Page 88 of Death Kiss

My feet slap the floor almost as hard as my heart beats in my chest.

I’m halfway up the stairs when his big hands close around my waist, pulling me flush to his chest, his breath catching in my ear.

‘Got you,’ he says, sinking his teeth into the side of my throat. The pain blisters with pleasure and makes me weak at the knees. My moan fills the cavernous hallway, and he pushes me down until I’m on all fours on the stairs, my elbows on a step a few up from my knees.

Liam forces my legs wide and traces his fingers over my heat. I tremble with need, waiting for him to take me.

‘Please,’ I beg.

‘You want my dick, pretty girl?’

‘You know I do.’

He doesn’t give it to me. I hear him unbuckle his belt, and quake when he trails his pierced tip along my wetness. Arching my back, I try to entice him to thrust deep.

He doesn’t.

‘Liam,’ I groan when he stands up and walks up to the step in front of me before sitting.

He has his thick cock in hand, stroking it slowly while tipping his masked face a little. I try to lean forward, to take him in my mouth, but he threads his other hand into my hair and holds me out of reach.

‘Do you want this, baby?’ he taunts as he runs his fingers over the tip.

‘Yes. You know I do.’

‘I don’t believe you. Open that sweet mouth and show me.’

I love it when he tells me what to do. Sexually, at least. Nearly as much as I love our sweeter moments, where we are entwined together with soft words and nothing but pleasure.

I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue as he continues to stroke himself an inch from my face. His dick is glorious, and I’m literally salivating at the sight of it.

‘Keep it open,’ he growls when I try to swallow. He watches as I drool, collecting the string of spit and using it to lubricate his strokes. ‘God, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Princess. Spread at both ends and just waiting to be filled.’

I whimper when he leans forward and grazes his tip over my lower lip. Good fucking god, I’m desperate for him. Either end.

Practically writhing with need, I moan when he slowly inches his cock into my mouth. A full-body tremble steals over him, and I love that I can still make him shiver like that. Seeing him in the throes of pleasure still feeds my soul after all this time together.

Liam starts out painfully slow, before increasing his thrusts, dipping deep into my throat until I gag. When he pulls out of my mouth, I curse, but I needn’t worry. He lifts his mask and spits on his dick before shoving it back into my mouth.

It’s filthy.

I love it.

‘This mouth is mine,’ he grunts. ‘To kiss. To fuck. To fill.’

‘Yes,’ I pant between deep thrusts. Tightening his fist, he bottoms out in my throat, holding me pinned on his dick before pinching my nose closed. My eyes meet his as he watches me struggle, keeping an eye on my hands too. Waiting for me to tap out. I fight it until my head goes starry and my pussy is soaked.

Gasping for breath, I cling to the stairs as he moves behind me, forcing my legs further apart before sliding into me in one glorious, slightly painful stroke.

‘Oh my god,’ I moan, scraping my nails on the marble steps.

‘Atta girl, Kat. Arch your back and take all of me.’

The stretch has me mewling against the stairs within seconds.

LIAM

My filthy, perfect, wonderful wife.