Page 7 of My Little Girl


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I shudder, biting my lip again. Some deep part of me stirs awake, pushing past my usual defenses. I hear myself whisper as this awoken version overtakes me. “Yes sir.” My voice is barely a breath, I wouldn’t be certain he heard me if it weren’t for the flash of heat in his eyes.

Standing upright, he releases my wrist. “You want it, take it out.” He demands, watching me closely.

I reach forward with shaky hands, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. As I begin to pull down the fabric, Killian grips my jaw and forces my gaze up to his. “Good girl.” He murmurs, stroking my chin.

My pussy clenches and I shift on the table. I keep pushing my hands down, feeling the resistance before his cock springs freefrom the waistband. I’m aching to look at him, to touch him, but I don’t dare move. Not until I’m given permission to do so.

Killian remains motionless, chest rising and falling with each breath. His thumb brushes along my lower lip and I part them, inviting him in. He groans and pushes his thumb into my mouth. “Fuck.” He mutters as I close my lips and suck, running my tongue along the tip.

Angling his hand, he pushes the thumb in farther, pressing flat against my tongue and making me gag. At the sound, he moves so quickly I gasp around his thumb as he is suddenly pressing his cock into my pussy. A wave of disappointment washes over me as I realize I might not get to see him after all. The feeling doesn’t linger, quickly replaced by frenzied need as he pushes inside of me.

He gives a couple shallow shifts of his hips before slipping his thumb from my mouth. I move to look down but his fingers capture my face again. “I didn’t say you could look.” He snaps, the look in his eyes fills me with lust-drunk fear. The emotions don’t make sense together, a power struggle that distracts me enough I don’t recognize the look until it’s too late.

Killian pulls his hips back, the head of his cock resting at my entrance. I don’t have time to miss the pressure as he moves his hand and shoves three fingers down my throat in the same moment he thrusts inside my pussy.

My scream is cut off by the gags elicited by his assault on my mouth. He keeps his fingers pressed against the back of my throat, choking me from the inside. My eyes water as I begin to grow desperate for air. Even amidst the terror of losing my ability to breathe, my body moves to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Stars begin to dot my vision as it darkens and my movements grow sluggish.

Killian doesn’t stop slamming his hips against my thighs, the sound of our skin slapping together barely audible over mythundering heartbeat. My pussy clenches as I feel the pressure begin to build again.

Oh so this is what all the hype about auto-erotic asphyxiation is about.

Desperate for air, my body jerks in his hold, my lungs screaming in protest.

I’m so close, I can’t die this close to orgasming.

For unknown reasons that I can only thank the gods for, Killian takes pity on me. Snaking his hand between our bodies, he pinches my clit and it’s enough to rip another climax from my body. My mouth opens around his hand, drool spilling down my chin as I scream without air.

I feel the sensations easing at the same time my consciousness does.

At least I won’t be forever edged as a ghost.

Is the last thought I have before I die.

Chapter 6

Killian

I know I’m fucked when I feel her spasming around my cock. It doesn’t matter what carefully laid plans I had, doesn’t matter what possible consequences there might be. I need to feel this again. I need the sounds of her gags to fill my ears. Even as I watch the life drain from her eyes, I know I won’t go through with it.

Cursing, I speed up my thrusts, pounding into her limp body as I remove my fingers from her mouth. She doesn’t suck in a breath so I know I only have a few minutes until I do irreversible damage. Gripping her hips, I slam forward, replaying the sounds of her coming in my head. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m spilling inside of her with a groan.

Pulling out of her addictive pussy, I tuck away my dick and yank my pants back up. Moving quickly, I shift her body onto the table and begin performing CPR. Highway to Hell plays in my head as I pump my arms in time with the beat. I know that the recommended song is Another One Bites the Dust or Staying Alive but you’d catch me dead first before getting either of those stuck in my head. No matter how good of a lay she is, nothing is worth that headache.

I apply chest compressions thirty times before moving her head back, pinching her nose, and puffing two breaths into her lungs. I’m momentarily stunned by the sparks that fly across my lips as they press to hers. Shaking myself back into gear, I repeat the compressions thirty at a time, breaths two at a time. My movements grow desperate as the seconds tick by and she doesn’t begin breathing on her own again.

“Come on Avamarie.” I mutter, pushing my clasped hands into her chest. Her eyes flutter and I blow out a breath, relief crashing into me. I breathe two more breaths into her lungs before her chest begins to rise and fall on its own.

Leaning back, I peer down at the girl. She’s already ruined so much for me and here I am, bringing her back from the dead. Groaning, I run a hand down my face. “Goddamn woman.” I mutter, slipping my arms under her limp body. Standing up, I glance around the space and notice a bedroom off to the right of the kitchen. I stride toward the room and push open the door with my hip.

The small room is nearly bare of any decorations. One lone picture sits on her nightstand. I place Ava down on the mattress and reach out for the photo. Bringing it to my face, I growl, my fingers tightening around the frame. My eyes memorize the person standing next to her with his arm thrown around her shoulders.

I set the picture back down and peer down at Ava, checking to make sure she’s still breathing on her own. Once satisfied she’ll survive, I rummage through her things and locate a small bottle of pain medication and a couple water bottles, setting them on her nightstand.

Taking one last look at her, I turn and leave.

Chapter 7

Avamarie

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