Page 13 of Beautiful Killer

Sexy, vulnerable, cute, fucking perfect. I almost pounced on her.

“Why are you here?” she whispered.

I didn’t answer, didn’t even try and keep my breathing even, showing her why I was there, letting her see how much I wanted her. Showing her exactly what she was in for if she stepped back and let me inside. Again, I waited for her to decide. Let me in or shut the door on my face.

I wouldn’t blame her if she told me to fuck off.

Her fingers tightened on the edge of the door, and for a moment I thought she was going to close it, but then she pushed it wider, and she was moving forward. She collided with my chest and I wrapped her in my arms. A growl tore from me as I lifted her off her feet, then again when she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind us, spun and pressed her against the wall, and not wasting a minute, slammed my mouth down on hers. Her lips parted for me instantly and I devoured her, sliding my tongue deep, taking, taking everything I needed. The heat of her body radiated through the thin scrap of silk and I felt a tremor move through me, so fucking intense there was no way she didn’t feel it.

“Need you naked,” I grunted against her lips then, gripping her ass tighter, carried her upstairs to her room.

I didn’t want to let her go, but I forced myself to put her on the bed and tore my shirt off over my head. I flung it across the room. “Come here, Sunny.” Christ, I needed her.

She rose up, walking to me on her knees on the mattress, stopping at the edge. I slid my hands down her body, taking that slip of silk in my hands and dragging it up her body, flinging it aside as well.

“Stand up,” I said.

She did as I asked, which brought her full, bare tits to mouth level. I cupped one in my hand and dove in, sucking a taught nipple into my mouth, my other hand going to her ass, holding her to me. Her head dropped back, all that soft hair tickled my forearm, my hand. Shit, I was surrounded by her softness, her vanilla scent, her moans of pleasure. Lifting her again, I took her down to the bed, covering her, shit, reveling in the feel of her hot skin, her softness against me. I kissed her again, until she was squirming under me, until her pussy, hot against my stomach, was so fucking wet, I couldn’t think straight.

I tore my mouth away from hers, which was not easy, and climbed off the bed, so I could kick off my boots and jeans. The way she looked, lying back on the bed, hair spread across the sheets, beautiful face alive and full of need, eyes bright with excitement, those insane curves exposed to me—I was struggling to breathe.

My cock was harder than I think it’d ever been in my life. I reached down and gripped it, squeezing, sliding my fist up and down the length to ease the throbbing ache. “Roll over, Sunshine,” I forced past the lust choking me. “Face down, knees wide for me, edge of the bed.” I couldn’t look into her eyes while I fucked her, not with the way I was feeling.

Her breathing turned erratic, her full breasts swaying with each inhale as she quickly did as I asked.

“Fuck.” It was barely a word, more a guttural sound that burst from the back of my throat. She was wet and pink and swollen and so damn ready for my cock.

I moved up behind her, then slid my hands up her spine and back down. Shit. I wanted inside her, right goddamn now . . . but I needed to taste her first, couldn’t stop myself. I dropped to my knees behind her and buried my face between her ass cheeks. She cried out in surprise then pressed back almost instantly. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, holding her where I wanted her, while I ate her, her pussy, her ass, close to losing my shit completely, listening to her cries and moans—the way she jerked and tore at the sheets when I shoved my tongue inside her and used my fingers on her clit, rubbing her fast.

She stilled, arching, forcing her ass higher, then she was screaming, pulsing against my mouth, coming nice and hard for me. She started to collapse on the mattress, so I stood, grabbed her hips, and hiked her back up, holding her where I wanted her, lined up my cock and . . .

“Shit, condom,” I gritted out.

She looked at me over her shoulder. “God, I don’t . . . I don’t have any, but I’m clean,” she said, voice full of need. “If you want to . . .” her voice trailed off.

Jesus, the idea of having her with no barriers made my dick throb harder. “I am, too, but are you sure? You’re covered?”

Her eyes were glazed with lust and at her small nod and rasped, “It’s fine. We’re okay.” I lost the tiny bit of control I was hanging onto and shoved home.

She stiffened, face twisting to the side, mouth open, a low moan bursting past her lips. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

“Brace, Sunny,” I growled.

Her fingers curled back into the sheets, her tongue sliding over her lower lip before she pressed her lips together.

Beautiful. I slid out then slammed back in. She cried out, getting off on what I was doing to her as much as I was.

“Gonna fuck you hard now, Sunshine.”

She started shaking. “I . . . I’m going to come again.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” I hissed through my teeth, then started pounding into her hard enough the bed shook, and the headboard was close to busting through the goddamn wall.

Sunny started coming again almost instantly, squeezing down so hard around my cock that bright lights were flashing behind my eyelids. I held off, just, pulled out, flipped her to her back then filled her again, grinding and fucking into her, my mouth fused with hers, tasting her cries, her pleas for more, and I gave it to her. I gave her more, I gave her everything.

I finally let myself go when she came again, when she screamed my name, her nails clawing at my back like they had the last time. I loved it. I wanted her marks on me. I wanted to look at them in the mirror and know she’d given them to me. That I’d pleased her, made her come so hard she’d lost control. That she’d given me everything as well.

I collapsed on top of her, still moving, but slower now, taking, giving, every last bit of pleasure there was to be had.

Her hands slid down my back, to my ass, and those nails dug in. I growled. She turned into me, mouth to my throat and she sucked on my skin, nipped, kissed her way up to my ear.

“I’ve never had sex like that before,” she said, husky and sexy as fuck.

I lifted, looked down at her. “Not finished yet.” She stared up into my eyes and I felt her shiver beneath me. “You good with that?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m good with that.”

I tried to tell myself I meant tonight only, but that would be lying. I had no idea why she wanted to spend time with me, why she opened her door to me tonight and let me have her again. I didn’t know her, she didn’t know me, and as much as I wanted to, I had no idea what went on in her head. One thing I was sure of, though—this hooking up with random assholes wasn’t something she did on a regular. She hadn’t been with anyone for three years before that first night with me. But for some screwed up reason, she wanted me, and I couldn’t walk away from that. Not yet.

So no, tonight wouldn’t be enough, not by a long shot.