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Kissing the Killer(55)



Instead, her second in command had put us in charge of saving those women, and we had. Or at least Brooks had. I just helped him as much as I could.

He didn’t need to come with me, but he clearly still had some sense of obligation to me, like he needed to save me.

I didn’t need saving anymore. Louisa was going to help me.

I wanted him to stay, though. I wanted him nearby. I felt safer, secure with him at my side. I just didn’t understand what he was getting out of it, why he insisted on coming here with me.

But I liked it. At first, he was just the violent asshole who had kidnapped me. But I was getting to understand him. Even if he didn’t completely trust my instincts, he was still coming along for the ride.

Suddenly I heard the door knob turn, and the door pushed in along with a rush of cold air.

“Hey!” I said. “I’m in here.”

“I know.” It was Brooks. I could barely see him through the fogged glass of the standing shower. He shut the door behind him, letting the steam build back up.

“Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, yes.” I watched as his shadow began to take off his clothes.

“What’s that?”

“How wet are you?”

“I’m standing in a shower, so pretty wet.”

He laughed. “I mean, how soaking wet is that pussy? I know you’re watching me undress.”

“Everything is wet,” I said, embarrassed to admit that I felt a thrill running up my spine.

“You can say it. Your tight little pussy is dripping wet for me.”

“Okay,” I said. “I admit it.”

I watched his shadow finish undressing. Then he stood outside the shower door, his arms crossed. I could see that his thick cock was half hard already.

“Invite me in,” he said.

“I’m not sure I want to.”

“We both know you do. You can tease all you want, but I know you want my big, fat cock to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”

“Since you asked so nicely, come in.”

He pulled open the door. I bit my lip while staring at his defined, ripped abs and the tattoos that snaked all along his skin. His eyes were dark and staring at me as he shut the shower door and came toward me. I took a few steps back, pressing my back against the cool tile. He stopped in front of me, his arms on either side of my head.

I bit my lip. “Now what?”

“You know what happens next.”

“Why is my heart beating so fast?”

“Because you’re fucking excited. Because you can hardly stand this.”

“Maybe,” I said.

He took my chin in his hand. “This is a bad fucking idea. You know that, right?”

“Maybe,” I said again.

“Good. Right now, all I want are bad ideas.” He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard.

I pushed my body against his and felt his hard cock stiffen against me. We were both soaking wet as we kissed. He pinned me back against the wall, kissing me roughly and hard, and his lips slowly moved down my neck.

I felt his hands slide up my thighs and press between my legs. “Exactly what I thought,” he said. “Fucking dripping wet.”

I sighed and moaned as he began to work my clit, rubbing my pussy in slow circles. Pleasure jolted through my body, and the horror of the past day was completely forgotten.

Whenever he pressed his body against mine, that was all I could think of. There was only him, his body, his hands working my pussy. It made me feel good even when everything around me was falling apart. He had that effect on me, could make me smile or moan with a look or a word.

He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I gasped, spreading my legs wider for him. “I know this is what you want,” he whispered. “It’s all you think about. Ever since you got a taste of my big cock fucking that tight pussy, you can’t get enough.”

“It’s not all I think about,” I moaned, trying and failing to pretend like I wasn’t so madly into him.

“We both know you can hardly control yourself around me. Just look at you now. You’re practically begging me to fuck this wet cunt.”

He kept working my pussy with his fingers, pressing them deep inside me. I gasped, shocked by his dirty mouth but really loving it. I loved how strong he was, how he easily worked my body, how he wasn’t afraid to tell me what he wanted.

I moaned, kissing him back as his fingers worked my body, rolling over my skin, pressing deep inside me. He fucked my pussy that way, his fingers working me.

I reached down and began to work his hard cock with both hands. He grunted his pleasure but didn’t let up on my soaked pussy as I jerked him, rolling my hands down his hard length. He was rock hard for me as he worked my pussy, kissing my mouth. I loved his taste, his lips, everything about him.