Page 146 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

I’m laughing as I slam myself home.

It dies fast, though, because my motherfucking god it’s good. It’s so good.

Rue gives a hoarse cry as I stretch her, but my brave girl doesn’t move, not even when I shift, and unbelievable friction grips us both. It’s in the tight squeeze of her legs, the tight fit of my cock in her snug passage. I’m suspended over her, my eyes fixed on hers, and when I pull out to thrust back in, my cock dragging over every ridge and swell inside her, I almost come right then.

I struggle to recall the details of a psychological disorder—any psychological disorder—that might distract me enough to keep me from filling her in a few short strokes, but I don’t have anything inside of me that isn’t her. My mind, my heart, my muscles and blood, they’re all full of her, and my arms start to shake as I hold myself still, trying to contain the sheer fucking rightness of my cock and her cunt.

Rue, meanwhile, has jokes.

“Weren’t you the guy who Superman planked on top of me for like ten minutes on Marcus Navarro’s carpet?” She pokes my trembling biceps. “What gives?”

I pull out and collapse face-first onto the mattress next to her.

“It’s you, you sex witch,” I say, my voice muffled by the mattress. “It’s too good with you. Also, you moved. I stopped.”

I roll to my side and find her exactly the way I positioned her: arms at her sides, hard nipples begging to be sucked, gorgeous legs locked tight in front of her, hips angled just right for me. It’s a silent plea to resume, and I’m not about to say no. But I’m going to need to switch things up.

“Do you think you can keep your back flat but lay your right leg on top of mine if I stay on my side?”

She turns her head toward me, and I allow it because logistics.

“Do you think I’d tell you if I couldn’t?”

“Honesty, neighbor girl.” I palm her breast, squeeze it, roll the nipple between my fingers. Fucking hell, her tits are perfect. “One of the non-negotiables for our murder-marriage is not hiding when we’re hurt.”

“I promise to tell you if it doesn’t work for me.” She smirks. “Murder husband.”

I pinch that pink tip and groan. “Call me that again.”

“Hugo Mohr,” she croons as she slides her leg over mine, opening herself up so I can see her glistening slit. “My murder husband.”

“Rue, fuck.” I press against her and grab my cock, sliding it along that wet seam and dipping the head into her entrance before retreating. I do it again, sliding through her moisture, teasing her entrance, pulling back. It’s a different kind of torture than the stop-and-start game, and I slide, tease, and retreat until she’s red-faced and whining my name.

“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips down to try to impale herself. She immediately curses. “God, don’t stop!”

“You moved,” I say tightly. But instead of pulling away, I freeze with the first two inches of my cock still inside her.

“Hugo.” Her voice is a low plea, but I don’t push further in and I don’t pull all the way out. I hold myself still and revel in each twitch and pulse of her cunt around my sensitive head as she fights to stay as still as I am.

“Hugo!” she says more urgently.

I look down at my woman. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, her eyes squeezed shut and her hair stuck to her damp forehead and flushed, sweaty cheeks. “Please, please, please,” she begs. “Please, Hugo. I need you to move.”

Her voice is beyond desperate, and my hips surge forward on their own, filling her with one hard thrust. She shrieks her approval, and my mouth finds hers so I can make good on my promise to myself to suck on that wicked tongue of hers.

When I break the kiss to focus on working into her with slow, deep grinds of my cock, she asks, “Is… is that your real name? Hugo Mohr?”

“Yes,” I say distractedly, too focused on how fucking good her pussy feels around me. That hot squeeze grips me so tight, I’m never coming back from this.

“Your middle name’s really Francis?”

I lift my leg, lifting hers along with it and spreading her even wider. “Why do you think I started killing people?”

Her answering laugh becomes a wail when I find her clit and circle it with my thumb while I fuck up into her.

“Give me another one, baby. I need to feel it.”

“Keep doing that and I… I’ll… yes, Hugo, fuck!”