Page 27 of Killing Me Softly


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Ash

The shrill, brain cutting noise of my phone’s ringer wakes me long before I’m ready to open my eyes. Daylight has broken outside, but it has that milky, washed out look of very early morning.

“What is that?” Bea asks groggily, shifting a little in my arms, but only to get closer.

I’m more than ready to get a whole lot closer to her right now. I can still taste her on my lips, still feel her on my cock, and if only my damn phone would stop making that loud noise, I could refresh my memory of it all.

But as soon as it stops ringing, it starts up again.

“It’s my phone, I should get it,” I say, slowly disentangling myself from her arms and from the sheets so I can get up.

The bed was so warm and pleasant, but the room is cold as hell and I have to check all three of the pockets of my jeans before finding the phone in the fourth. The call is form a withheld number.

“This is Fuse. Cross wants to see you,” a man barks into the phone.

“When?” I ask, looking back over my shoulder at Bea, alone in the warm, soft bed. She’s propped up on one elbow, her long, ember red hair hanging down her soft breasts, the flesh starkly pale in comparison. Milky and just as sweet. I’ll never get enough of her. One taste and I was a goner. For good.

“Right now, come out,” Fuse says, wrecking the pleasant river of my thoughts and plans for the immediate future.

“You have to go?” she asks as hang up the phone.

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to,” I say, smiling at her as I walk over to the bed and lay down next to her, scooping her into my arms and kissing her like the wild and gorgeous goddess that she is. Her skin on my skin, her tongue in my mouth is the closest thing to heaven on earth I know. Her pussy wrapped around my cock is heaven.

I slide in easily, her body open and mine for the taking and as I realize that, no other thought can enter my brain. Until her soft moans, timed perfectly to the thrusts of my cock, the absolute ecstasy of her soft, velvety pulses of her pussy. I could just slow fuck her like this for hours, days even. I already tried that last night. But this pleasure she gives me, this pleasure we take from each other demands its due. I need more, I need all of her, all the time, now and then and tomorrow. It’s not something I can explain. But I sure feel it, in every fiber of my body.

We come at the same time, her pussy gripping my cock, milking me dry, threatening never to let go. I wish she wouldn’t.

“You sure you have to leave?” she asks softly, breathlessly, her eyes barely open, my cock still inside her.

I kiss her as I slide out of her and stand up.

“The sooner I go, the sooner I’ll be back,” I say. “Call me if you need anything.”

We’d exchanged phone numbers while we were still at that club last night. That’s how eager I was to never lose touch with her again.

She pouts a little, while I get dressed, but she lets me go with another deep kiss that I’ll never forget.

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