Page 79 of The Killer Card

“I love you,” I moan. “God, Graham, I love you.” I kiss his face. His cheeks his temple, his nose. “Don’t stop,” I beg, his hand slipping between us to rub at my clit with every deep push inside me. “Please don’t stop!”

I don’t know what I’m begging him for. Not to stop fucking me. Not to stop loving me. I hardly know where he ends and I begin. We’re so entwined together, body, heart, and soul I’m afraid that if we ever tried to come apart the effect would be cataclysmic.

“Fuck, Naomi,” he groans into my shoulder, sinking his teeth into my flesh. “I need to come! Fuck, I’m going to—”

“Inside me,” I command him, gripping his hair, holding him closer to me. “Come inside me—”

“Coño, mi reina—” He roars. “I’m coming! Fuck, Naomi!”

“Graham!” I clutch at him as we both crash over the edge, my walls clenching around his pulsing erection as he spills deep inside me.

We continue to hold each other as I tremble under him and he shivers over me, careful not to put all his weight down for fear of crushing me. We’re sweaty, slick with my arousal and his, panting out every breath and that’s when he decides to ask, “Did you mean it…?”

My brain has yet to catch up with reality, my fingers still shaking as I drag them through his wayward curls. “What…?”

“When you said you love me…” He whispers, his voice cracking. “Did you mean it…?”

“Graham—”

He pushes up on his hands face hovering over mine. His eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. “Por favor, mi reina. Don’t lie to me, just… If you didn’t mean it just tell me and I’ll—”

“Graham.” I take his face between my hands, his eyes opening to reveal tears swimming in his forest greens. “I meant every word.” I brush the lock of hair from his forehead, the backs of my eyes burning. I bite down on my trembling lip. “I do love you. I think I always have, I was just too scared to admit it. I was a broken monster, and you deserved so much better—”

“I never wanted better.” He gathers me in his arms, kissing me fiercely and I feel his cock length and harden again inside me. “I only ever wanted you. I will only ever want you—”

He kisses me again, all tongue and teeth, the taste of me still lingering on his lips. He begins to move again, this time slowly, the drag of his cock pulling tears from eyes. And then I’m sobbing, hot tears rolling down my cheeks while he makes gentle love to me on the leather couch that smells of his cologne and my shampoo. It’s intoxicating, a heady mixture that has my orgasm building quickly, my hips rocking up to meet his, my nipples rubbing against his chest.

“I love you,” he breathes into my sin. “I love you. I love you. I love you—”

“I love you,” I moan. “Fuck, Graham, I—”

I’m coming again, raking my nails down his back until he’s following me over the edge. Graham unsticks curls from my cheeks, brushing them from my face with that wide, boyish smile I’ve missed.

Checking his watch, Graham looks around the living room, and then the kitchen. “How much longer do you think we have before they start heading back?”

I raise a brow, checking his watch upside down. “I don’t know,” I shake my head. “Maybe an hour? Two if we’re lucky?”

“Enough time for me to fuck you on that counter? Maybe the table?” He suggests and I laugh. “That is, if you’re not too sore? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No,” I shake my head, leaning up to kiss him. “I feel fine.” I tilt my head back to look into the kitchen. “Fuck me on the table? No, but eat me on the table and fuck me on the counter,” I meet his mischievous grin with one of my own. “I challenge you to beat your record, pretty boy.”

Biting his lip, Graham slips out of my pussy, throwing me over his shoulder with a swift smack to my ass. I squeal, “Did you just spank me- Ah!” He does it again. “Graham!”

“I do believe you told me to master you tonight,” he reminds me, setting my ass on the table. He bites a little too hard at my bottom lip, forcing my knees apart as he sinks down to his on the wooden floor. “Scenes not over yet, mi reina. Keep these open, or I’m afraid I’ll have to give you much worse than a little spanking.”

Heat creeps up my chest and I lean back on my hands, widening my thighs, opening myself up to him further. “You have ten minutes to make me come or it’s you who will be getting punished.”

His lips spread in a wide grin. “Oh, mamí, we both know I can do it in five.”

I grab hold of his hair, dragging his mouth into my pussy, already coated and dripping with his seed. “Make it three and I’ll show you what toys I brought with me.”

His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. “My favorites?”

“Maybe.” I push his head down. “Now eat.”

And fuck, does he eat. He licks, sucks and devours every last fucking drop more than earning his special reward.

Chapter Twenty-Six