Page 22 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“Fuck Zeph.”

She moans, thrusting her tits out, shoving her nipple further into my mouth. “Suck it.”

She’s an animal, her hands grabbing everywhere, her hips already gyrating against me, begging me to be inside of her. It’s hot, sexy, and if I give her what she wants, it’ll be violent. Oh so fucking violent.

“You want me to break you next to a dead body? Is that what you want, baby? To split that little cunt open while the bitch burns?”

“I told you I know. I’m still here. Do it.”

She pants, grabbing my hair and pulling it hard, wrapping it around her fingers tightly, making me growl in utter fucking lust for her.

I can’t get into her fast enough, lifting her up, making her back slide against the wall, and dropping her down on my hard cock. She screams out loudly, her hands pulling harder, her legs squeezing my hips as I impale her on me, filling her completely.

“God, this pussy was made for me wasn’t it?”

I grunt, bouncing her up and down, my hands on her ass, squeezing it, and guiding her on me.

“Just for you.”

Like every other time we’ve been together, when my dick is buried in her, he is quiet. The voice is silent, and the only things I hear are the sexy as sin sounds she makes and my own heart hammering in my ears. She purrs and moans as I drive into her, opening her up. It’s all encompassing, the noises that come from her, and they drive me on to go harder and faster.

“Fuck baby, bounce harder, I’ve got you.”

“Yes Sir.”

She squeals as she lifts up and slams herself back down on me.

My legs shake, my back flexes, and I engage every muscle in my core to fuck her the way I know she needs, the way I need. She needs to cum to the la petit mort, the little death, alongside actual death, just like I have always craved to do but never had the nerve to.

Here, now, though, I am going to do what I’ve never done. I’m going to cum violently while a body burns. I’m going to dump my fluids, only they’ll be going into her, still leaving no evidence behind.

“That’s it. So hard baby.”

“Oh God, Zeph. Yes!”

“Such a good fucking girl for me. I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to keep it inside of you. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, God yes.”

Every fiber of my body screams in the exertion it takes to fuck her like an animal against the cool wall. My hands support her, and my legs give me the driving force I need to thrust my hips over and over again. Even the muscles in my neck are tense with not only the work it takes to fuck her but also to hold myself back, from taking her so hard that she bleeds on my cock. That’ll have to wait until we get away from the crime scene.

The fire continues to burn behind us, warming my back as she warms my front. Sweat pours down my forehead, dripping off the end of my nose, and she licks it up for me, catching it on her tongue before it can fall between our bodies.

I can feel her getting closer to the end. Her pussy grabs me like a fist over and over again, tightening on me, then relaxing, milking me closer to my own climax. It’s hot and erotic, wet and filthy, and oh so fucking good.

“So good.”

She pants, licking up my cheek, kissing my face, her hands sliding from my hand down my nape and to my back, grabbing the leather jacket, pulling on it.

“Too fucking good baby.”

I concur with her, driving into her more and more, making her drip all over my pulsing cock.

“I’m close.”

“I can tell. You gonna cum for me, princess? Right here, right now?”

“Yes.”

“You’re doing such a good job for me.”

I praise her, feeling her tighten around my dick more.

Her inner walls are throbbing, squeezing me, and with a final thrust up inside of her, her body tenses. Her legs grab me harder, and her insides explode around me, dousing me with her fluids.

“Oh Fuck, Zeph!”

“That’s my good fucking girl. Mine, all mine. Give it to me baby.”

The way she responds to my words is so sexy. Her entire being comes alive, her body moving again, bucking, bouncing, pushing me over the edge of my own climax.

It roars through me like a wild fire and erupts from me so hard that I can feel it splash back out of her with force. I fill her up to overflowing, using my hand to catch what comes out, and stuffing it back inside of her.

“Can’t leave any evidence baby.”

That’s right. No evidence. Stuff that shit back inside the dirty whore.

“She’s not a whore.”

I grumble, burying my face in her neck to drown out the sound of my argument to him, but she hears me.

“Yes I am, but only for you.”

“Good girl.”

I coo to her, nuzzling against her soft flesh, inhaling the scent that is all her, blocking out the smell of the dying fire behind us.

“You hear voices don’t you?”

She whispers as I adjust her clothing back in place and button up my leathers, keeping her in my arms and on my hips.

“Just one.”

I confess, allowing her to run her fingers through my hair, comforting me.

“Is it bad?”

Am I? Am I bad Zephyr?

“Sometimes.”

“Is it why you do what you do?”

She asks, grabbing my cheeks in her palms and bringing my face up to look at her.

“Yes and no.”

I sigh, feeling her lips on mine ever so softly.

It’s a stark contradiction to what we’ve just done, and welcome more than I would care to admit.

Awww, big bad killer has a soft spot.

“Are you hearing him now?”

She asks, brushing her lips so gently on mine, kissing and just touching.

“Does he talk to you when you’re touching me?”

“Touching, yes. Inside you, no. When I slip into you, he’s quiet.”

“So having sex with me, makes you better?”

“I guess you could say that.”

I say, shrugging my shoulders, watching her bounce in my grasp with the movement.

Looking over my shoulder she peers into the dumpster. She sighs and brings her focus back to me.

“It’s almost out. Take me home Zephyr, so I can keep your brain quiet all night.”

“You sure?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She giggles and holds onto me tighter when I go to put her down.

“Carry me home. I don’t want to stop touching you.”

Leaving Barbara to finish burning out, I carry my angel home. She kicks her feet and nuzzles against the crook of my neck as I walk around the corner, cross the street, and practically jog up her front steps.

Something big has happened. We’ve changed. She is more like me than I thought, and she accepts me, or at least seems to. She knows about him and still wants me to take her home. She wants to help me as much as I want her to be mine.

“Mine.”

I say, kicking her front door shut behind us, running my hand up into her hair.

“Yours.”

She sighs.

“Take me to bed.”

“I’m not tired yet.”

“We won’t be sleeping.”

“Ooohhh baby.”

Walking through her apartment with her wrapped around me still, she puts her hand out on the door frame and stops us when we reach the kitchen. She grabs a glass candle off the counter and tucks it under her arm with a devious little smirk on her pretty face..

“Sex by candlelight?”

I ask, raising my brow at her.

“Something like that.”

She purrs, then reaches down between us, shoving her hand into my pants pocket, fishing around inside it.

“I know you have a lighter in here somewhere mister pyromaniac.”

“Mmmm a little to the left baby.”

I say when I feel her fingers brush up against the side of my still semi-hard cock.

“That’s it, right there.”

“Zeph! That’s not a lighter.”

She squeals, playfully smacking me on the chest with her free hand, almost dropping the candle.

“No, but it’ll still light you up.”

“Fiend.”

“Never said I wasn’t. In fact I’m not denying anything with you anymore.”

“Good.”

She holds tightly to me until we reach the bedroom, and I peel her grip off of me, tossing her done on her bed. She bounces a couple of times before her body settles into the mattress and her legs fall open. She’s beautiful all laid out before me, a scented candle and my lighter in her hands as she looks up at me with the dreamiest bedroom eyes.

“Enjoying the view?”

I ask her as I strip off my leathers, tossing them on the floor, noticing the blood stains from last week still adorn the rug at the foot of the bed.

“God yes.”

She murmurs as she props herself up on her elbows and flicks the lighter on.

She stares at the flame for a few moments then looks back at me, and I can see the reflection of it in her eyes, lighting them up with a mischievousness that she hasn’t yet shown me before.

“You have something planned, my princess?”

“I do. But first, you need to make me cum a few more times.”

“I do, do I?”

I snicker, leaning down, putting my fists on the edge of the bed, hunching my back like a predator, ogling her, stalking her, hunting her.

“You do.”

“My violence turns you on that much?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking dirty girl.”

I tsk at her, crawling up on the bed, feeling it dip under my weight.

“Your dirty girl.”

“Mine.”

I growl, pouncing on her, taking the lighter and the candle from her hands and lighting it, then setting it on the nightstand before I slam her to the bed and choke her with my tongue down her fucking throat.

For Christ’s sake, again? You two are fucking made for each other. A whore and her perv. You should burn her, then yourself.

“Not now.”

I grumble, feeling it vibrate through her mouth.

“Hmmm?”

She asks, kissing me deeply, her still clothed body writhing under my naked one.

Releasing the kiss, I look down at her and give her a playful wink.

“Not talking to you, baby.”

“Oh. Ooohhh. Yeah, not now asshole.”

She giggles, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips back to hers.