Page 28 of Kisses

My body tenses up more. Sully removes his finger from me, grabs my legs and puts them on his shoulders. He yanks my hips closer to him. Then his tongue enters. Holy shit. His tongue swivels around causing me to grip the sheets. His head bobs up and down while his tongue continues to have its way with my pussy. My body tightens. He goes faster like a tornado touching down and demolishing cities. I am ready to explode.

He pulls away.

Fucking again!

I lean up, wanting to ask him ‘What the hell?’ He has other plans.

Sully demands, “You lay the fuck back down. Don’t even open your mouth unless you plan on putting my dick in it.”

FLOORED!

My breathing escalates.

He demands, “Close your eyes.”

I want to say something so bad, but I don’t. I do exactly what I am told to do. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The pop and slush, his cock slams into my oh-so-very-tender pussy. I want to unwind so bad.

He grunts, “Not yet.”

Sully grabs a hold of my arms, brings them above my head and pushes them down, tightening his hold. His hips continue to thrust hard. I don’t know how much I can handle.

I whimper, “I’m close.”

He pulls out, leaving me all wound up with nowhere to go. Sully kisses my neck and grunts, “Who’s in control now?”

Before I can even think to respond, he plows his cock deeper than he did before. I immediately bust out of my seams and release all my glory. I scream, “Oh, my God.”

He muffles, “That’s right. Let it all go.”

Sully doesn’t let up. He continues to dig deep. My body continues to unravel. Sweat beads down my back in sexual revelation. I have never experienced anything like this before. It’s like he knows my body better than I. I continue to take him all in. This time, I thrust my hips up causing his cock to go even deeper. He moans. I start to move my hips quickly.

He muffles, “Fuck!”

I repeat, “That’s right. Let it all go.”

He glares down at me, fighting my hips with his, and then slamming his lips to mine. His body starts to pulsate as he groans while kissing me. I run my hands through his hair. My body tenses up again.

Holy shit. It’s happening again.

I try to pull away from his lips, but he isn’t letting me. I fucking release AGAIN. I want to scream from the rooftops, but he won’t let me. All I do is whimper. My body becomes weak. I let him win. Where has this man been all my life?

Sullivan

Lying next to Lyla, I can’t help but think how beautiful she is. Her long brown curls dangle to the side of her face. She’s asleep. I like her. My favorite thing about her is when she tries to put up a fight, then lets her guard down without realizing it. She constantly wants to fight me. Yeah, I gave in to her demands of having sex. I have to let her feel she is in some kind of control. I just can’t get over this unusual feeling I have had since the day I met her. She says this is only sex but there is a part of me that is considering wanting more.

When I said I wanted to get to know her more, I meant it. However, this whole professor student thing is really going to cause a damper in my plan of getting to know her. I can only do so much to ensure we don’t get caught.

I get up out of her bed, put my clothes back on and head out of her bedroom. I need something to drink. That woman dehydrated me.

After searching her cabinets, I finally find a glass and fill it with water. I look around the kitchen. It is nothing special. Typical outdated kitchen for college students.

I walk over to the table where all of her stuff is scattered. Her laptop is wide open. I sit down at the table and accidentally nudge it. Her laptop fires open and her screen appears. It looks like she had an outline of some sort. I wonder what she is working on. Then I saw the name, Gregory Maddox. What the hell are the odds of this? Gregory Maddox is the topic of my next book. It’s not every day you get to research someone from your home state. Gregory Maddox was an interesting killer. What he did that one winter afternoon changed so many lives. He killed multiple people and tried to run down those he missed. I call him the silent killer because no one saw this coming despite all the signs. When I interviewed his parents, Gregory Maddox had notebooks and notebooks of plots. The department store shooting was his first plan. If he got away with it, his next move would have been a movie theater. This young adult was demented.

I wonder why she is writing about Maddox. He is really the only known mass killer around here. Yeah, he made national news of the tragic event he created. Then it was a standstill. I want to open everyone’s eyes to the demon we had walking the streets of my home state.

I look to the side of the laptop and see the word, “Mom,” with a heart around it. That’s unusual. I wonder if there is a connection.

“What are you doing?” Lyla asks.