Page 6 of Death Kiss

He’s used to us being unable to keep away from one another.

Reaching down, I slide two fingers over the tip of my cock, into her mouth and hook them. It forces her to look up at me.

‘Eyes on me while you show me who you belong to.’ My words make her pupils dilate, her lips sucking my fingers deeper. I press them along her tongue until she gags, her eyes watering and globs of saliva coating my dick.

Removing my fingers, I wipe them against my hip as she slides her lips over my length, licking and sucking while maintaining eye contact. Pleasure unfurls with each swipe of her mouth.

‘God, I’m so obsessed with you,’ I manage through a choked moan. ‘That fucking mouth of yours is going to end me.’

My praise only spurs her on. To take more. To be dirtier. To gag and grin and soak me with spit. Pressing forward, I back her against the opposite counter, trapping her between my cock and the cupboards.

She whimpers when I feed my hands into her hair, knowing that I’ll take her mouth the way she likes best.

Harsh.

Unrelenting.

Taking what I need while giving her the darkness she craves.

Her blonde tresses snag between my fingers as I push deeper, feeling her throat clench around my swollen tip. It takes all my focus not to fill her pretty mouth with my orgasm, but I’m not ready.

‘That’s it, Kat.’ My balls tighten as a tear cascades down her cheek. ‘God, you look delicious swallowing me down.’

‘Mmph,’ she splutters as I pull back then slam back into the tight ring of her throat.

‘I don’t care if you want to keep me to yourself,’ I grunt, twisting my fingers to tighten my grip. ‘As long as I’m yours.’

She nods, sucking me down and looking up at me with her shiny blue eyes.

My dirty girl.

My perfect partner.

Resisting the urge to spill hot cum down her throat, I pull her to her feet, wrapping a hand around her neck. A little gasp escapes from her lips before I crush mine over them.

It’s less a kiss and more of a claim. Each stroke of my tongue screams mine. Each stuttered moan filled with need.

Need to consume her to quiet the increasing demands of the demons inside me.

The ones that scream louder every time we add a name to the list.

Every time Ellie mentions Sam.

Or when I think about putting my girl in danger.

I want them to die. Fuck. I need it. They deserve it. But at what cost?

Kat wraps her legs around me, my hands dropping to her perfect ass, tugging her tight against my still wet cock.

‘Liam,’ she groans as I nudge against her still-clothed cunt, feeling the heat of it through the material. ‘Fuck me.’

‘Soon, Princess. First I have a gift for you.’

She grins and plants a fresh kiss on me while I carry her toward our bedroom, a distant grumble of a disapproving cat sounding as we pass Reggie’s room.

‘I sure hope it’s your fat cock,’ she whispers.

I can’t help but laugh as I drop her onto our bed.