Page 30 of Killer Bones

A full-mouthed, tongue delving, hard-breathing kiss.

“I wasn’t going to—” I murmur, kissing her nose while below my cock is jammed into her soft stomach.

“Fuck me?”

“Nope.”

“So…” She gulps a breath. “If what Montez wants is what you never do?—”

“I get it, but no.”

Except, she’s right. Letting him dictate what I’m not doing is as bad as obeying him.

I haul her up the wall until I’m poised to enter her. Again, I remember she’s bleeding from the fisting and that shouldn’t matter at all, and she’s ready and turned on.

But shoving my dick in there seems an awful thing to do. Have I grown morals?

So I push her to her knees, and she goes down obediently.

“Your mouth,” I add, sternly, harsh of voice and desperate. “Tell me to use you.”

“Oh.” Her pupils are swimming with utter blackness, blown wide and innocent. “Use me, please, sir.”

Sir. Again. Then she opens and that round, tongue-wet hole is somehow a pit leading to my personal hell.

Now who is sick?

She’s dead tomorrow unless I perform a miracle. I’m aware I’m a bad man, but this bad?

I’m already groaning, as I stick my cock in that hole of hers.

It slides, clamped onto by lips, grazed by teeth, and I grab a bunch of her wet hair and force my way in, all the way to the back. She splutters around me.

The build-up has been so over the top, so prolonged, that I can tell I’m going to come after only a few mouth-deep strokes. I grit my teeth and pause, panting, determined to hold myself back. Then her kitten eyes meet mine, and I’m gone.

A blindfold, next time. I’m laughing at my thought even as I shove in and suck my cock out, groaning, grunting, close to the peak…

I’m pumping and full of come to the brim, ready to burst everything in the following explosion, from eyes to cock to balls to the blood vessels in my throat.

Then I find her throat on the next thrust and I’m abso-fucking-lutely gone.

Muscles taut, snarling, I pour myself into her.

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At the last, he jams himself fully into my mouth and my throat. I feel the swell in his cock a moment before his come jets in, turbo charged. Most I swallow, but as he withdraws and twitches, he pumps more come. I’m choking and spluttering, with stuff coming out my nose and eyes, and I really hope those are tears. My mouth is full of him while our eyes are still locked, and I don’t dare to pull away. Not that I can. His hands seem twined into my very scalp.

Then he extracts himself and I gulp in air.

I’ve a halfhearted grip on the front of his wet thighs. The hair and solid muscle slides under my palms.

I’m drowning, heaving for breath, when I sag onto my knees and spit. I clean off, splashing my face with handfuls of water before I start to rise. With a hand under my arm, he helps me gather my feet under me on the slippery floor.

Then Adelmo cups my face and lowers himself to crush his lips to mine.

The kiss is unexpected and surprisingly gentle—for him. He angles his head as he engulfs my mouth in this thorough, heart-stealing kiss. My hands raised, I search his face, the muscles of his shoulders, wondering if I can somehow absorb him, know him, from this simple joining.