill so she has a reason to spank me. Because amongst a variety of butt plugs of various sizes, she’s also packed a blind fold, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and a riding crop.

When I asked her what her plans had been for these items- seeing as there was no way for her to even predict we would be playing the way we currently are- she’d given me a feral grin and simply said, “I like to have fun on my own too you know.”

Whatever that show looks like, I’m dying to see it. Although, not nearly as badly as I want to come right now.

I’m almost right at the edge again when the glare of headlights cuts across the sliding glass doors and windows. Considering we are literally in the last cabin at the top of a hill, my heart immediately ricochets in my chest, and Naomi pulls off my dick with a wet pop and a muttered, “Fuck—”

“Hurry!”

I pull her to her feet, swiping her phone as I shove her toward the hall and her bedroom door just closes behind us when Poppy’s voice floats in from the porch asking if Elias can light the bonfire again.

I have to cover Naomi’s mouth to cover the hysterical laughter that threatens to break through her lips, biting back mine as I lift her up with one arm. Her legs go around my hips and my cock sinks into her heat again, her back against the door as she clicks the vibrating plug back on.

“Sadist,” I groan against her lips, driving my cock up into her while trying not to collapse from shaky leg syndrome. All of my muscles are shivering with the need to come, the tension boiling at the base of my spine overwhelming.

“Naomi, por favor,” I beg. “Please let me come, mi reina. I can’t take this anymore—” I gasp as she turns it up higher, resisting the urge to slam my hand against the door above her head. I place it there though, fingers curling against the wood as she begins using her own core strength to fuck herself on my cock.

“Coño—” I gasp against her throat, sinking my teeth into her shoulder, mirroring the bite I gave her earlier.

“You want to come, pretty boy?” She growls in my ear. “You want to come with all our friends just outside this door?”

“Please—”

“You have to be quiet,” she warns me. “You have to be very, very quie- AH!” She screams when I take her breast in hand and her nipple between my teeth. My other hand slams against the door above her, nothing but the wall and her body locked around mine keeping her afloat as I pound relentlessly into her.

I snarl in her ear, “I’m done being fucking quiet, mi reina. You are mine.” Another scream breaks her lips.

“Was that—” I hear Poppy screech, followed by Clara gasping, “Aye Dios mío!”

“Outside!” Rowan ordered. “Out, now—”

“But Graham and Naomi—”

“They’re—”

“OUT!”

My hand goes around Naomi’s throat, pulling her lips back down to mine as I feel her walls tighten like a vice around my cock, and as she screams my name on an orgasm that rattles the door, I release into her. Her name is a shout on my lips, my love for her a groan in every language I know. And when it’s over and we’re coming down from the high of too many orgasms in an hour and a half span to count, Naomi laughs. Wild, joyful, with abandon. She buries her face in the crook of my neck as my arms go around her and she laughs.

And I fall just a little deeper in love with the woman who once stole my heart from across a crowded bar.

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