Page 66 of Death, Interrupted

Her breath hitched when I pressed forward, rubbing my tip through her folds. The heat of her made me forget everything for a moment. All I could think about was the way she opened for me. She trusted me with her body. With her heart.

I moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. Every time she exhaled, I pushed a little deeper. When I was halfway in, she said, “You’re so big.”

I looked down and pursed my lips, proud of my cock’s size. I looked at her again. “Do you want me to stop for a moment?”

“No, no, I just…” She adjusted her hips and took another deep breath. “You can move again.”

I leaned forward and placed one hand next to her head to hold myself up, and when I finally pushed all the way in, she let out a quiet sound that tore right through me.

“You okay?” I asked, voice rough.

She nodded, eyes locked on mine. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

I started to move with small thrusts at first, before moving faster with my hand still gripping her thigh.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I muttered, leaning in to bury my face into the crook of her neck. “So goddamn tight.”

While I thrusted into her, I kissed her neck, her jaw,her mouth, and she kissed me back with so much passion, proving me that she truly wanted this. That she wanted me.

My tongue curled around hers in a deep, slow kiss, while her hands moved into my hair, and while I continued to thrust into her. Her walls squeezed me so damn tight, and every sound she made pulled me closer to the edge.

Breaking the kiss, I watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut when I hit the right spot. “You’re beautiful,” I told her, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Feel me inside you?”

“Mm…yes,” she moaned, lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. “Harder.”

I smirked at her request and moved back, grabbing her hips with both hands. “You sure?”

“Yes, please.”

She let her legs falls open wider, and I looked down, admiring my cock disappearing in her pussy. I used my thumb to rub her clit as I pulled out of her slowly, then pushed back in. “So damn beautiful,” I whispered.

“Sly,” she croaked out, lifting her hips again. “Please fuck me harder.”

I glanced up at her, still circling her clit with my thumb and sliding in and out of her slowly. “Ask me again.”

I was teasing her, and with every slow movement ofmine, her walls tightened harder around me.

“Please,” she begged, sighing. “Please fuck me harder.”

Grabbing on to her hips again with both hands, I pulled back and then slammed into her once, holding myself there as she cried out.

“That what you want, baby?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, please!”

I did it again, pushed into her hard, then started thrusting my hips back and forth fast.

I couldn’t stop looking at her face, admiring her beauty and how she reacted to every movement of mine. But my gaze dropped to her tits then, watching them bounce in a mesmerizing way.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, moving my left hand up to cup her tits, squeezing them one by one, then pinching one nipple between my finger and thumb.

When she wrapped her legs around me, I lost what little restraint I had left. I moved even harder, faster, and never broke eye contact.

Her body started shaking, and her moans got louder. “I’m—”

“Are you close, baby? You gonna come for me?”

She arched her back and gripped my forearms tightly, digging her nails into my skin. “Yes.”