Page 148 of Beautiful Scars

I put the knife down, and slide my fingers over my entrance. Then I bring them to his lips. “Lick.”

He makes another sound, but I don’t know if it’s a growl or a groan. His head ducks forward, his warm breath puffing against my lower belly as he sucks my fingers into his mouth. His eyelids flutter, and for some reason that makes my pussy clench.

God, I’m in the fucking stratosphere right now. Drunk on this strange power I’ve taken, I can’t seem to stop myself.

That, and the look in Kill’s eyes. He was angry before. Furious even. Now he just looks...ready.

I almost wish he wasn’t tied up. But he’d take over again, I know it, and where would that leave me? So I play with my clit inches from his face as he watches, clicking my tongue every time his eyes come back to mine. Forcing him to watch me build to a slow climax as his breath warms my skin.

I move closer to his parted lips, an orgasm now seconds away. “Lick,” I command him, tightening my grip in his hair.

He glares up at me, challenging me, so I lower my hips until my pussy brushes his lips. “Lick.”

When his tongue touches me, I throw my head back and groan. His mouth is hot and wet against my clit. My body shudders as his tongue slides deep inside me. He’s disobeying me, but I can’t control myself. I grind against his mouth as hard as I can, the hand in his hair keeping his head in place.

I hear a muffled, “Fuck,” under me, but I’m past the point of damage control. Instead I fuck his face as slow and as hard as I can.

“Oh God, Kill,” I murmur. “I’m coming.”

He groans, and that vibration tears through me, sending me over the edge and into oblivion. I come in his mouth, gasping through my climax, staring down at him with awe. His tongue darts deep inside me, and I know it’s not enough. I can’t leave without having his cock stretching me, filling me all the way.

And it would be the worst way to leave him, too, especially if I don’t let him come.

As soon as my climax peters out to the point where my muscles unlock, I climb down his body, trailing furious bites and kisses over his muscles and scars. I reach his cock, my body nestled between his powerful thighs, and stare up at him as I slowly lick his trembling shaft from the base right to the tip.

The sound he makes causes my clit to throb between my legs, my pussy clenching as if he’s six inches inside me.

So I do it again.

“Fuck, Meisie,” he grates out, his hips bucking.

I’m tempted to fetch the knife and force him to lie still, but I’m too scared I’ll accidentally cut him. The last thing I want is him bleeding out before I’m done. So I flick my tongue over the crown of his dick a few times until he’s groaning like he’s in physical pain, and then I get up and position myself right over his cock.

He’s breathing hard, watching me through slitted eyes. And I’m suddenly grateful I tied him up, because I can’t imagine the suffering he’d inflict on me if he’d been free.

“One last fuck for old time’s sake?” I ask, gently grabbing his cock and holding it an inch away from my entrance.

His answer is a pained groan. He yanks his arm, and the whole bed shakes. My stomach flips over in fright, and it’s all I can do not to go running.

I force my shocked expression into a smile. “You don’t scare me.”

“Let me loose, and you’ll be singing a different tune,” he growls.

“I like you better this way.” I run my hand down his shaft, hard and slow, and his eyes slide shut as he lets out another groan. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me one last time.”

“Christ, woman.”

I pump him again, harder, but slower. “What do you want me to do, Kill?”

“Get on my fucking cock,” he says, his eyes like daggers.

“What’s the magic word?”

He grimaces at me, so I pump him again, even dipping down a little so the tip of his cock brushes my pussy.

“Say it.”

“Please.” He pushes the word through his teeth.