Page 49 of The Killer Card

“I swear to God, Rowan, if you’re here to try and get me to go for a fucking run again I swear—"

And then I’m being mauled.

Not like in the literal bear sense, but her nails are definitely sharp enough to be considered a health hazard. I for one have zero to less survival instincts because the moment her lips hit mine and her tongue is in my mouth and I am wrapped in her scent I’m kicking the door closed and lifting her against it for better leverage.

It can be assumed that I have been trained very quickly to recognize Naomi Mychal by only her perfume. It’s Pavlovian how instantly I get hard for her. And with my hands supporting her perfect ass, and her fingers clawing their way through my hair as she grinds down on my length like a panther in heat—

“Coño—” I tear my mouth away from hers, sure that if I looked in a mirror I’d look like a clown the way her lipstick is smeared across her lips. “Naomi, mamí, you have to slow down a second or I won’t last—”

“You’ll live,” she pants, climbing down from my hold and shoving my shoulders until I’m on my knees on my own goddamn living room floor. She rucks up her skirt revealing nothing underneath and… Yep, I am dead. That is the only explanation for any of this. Somehow I made it into Heaven. Her hand finds the back of my head, practically shoving my face between her legs. “Eat me.”

Mierda, she doesn’t need to ask me twice.

I dive into her heat like a man on a fucking mission and that mission is to make Naomi Mychal come on my tongue so hard she drowns me. Top tier option on my ways to die Bingo card.

Grabbing hold of her thighs I leave divots in the place where her pert ass curves and I go to fucking town, licking and sucking, devouring her until her legs are quaking and I am all that is keeping her standing. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling hard enough to make my cock twitch eagerly in my sweatpants, but I don’t dare reach between my legs. Not until she tells me I can. There is absolutely a chance I’ll just combust from the taste of her but it’s a chance I’m willing to take. Honestly, if I hadn’t taken care of myself in the shower before she got here, that kiss she gave me alone would have been enough.

I am gone for this woman. I want her to possess me. I want to worship her on my knees, on my back- any way she wants me I am fucking there. She wants me to wear a collar and a leash, I’m so down. She wants to take a switch to my ass, sign me the fuck up. She wants to send me to work with a vibrating plug in my ass, wouldn’t be the first time.

Literally anything she asks, I’m her guy.

“Fuck, Graham—” She gasps.

I drop one of my hands from her thigh, relying on the wall and my face to keep her upright. But I don’t reach for my aching erection. No, there is a much better use for my fingers right now. She’s tight as hell when I slide my middle finger inside her, stretching her until I fit my index finger inside too. Then I add my ring finger, and I curl them deep inside her until she’s screaming—

“OH FUCK! GRAHAM—” She grabs my hair so hard, her walls clenching around my hand so tight I’m pretty sure she does structural damage to my finger bones. “YES!”

Naomi comes so hard I see stars, suffocating myself in her wet folds as she claims my hand hostage inside her perfect pussy. She’s gasping for air when she comes down from the high, ripping me up from my knees by my hair so she can claim my mouth.

“Wait, let me—” She doesn’t give me time to finish, doesn’t let me even grab the hem of my shirt to wipe my lips clean of her. She dives in, tongue and all, shoving me until the backs of my knees hit the arm of my couch.

It’s low enough that I lose my balance, falling back on the leather cushion. I brace myself on my forearms, mouth opening to ask what the hell has gotten into her, but no sound comes out. Because I’m struck dumb at the sight of her peeling her sundress over her head to reveal the taut lines of her belly and the firm globes of her perky breasts.

“Coño de la madre…”

“Strip, pretty boy,” she orders and I have never torn clothes from my body faster in my entire life. First I lose the shirt, then immediately the sweatpants which already have a decent wet spot on the front from how heavily my cock has been leaking at the mere sight of her.

It takes all of my self-control not to combust as she crawls over the arm of the couch, up my body and plants her knees on either side of my hips. The heat of her is right there, the head of my dick notched at her entrance when she leans in, taking my face between her thumb and forefingers to kiss me into fucking oblivion once again. She tastes like merlot and sin, and I indulge deeply as she slowly sinks down onto my weeping cock.

“Fuuuuck.”

My eyes roll back into my skull the moment she fully seats herself on me and that is it. It is decided. This is all I will need for the rest of life. I will literally become this woman’s goddamn throne for the rest of my days.

“Díos, Naomi,” I groan, watching where we’re joined as she rises up and then sinks back down. “You’re a fucking goddess, mi reina. Yes! Ride me—”

Her fingers tighten on my jaw. “Stop talking,” she hisses and I am very suddenly aware that this… Is not meant to be fun…

I can see it now that she looms over me, her nails biting into my skin. She’s fucking furious, her eyes are burning with it just as passionately as her desire. Naomi is angry. At herself, at me, I have no fucking clue but the way she rides my cock is not slow or leisurely. She rides me like she’s trying to claim something, like she’s been deprived some sacred right for too long and is going to take it no matter what.

Honestly, it makes me feel a little used for a second, but then her pussy clenches around my cock and I realize I couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Use me, mi reina.”

One of my hands finds her hip, guiding her as she rocks and bounces seeking her pleasure any way she can get it, seeking friction I finally give her when my thumb finds her clit. She screams, loud enough that there is no doubt we’re waking some of my neighbors. I’m also pretty sure I left a window open in my bedroom but fuck it. Let them hear the way this pussy cries for me.

“Yes!” She gasps, her head thrown back until the tips of her braids brush my thighs. “That’s it! Just like that! I’m so close! Don’t stop! I- AH!”

The moment I feel the first wave of her orgasm the building pleasure I have been fighting bursts and I watch as half of what I spill inside her leaks down her sable thighs as she rides out her orgasm, chasing more and more and more—