Page 198 of Satan's Spawn

“Do what?”

“Treat me like a kid.”

“I’m not.” She shakes her head. “I was being honest.”

I catch myself being a dickhead, and store that bullshit away. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just hate that this has to be done.”

“It doesn’t have to.” She scoots closer to me, hugging her body against mine.

My cock is dangerously close to her pussy, and I’m two seconds away from flipping her over and driving into it.

Which is exactly what Ishouldn’tbe doing to a girl who was sexually assaulted a few hours earlier.

I ignore her statement. “Continue, Lavell.”

“Well, first of all, climb on top of her, make her feel secure underneath you.”

I do as he says, and the amount of adoration Rebecca has for me is written all over the soft features of her face.

It makes me feel so naked and exposed.

In mind, not body.

“Try it again,” Saint commands.

So I lean down, slower this time, and attempt to mimic his movements from earlier. I think I’m doing alright because when I swoop my tongue inside Rebecca’s mouth a small moan rises out of it, and she wraps her arms around my neck to bring me closer.

“There you go,” Saint hums. “Let it happen naturally.”

I try my hardest to hold back, let Rebecca take the lead.

When she opens, I open, when she nibbles, I nibble right after. I keep the tempo, not raising it unless she does, and even then I still find myself fighting the urge to bite down so hard I taste her blood on my tongue.

“You guys are doing great,” Saint says as I sneak a hand between us to toy with Rebecca’s nipple. His tone is grated, like he’s getting turned on too. “Now move down to her neck.”

“I got it,” I sneer, knowing damn well how to do this part because I figured it out at the waterway.

Right before Rebecca begged me to kiss her, but I couldn’t, and now I realize it was never because I’m a killer.

It’s because I’m a coward.

My lips ghost over the fair skin of her stomach, and I watch as it contracts every time I make contact.

She whimpers for me, and when I look up I find her eyes fluttering closed, two teeth pressing down on her full bottom lip.

She wants more from me…but I’ve never even given this much to anyone.

I look over at Saint, who’s cheering me on silently with a raise of his thumb, but when the nostrils of my nose tick, Saint reads the expression right away.

He slides down next to me, his fingers grazing Rebecca’s hip bone, and when I scoot a bit over for him he takes it as approval for him to move forward.

“Bex, be a sweetheart and spread those legs of yours.” Saint rubs his thumb in circles on her waist. “I’m gonna show Cray Cray here how to eat your beautiful pussy.”

“Holy shit,” Rebecca hisses, eyes squeezing closed as she squirms on the bed. But like the good girl she is, she does what’s asked.

“Yes, gorgeous,” Saint places a kiss on her thigh, “this is about to be quite the religious experience.”

Hiking one of her legs over his shoulder, he moves even closer to me, instructing with his hand for me to do the same with her other leg.