Designed for Murder (Killer Style 4)

The words flipped a switch inside her, made her breasts grow heavy with wanting, and sent a wave of thick lust through her core that made it clench in anticipation. Of course he’d watched the video, known she’d want to hear that, and he’d made it happen—for her.

A nearly desperate need overcame her. She didn’t want him to come, but she wanted him so close to the edge that he couldn’t think about anything else. She sucked him in deeper and squeezed his ass and pushed his hips forward until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Any difficulty she had breathing at the moment was more than made up for by the ripple of pleasure that made him shiver beneath her touch.

He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her off his cock with just enough force to let her know that playtime was over. “I want to see you on your back with your legs spread wide.” Desire thickened his Spanish accent and added a slight growl to the tone. “I’m going to lick you and slide my fingers inside you until you’re begging me to let you come.”

After one last lick from the base of his cock to the tip, she stood. “Where do you want me?”

His large hand cupped the back of her head, and he pulled her closer, tilting her face so all she could see was him—the heat and need palpable in what little amount of air there was between them. “Everywhere.”

His lips crashed down on hers, and Mika gave herself up to the moment, to the pleasure, to the sanctuary she found in Carlos’s arms.

Mika tasted like the sweetest forbidden fruit, and Carlos couldn’t get enough.

He glided his hands from among the long strands of her silky hair, down the smooth expanse of her back, and over the soft rise of her ass, letting her mounds fill his hands as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing her soft and wet center against his hardness. The temptation to slip inside her and feel her warmth wrap around him as tight as her legs encircling his hips was nearly overwhelming. He hadn’t been kidding with his answer. He wanted—no, needed—her everywhere.

But not yet. He wanted to hear his name on her lips before she broke apart—the first time.

He pulled her close against him, turned on his heel, and sat down on the oversize monstrosity of a purple couch so she straddled his lap. He slouched down, keeping her upright above him, as he dragged his lips along the line of her throat. He took his body lower so that his ass was barely on the couch, then stopped at her peaked nipples.

God, her tits were perfect, small, round, and high, topped off with pale brown nipples. He drew one hard tip into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the tender flesh. Mika inhaled sharply and shivered in his arms. Switching his attention to the other side, he repeated his moves, this time increasing the pull as he sucked the bud with just enough pressure that she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and threw back her head in ecstasy.

“You like it when I do that, don’t you, mi cielo?” He tugged her nipple lightly with his teeth, then lapped at it with the flat of his tongue. “This is just the beginning.” He squeezed her firm ass in his hands and pulled her round globes apart. “I can’t wait to get down here and taste just how sweet you are.”

She arched her back, moaning her agreement to his plan.

He slid farther down underneath her, licking his way south across her flat stomach until he was low enough that the tip of his tongue parted through her tight curly hair to lap against her clit. His position below her while she kneeled on the cushion, leaning forward slightly and gripping the back of the couch, gave him the perfect view of her swinging tits and the way she bit down on her lip every time he curled his tongue around her most sensitive spot. So fucking hot.

Taking his time, he explored her slick folds—licking, nibbling, sucking—as her thighs quaked on either side of his head. She was close. So fucking close. He licked the underside of her clit while tilting his head so his chin rubbed against her opening. God, she was sweet against his tongue. Tasting her was like getting a glimpse at the Dyrnwyn sword—he wanted to beat his chest in celebration and drop to his knees in amazement at the same time.

“More,” she pleaded. “I want your cock inside me.”

He relinquished her, missing her taste even though his lips were wet with it. “Not until you come.”

The near desperate look on her face would be comical if he hadn’t been skating on that same edge between building pleasure and being denied bliss. She undulated her hips, skimming her center across his lips, a silent appeal—one he heard but purposefully ignored. Wanting was half the fun.

She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“No.” He let his tongue drift once across her soft, plump folds. “I’m going to make you scream.”

Not waiting for her response, he sucked her clit into his mouth and slid two fingers inside her, rubbing against the bundle of nerves at the front of her entrance. He could stay here, feel her grip him tight as she came, but that wasn’t enough. She needed to come so hard that it shook her free of everything that had haunted and hunted her today. So he withdrew and brushed his middle finger, wet with her juices, along the crack of her ass, then circled her asshole. Her legs tensed on either side of his face before she moaned, high and loud, then increased the speed of her hips until she was riding his mouth, hard and needy. At the same time as he sank his tongue into her wet center, he slipped the tip of his finger into her asshole, then rocked it in and out until her core clenched and she came screaming his name.

Watching her break apart was good, but it was just the beginning.

He pushed his feet against the floor and slid back up the couch until he sat once again on it, then pulled her down so her core fit snug against his hard cock. She dropped her head to his shoulders, and an orgasm aftershock rippled through her body.

Her breath, warm and damp, tickled his skin. “That doesn’t make up for snooping on my computer history when you shouldn’t.”

“I’m an investiga

tor; snooping is a professional hazard.” He rotated his hips, wetting his stiff prick with her juices without sliding home inside her walls. Not yet. “Anyway, what I saw wasn’t something to be self-conscious about.”

“I’m not embarrassed.” She sat up, pink blooming on her cheeks. “I’m hot and I’m done waiting for you to fuck me hard with that big cock of yours.”

He filled his hands with her ass, tilting her so he rubbed against her clit, the island of hardness in the sea of slick velvet. The contrast, so much like her, kept him coming back for more, stroke after stroke. “Patience, mi cielo.”

The words were aimed at her, but he needed to hear them as well. The urge to bury himself so deep his aching balls bounced against her was so strong he barely had any control left.

“What is that?” She arched her back, giving him the perfect view of her tits as they swayed with each undulation of her hips.