Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
I slowly crawl out from underneath the bed, carefully checking if anyone is in the room before I get up. I can hear the shower running down the hallway, which means that fucker is still here.
I look at her lying in her bed, one hand above her head, her legs parted, hair splayed, as though the last bit of energy was siphoned away by a guy intent on solely meeting his own needs.
Fishing my knife from my pocket, I hover over her, trailing the knife across her skin.
I could kill her right now. Stop both our secrets from getting out. Puncture her skin and end this game of cat and mouse we’ve got going on.
But this is the first time I can finally have a good look at my pretty little killer, and now that I’ve finally gotten close enough without her trying to kill me, I want more.
With the knife, I push away some of her neatly combed black hair, and she moans, rubbing her pretty plump lips together before she turns her head sideways into the blade, almost like an invitation to cut her again and make her bleed. But that skin is so pristine. I can see her veins pulsing with heat, throbbing with an unquenched desire.
A desire that makes me lick my lips and swallow as the animal within me comes alive.
She looks gorgeous up close. Too perfect to even break through her skin, no matter how tempted I am. Like a pretty little doll waiting to be petted and owned.
I lean in to listen to her breathing. It picks up. Maybe she’s dreaming … dreaming about the party and our dance… dreaming about me laying waste to her mouth and her pussy …
Dreaming about how that fucker just left her high and dry to go jerk off in the shower.
My nostrils flare as I trail the knife down her sharp jawline and neck.
“I could give you so much more …” I whisper as the knife travels down her chest, across her ample breasts and peaked nipples underneath the fabric, all the way down to her belly.
Half her body hides underneath a blanket, but I won’t let that get in my way as I pull it off. Her legs are partially over the edge of the bed, her dress is scooted up a little, and her pussy is on full display, panties still on the floor. And fuck me, with the moonlight finally allowing me a glimpse of what she has to offer, I can’t stop looking at it.
Mouthwatering.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as I let the knife travel down her thighs, which clench with lingering arousal. Even in her sleep, her legs fall apart as though they’re inviting me.
And I can’t help but sink to my knees behind the bed where she lies and lean in, the knife still firmly lodged in my hand. But instead of driving it into her skin, I grasp ahold of her thighs, and sniff.
The smell. God, the fucking smell …
My dick hardens in my pants as I bring my mouth to her pussy.
The first lick is divine.
She tastes exactly like I imagined she would. Like innocence and sin combined into perfection. A perfect girl for a wicked sinner like me.
So I continue licking, lapping her up until she squirms in her sleep. A soft moan leaves her mouth, and her cheeks become pink as I circle my tongue around and around her clit. She’s slowly becoming wetter and wetter, much wetter than she was before that fucker left, I’m sure.
Has he ever even touched her?
Made her feel good?
Licked her the way I’m licking her now?
I groan with both frustration and excitement as I kiss her sensitive spot, the knife still clutched firmly against the side of her thigh while I wonder if I should end it all.
But this killer pussy … it tastes so good, and I can’t fucking get enough.
She moans out loud and suddenly stretches her arms, her eyes fluttering open, slowly homing in on the guy perched between her legs. But even that won’t stop me from eating her out.
LANA
My body feels hot and heavy as I wake up panting in bed, breathing heavy breaths.
Did I have a sex dream?
About Jason?
No, that can’t be it, I’ve never pictured him as anything other than an okay kisser, and someone to get a quick and easy fix.
But this … what I’m feeling right now is pure and utter lust.
My eyes open slowly, wondering what’s going on, but as my eyelids flutter they home in on something—or someone—perched between my legs at the bottom of the bed with a mask on. Someone whose tongue dips into me, causing shivers all across my body.
Oh God.
Jason? I thought he said he went to shower.
Arousal builds and builds in my body as he swivels his tongue around my clit, leaving me wet and breathless, and fuck me, I’ve never been licked like this before. That, or I’m too drunk from the wine to care. But I didn’t have that many glasses, right? Or maybe they just hit harder than I assumed they would.