Page 154 of Fatality

I reach for my belt, unfasten it, and slide it free, take her wrists and bind them together, neat and unyielding.

Then I move them above her head, making sure not to apply too much pressure.

With my free hand, I unbutton my jeans, hook my fingers in the waistband and pull down, boxers and all, freeing myself.

My pierced cock bounces against my stomach before settling straight.

I grab the base of my cock with one hand, the other still holding her bonded wrists, and give it a harsh stroke my eyes lock on her lips.

The pre-cum beads at the slit, and I smear it across the head with my thumb.

“Open wider, troublemaker.” I murmur, my voice a husky command in the silent garage.

I guide myself with my hand, the broad, flushed tip of my cock nudging gently against her bottom lip.

I apply enough pressure to part her lips further, to feel the warm, damp breath from her mouth against my sensitive skin.

A low groan escapes me.

“Fuck...” I begin to push forward, just the thick crown, testing the give of Riven’s relaxed mouth.

I keep my eyes on her, waiting to see if she’ll wake up and try to kill me.

She doesn’t. She’s probably too exhausted from working on the car.

Suddenly I feel her tongue move and rub against her inner cheek.

The feeling is exquisite torture.

The warm, wet cavern of her mouth, still slack with sleep, yielding to the insistent pressure of my cock makes me see stars.

I push apart her lips, the pierced head of my cock sliding over her tongue, and then I feel it again, the unconscious sliding movement of her tongue against the underside of my shaft as she shifts in her sleep.

A sharp, ragged breath hisses through my teeth.

My grip on the base tightens, my knuckles white.

I watch mesmerized, as her lips stretch to accommodate my thick, veiny pierced cock, as her throat works with a soft, sleepy swallow that sends a pulse of pure fire straight to my core.

I groan, the words torn from me.

I can’t hold back, the sight of Riven, sleeping and yet taking me so perfectly shatters what little restraint I have left.

I sink deeper, the thick length filling her mouth.

I bury myself to the hilt, feeling the wet heat and the faint, rhythmic pulse of her tongue against me.

I release the base and reach down, my fingers threading into her hair, not to pull, but to anchor myself.

“You feel that?” I whisper, my voice thick with lust, my hips giving an unvoluntary, shallow roll. “That’s me, in your mouth.”

I begin to move, a slow, deep glide, withdrawing until just the tip rests on her tongue before pushing back in, setting a deliberate, possessive rhythm.

My eyes are dark, fever-bright even with the glowing, fixes on her face, watching for any sign of her waking, craving the moment her eyes open and realizes what I’m doing to her.

I can’t wait for her to try to kill me, because, I’ll let her.

Suddenly, a violent gag reflex seizes Riven’s throat is the trigger.