Killer Crush - Ella Goode Page 0,16

devices. Whose boobs actually need to be pushed up that high?

I snag my normal yoga pants from out of my dresser and my favorite knitted sweater, pulling it over my head. Last but not least, I put my socks on. I always have to wear socks when I’m home. My toes are always getting cold. When I finally make it to the bathroom, I wash off all the makeup that Trin put on my face. I pull my hair up on top of my head and sigh, feeling like myself once again.

I stare in the mirror. I have a man out in my living room waiting for me. While I feel shy, I’m also excited. I smile. I am going to be bold. You’re so fucking beautiful he’d said to me. The idea of someone else not thinking it had baffled him. With every word he said I felt not only beautiful but sexy. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt in my whole life.

I flip off the bathroom light heading straight for the living room. Daman starts to stand but I hold my hand out to stop him.

“I should offer you a drink.” My hand meets his chest. He lets me push him back. I fall into his lap, my legs spreading wide to straddle his thick thighs. “But I really want to do this instead.” I lean forward, digging my fingers into his hair and kiss him the same way he’d kissed me earlier.

Chapter Eleven

Daman

I pulled off my first hit perfectly. My trainer said it was beginner’s luck and that I would have problems in the future. Don't get cocky, he warned me. There are some things that you have an affinity for, something that you're better at than anyone else just because the universe has said this is how it’s going to be.

I feel that way now. With the freshly scrubbed Quinn planted in my lap, her fingers scraping across my scalp, her lips fused to mine, I feel like I can make her happy, make her laugh, make her come better than anyone else in the world.

I grab her hips and drag her closer until my jean-covered dick is notched into her cloth-covered pussy. There are so many damn things separating us. I tug at her sweater and then the waistband of her pants. I can’t make up my mind what I want to touch the most. Her ass is ripe. Her tits are juicy. Even stroking the back of her neck makes me wild.

She pulls her mouth away and I hear a needy plea, only to realize that’s me.

“Babe—”

“Shhh,” she says, her finger at my mouth. And then her sweater comes off and her tits are bouncing free and every lucid thought zips right out of my head. I’m capable of three words now. Tit. Now. Mouth.

I guess I say them out loud because she lifts one plump peach and directs it right to my face. I latch on, sucking hard on the nipple. It’s her turn to moan. Her fingers reattach themselves to the side of my skull and pull me closer. I suck harder, drawing deep as if I could pull her orgasm from her with just my tongue wrapped around her fat nipple.

“Daman, I—“ She cuts herself off and pushes me backward.

Yeah, exactly. Neither of us know what to say but we know what we want. I move lower, kissing a trail down the center of her abdomen. We tug, pull, and tear at her pants until she’s free of everything but her fuzzy socks. The socks can stay on. What do I care now that my mouth is level with her sweet pussy? I suck in a deep breath and attack her. Her little clit is pert and hard but her cunt is soft and wet. I dive into it, hardening my tongue so I can fuck her with my mouth. She reaches down to rub her clit but I move her hand away.

“Mine,” I growl. She had years to play with herself. It’s my turn now. I rub her little clit, scissor a pair of fingers into her hot pussy and eat her until she creams all over my tongue.

My dick is so hard it hurts. I need inside of her. I’m going to die if I don’t get inside of her. Ironic that my last kill is my own.

“You ready for some cock, babe?”

“Yes. Yes. Give it to me.”

I fumble with my zipper but manage to get my dick out