Page 226 of Shhh…It’s A Killer Story

“First,” I say, kissing up the column of her neck as I slide my hand

down her body.

“You’ll come on my fingers.”

Her lips part, eyes flutter closed, and a barely audible sigh finds a way

out when I circle her clit.

“Good girl,” I whisper, my cock straining against the zipper of my

Jeans.

“Focus on how you feel and nothing else, feel my fingers baby, move with me. Show me what you like baby.” My fingers slide left and right, then in small circles, her wetness aiding my work, bringing her closer.

“Chase that high, baby. You want to scream? Scream. You want to keep it

in? Do it. Don’t think.”

With each stroke, her moans lose their softness, and her petite body

shudders with waves of pleasure. I love how she pulls me in, rediscovering

my lips over and over again.

“I’m so close,” she utters minutes later.

“That’s it baby.” I tease her entrance, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine. Every sound, every

spasm, every fucking thing about you is mine. ” A low rumble begins in my chest, cutting off words when her orgasm hits.

“There it is, good girl. Ride it, baby.”

Her breathing hiccups, and she’s coming. Hard. So hard her legs shake,

and toes curl, and her lips part. She gouges her nails down my back,

scraping long lines as I watch.

I stare.

She throws her head back, throat exposed, and moans in a soft

staccato. I brush my lips along her collarbones. She squeezes her thighs together, still shuddering.

“Fuck. You’re perfect baby, you know that? Now you’ll come on my lips again. I miss your taste and I’m starving.”

“I... I-”

“You’ve never made yourself come twice in a row?”

“No, I didn’t think I could.”

I take my jeans off and move down, hooking my arms under her knees. I nose a line down her abdomen before licking her slowly. She tastes like fucking vanilla candy. Sweet... so fucking sweet.

Her thighs quiver around my head as a needy whimper hits my ears,