Page 37 of The Killer Card

Please, don’t stop touching me.

“Ay, gracias a Dios, coño,” he groans as his fingers take hold of the place where my thighs curve. His fingers test just how deeply he can dig before I give the tie a firm yank.

He lightens up, his breathing growing ragged and shallow. “Come here,” he growls, yanking my hips forward. I let out a cry of absolute pleasure when his tongue sinks into me, digging a hand deep into his hair to hold him there. Fuck, I want to hold him here, just like this, forever.

No one- and I mean no one- has ever made me come before. Not with their mouth, their fingers, their cock. I have left so many sexual encounters disappointed, turned over so many times for a vibrator or just used my fingers after my partners fall asleep. The way Graham makes my legs quake is unprecedented, the reach he manages to get with his tongue carnal. And when he sucks on my clit—

“Yes!” I scream. “Just like that- Fuck, your so fucking good—” I gasp, his arm banding around my hips to keep me aloft when my legs tremble too hard to hold me up. “God—”

Suddenly he stops and I yank the tie forward, trying to drag him back in but he resists. I watch as he licks his lips clean of me. “While I appreciate being confused with an almighty deity, I really want to hear you scream my name—”

He gasps when I yank the tie again, tightening it around his throat. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make requests, pretty boy.” A hand on the back of his head, I push his face between my thighs again. “Eat.”

Graham moans, immediately reattaching his lips to my clit and sucking, hard. When his tongue flicks across the over-sensitive bud, I come so hard I collapse completely into his hold. I release my hold on the tie in favor of his hair.

“YES! Graham- Yes!” I scream and cry, both his arms holding me against his face as he licks up every drop of my arousal.

When he finally comes up for air, he’s grinning, licking his lips and immediately begging with urgency, “Por favor, por favor, por favor, let me fuck you, mi reina. Por favor… antes de que me vuelva loco por tenerte.”

“Yes—” I nod vigorously. “Yes- Ah!”

Graham is on his feet in an instant, sweeping me into his arms. I tug at his tie, pulling his lips to mine as he navigates through his apartment on muscle memory alone. Our kisses all night have been nothing but tongue and teeth and the need to devour each other’s every breath. There’s no room between us for even the idea of oxygen. Fuck it, we’ll die just like this. Which might be cruel of me considering he’s made me come on his tongue twice and he’s only finished- in his pants, untouched- once. I’d be a pretty poor Dom if I left him like that after how good he’s been.

When we make it to his bedroom he crawls onto the bed, laying me down atop the tangle of his sheets and comforter. His hands slide up my sides, taking my dress with him until he’s forced to break our kiss to pull it over my head. “Coño…” he whispers, taking in the length of my naked body, the peak of my nipples, the muscled lines of my abdomen thanks to years of Pilates. “No puedo resistirte…”

I have no fucking clue what he just said but the passion behind it is too hot for me to care. Especially when he dips in and takes my right nipple between his teeth. I gasp, weaving my fingers back into his hair. It’s so lush and thick and so much softer than I imagined it would be. Like the good boy he is, Graham gives equal attention to my left breast, cupping it in his hand for better access.

His hips, slotted between my legs, begin to grind involuntarily, the hard ridge of his cock against my clit reminding me he is still wearing too many clothes.

“Take off your pants.”

Lips trailing a line between my breasts to my neck, Graham does exactly what he’s told. It almost makes me miss the brat he’s been these last few months, but I have no doubt I’ll be getting the chance to punish him very soon. Not tonight, not when he’s been so good, but soon.

I listen for his shoes thudding against the floor, then the clatter of his belt as they go too. When I feel the fabric of his briefs vanish and nothing is between my needy core and his rigid length I take hold of his tie again.

“On your back,” I tell him.

He blinks down at me for a second and I think maybe his brain is exploding. Then he carefully climbs off of me, laying on his back, allowing me to look at him- to really look at him- for the first time.

My first thought is that he seems taller when stretched out in bed, his long legs behind me as I straddle his thighs. The second thing I think is fuck, does he live in the fucking gym? His abs are so hard beneath my fingers I’m afraid I might break a nail if I tap them a little too hard. He’s got a script tattoo across his ribs, one I’m surprised to see on someone as convivial as him.

“Memento vivere, ne moriaris,” I read. “Remember to live because you will die.”

“Remember to live or you will die,” he corrects, shivering beneath the scratch of my nails. “It’s the only one, I swear—”

“It’s okay,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss the tattoo. “When did you get it?”

He seems to have to think for a long time. “Nineteen? Just one of many, many bad decisions. But I still get it touched up every few years. Elias has a guy.”

Yes, we’ve all seen Elias’s dozens of tattoos. The man is more ink than skin at this point. Raking my nails down his abdomen, I let my eyes drop to observe the indecent twitch of his cock. The tip leaks, precum sliding over the angry, red crest and along a very prominent vein. One day I’m going to run my tongue along that vein, but my pussy is already clenching with need for him. Just to torture him a little while longer, I run a finger down his length, collecting his arousal and bringing it to my lips for a leisurely taste.

“Coño…” Graham curses, his hands sliding along my thighs. “Mi reina, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast if you keep torturing me.”

“You’ve already ruined your pants tonight,” I remind him, watching the color creep up his neck. I slide my hand slowly up his shaft again watching the tip leak obscenely. “How much more embarrassing can it get?”

“Mi reina…” He groans. “Por favor—”

“Beg.” I shift forward enough that the heat of my arousal caresses his length without letting him in. He’s big, long and thick, very possibly the biggest I’ve had- not that I’ll ever tell him that. Not unless he asks very nicely.