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“Come where?” Her fingers danced along his hip and he sucked in a hissing breath. “All over your pretty face? On those sweet little breasts?”
Shilo ignored his taunts, tracing the long twisted scar that ran the length of his thigh. She leaned into him, tongue darting out to taste the roughened surface, and he swayed. She watched him from under her long lashes as she moved her mouth slowly over him, sucking and biting at the puckered flesh.
“Knife. In a… oh God… fight.” His turn to sound breathy and disoriented. She turned her head, brushing his erection with her fingers, fondling his balls with feather-light fingertips. Her mouth found another scar, just below his navel. His cock bobbed, sliding along her cheek and leaving a glistening trail of precome on her skin.
“Surgery.” He gasped, clutching at her head. “Shy… just…”
“This?”
Her mouth slid over him, silken lips and the graze of teeth. He collapsed forward, catching himself with his hands on her bed, her body pinned by his weight. She wrapped her arms loosely around his thighs and looked at him up the long line of his body, her tongue stroking him as he stared back at her.
“Up,” he demanded roughly. He pushed himself away from her consuming mouth, pulling at her impatiently. She rose slowly, her body sliding up his, trapping his erection against the smoothness of her belly. Dazed, he bent and lifted her against him, tumbled her breathless and half-laughing onto the white sheets that looked grey and dull against her skin. He followed her down, catching her face in his hands and dragging her mouth back to his. He felt drugged, drunk. She smoothed sweaty strands of hair off his cheeks and murmured words he never heard, absorbed as he was in finding the perfect alignment of flesh and bone that would put him… there.
She closed her eyes and sighed. Heat trickled through her, into him, and wrapped them in a cocoon of silence. For a moment they clung to each other, two lost children hiding from the bogeyman lurking under the bed. He would never admit that she felt like home, like a safe place to hide. She would never admit that he was her addiction, her drug of choice. They lied to each other often, and well.
They could pretend that all of this was about nothing more magical than his prick buried inside her tight body, or that her impulsive flights into his arms were nothing more than teenaged rebellion. Or they could just feel…
He gritted his teeth and forced himself away. As much as he loved being buried in the sodden silk of her cunt, he couldn’t stay. Not without losing himself in the scent and taste of girl and sex. She made a tiny mewling sound and reached for him again, her smooth little hands finding his chest and resting over his heart.
“Don’t go. Please.” Her eyes undid him. He couldn’t look at her any longer without giving in.
“Places to go, people to see, graves to rob, kid.” He turned and started to reach for his pants and she sighed, collapsing back onto the pillows.
“Fine. I’ll just amuse myself.” Her fingers slid over her own skin, wandering the path his mouth had taken. He paused, mouth going dry as he watched her dainty fingers tiptoe down her sternum, linger around her navel. She drew circles on her belly, toyed with the curls his mouth had so recently dampened.
“Shilo…” his voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper as she looked at him, her skin flushed and rosy.
“What?” She smiled at him, her face so innocent, while her wicked fingers slid down further, parting the slick pink lips of her sex. “You asked if this is what I do when you’re not around. Now you know.”
“Fuck it.” He started to reach for her and she slipped through his hands, rolling away with a muffled giggle.
“Oh no you don’t. You can just wait your turn. I’m enjoying… myself.” Two fingers plunged into her pussy and she sighed, her lashes drifting down, her color flushing even deeper. Her voice was breathy and soft. “You can watch, if you want.”
He felt like his heart had migrated into his balls, leaving them throbbing and swollen. Carefully he adjusted himself, hissing at the feel of his own hand against his overly sensitized cock. “I’d rather do.”
“Tough.” Shilo put her free hand over her breast, toying with the nipple lazily. He growled at her and she stuck out her tongue. Her hips surged minutely against her hand as she found a rhythm she liked.
Groaning, Grave Robber gave in, resting his back against the heavy carved post behind him. He managed to smirk at her as he wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking himself slowly while his eyes feasted on her glowing skin. She hummed her approval, her own gaze on his actions.
“Show me,” he invited. “And I’ll show you.”
Her smile was sweeter than sin, and she shifted, her thighs spreading further. He rumbled deep in his chest, appreciating the new view and turned to face her fully, letting his other hand come down and cradle his testes. He rolled them in his palm and she chuckled, her thumb digging into the sensitive spot just above her clit. Her moisture gleamed on her fingers as he swiped his thumb across the head of his prick, spreading the slick pre-come down the shaft.
He stroked and she rubbed, their respective sighs mingling. The dark seemed to pull in closer, leaving them in a bubble of fading moonlight and the heady sweet scent of sex. Both of them were close, trembling on the edge of madness when heavy footsteps on the stairs broke them from their trance.
“Oh, shit!” Shilo moaned, yanking at the blankets to cover herself. “Quick, hide!”
“Where?” he hissed back, already scrambling for his clothing.
“No time. Get in here?” she gathered the dust ruffle and motioned him under the bed. He glared at her but slipped into the dusty shadows. His cock was still so hard it hurt, but there was no way he was going to get caught naked in the Repo Man’s little girl’s bed. He wasn’t that crazy.
“Shilo?” Nathan’s voice came from outside the door, soft and concerned. “Are you asleep?”
“Hmm? What is it Dad?” She was a damn good actress, he thought. She sounded genuinely sleepy, awakened form her dreams by Daddy dearest.
“I thought I saw your window open when I came in. Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine, Dad. Must’ve been a trick of the light.” Shilo yawned loudly. “Can I go back to bed now?” Grave Robber smirked to himself, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her in that bed. He heard her shift restlessly under the covers, and his dick pulsed, leaking hot and thick fluid onto his stomach.
“Did you take your medicine?”
“Yes Dad.” Shilo’s voice went heavy with exasperation. “I’m really tired Dad.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I love you.”
“Love you too. Good night.”
“Good night.” They listened to his footsteps retreat down the hall and Shilo breathed out a sigh of relief.
“That was- oh, God!” she hissed, as he rolled out from underneath the bed and grabbed her, dragging her across the mattress to him.
“Not even close, Shi.” His mouth caught hers, devouring her protests, silencing any more of her teasing banter. They sprawled haphazardly across the bed, his long legs tangled with hers, her hands wrapped in his hair so tight that he winced. “No more games.” He nipped the words into her ear, teeth closing on the tender shell. She squirmed against him, and he groaned, shifting his hips until he could rub against her softness.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“I need you.”
“Where?” His fingers slid across her lower lip. “Here?”
“Inside.” Her hips arched under his and he closed his eyes. He had no intention of coming all over her pretty white skin, but damn, she made it hard to keep his control. He moved his hand between them, adjusting himself, slipping just the first little inch inside. She twisted and thrashed, her voice a desperate chant in his ear. “Hurryhurryhurry.”
“Take it slow,” he whispered back, pinning her to the bed with his weight. He slid inside gradually, her spasming muscles alternately resisting and enveloping him. She murmured and sighed, straining against him.
This was what he wanted, to stay here, stretched out on clean white sheets with this girl taut and slick beneath him, her needy little sounds filling his head with thunder and his veins with fire. He kissed her forehead, her trembling eyelids, and moved just enough to rock her over the edge of oblivion. He swallowed her husky moan, his own growl of climax rumbling through them both. She relaxed under him, finally, and he shifted enough to keep from smothering her, but unwilling to pull away.
Shilo snuggled into the curve of his shoulder, her lips trailing across his collarbone. She yawned, and he smiled into the dark, stroking her hair gently as she drifted off.
“Love you,” she muttered into his skin as she slipped into sleep, and he froze. He held her there in shock, listening to the sibilant whisper of her breath on his skin, trying on the fit of the words. Fear crept through him, tickling his bowels with icy fingers.
Eventually he rose, slipping her back under the sheets and blankets, smoothing the tangled hair away from her face. He got dressed in the dark and then lingered by the window, watching her in the first grey shades of dawn. He blew her a kiss before he slipped out and back into the shadows of the city.
She looks innocent when she’s asleep. Her thighs are still wet with me, with her, and she still looks like a virgin. I want to wake her up, kiss her goodbye, but she’ll understand.
She understands more than I want her to.
Shilo ignored his taunts, tracing the long twisted scar that ran the length of his thigh. She leaned into him, tongue darting out to taste the roughened surface, and he swayed. She watched him from under her long lashes as she moved her mouth slowly over him, sucking and biting at the puckered flesh.
“Knife. In a… oh God… fight.” His turn to sound breathy and disoriented. She turned her head, brushing his erection with her fingers, fondling his balls with feather-light fingertips. Her mouth found another scar, just below his navel. His cock bobbed, sliding along her cheek and leaving a glistening trail of precome on her skin.
“Surgery.” He gasped, clutching at her head. “Shy… just…”
“This?”
Her mouth slid over him, silken lips and the graze of teeth. He collapsed forward, catching himself with his hands on her bed, her body pinned by his weight. She wrapped her arms loosely around his thighs and looked at him up the long line of his body, her tongue stroking him as he stared back at her.
“Up,” he demanded roughly. He pushed himself away from her consuming mouth, pulling at her impatiently. She rose slowly, her body sliding up his, trapping his erection against the smoothness of her belly. Dazed, he bent and lifted her against him, tumbled her breathless and half-laughing onto the white sheets that looked grey and dull against her skin. He followed her down, catching her face in his hands and dragging her mouth back to his. He felt drugged, drunk. She smoothed sweaty strands of hair off his cheeks and murmured words he never heard, absorbed as he was in finding the perfect alignment of flesh and bone that would put him… there.
She closed her eyes and sighed. Heat trickled through her, into him, and wrapped them in a cocoon of silence. For a moment they clung to each other, two lost children hiding from the bogeyman lurking under the bed. He would never admit that she felt like home, like a safe place to hide. She would never admit that he was her addiction, her drug of choice. They lied to each other often, and well.
They could pretend that all of this was about nothing more magical than his prick buried inside her tight body, or that her impulsive flights into his arms were nothing more than teenaged rebellion. Or they could just feel…
He gritted his teeth and forced himself away. As much as he loved being buried in the sodden silk of her cunt, he couldn’t stay. Not without losing himself in the scent and taste of girl and sex. She made a tiny mewling sound and reached for him again, her smooth little hands finding his chest and resting over his heart.
“Don’t go. Please.” Her eyes undid him. He couldn’t look at her any longer without giving in.
“Places to go, people to see, graves to rob, kid.” He turned and started to reach for his pants and she sighed, collapsing back onto the pillows.
“Fine. I’ll just amuse myself.” Her fingers slid over her own skin, wandering the path his mouth had taken. He paused, mouth going dry as he watched her dainty fingers tiptoe down her sternum, linger around her navel. She drew circles on her belly, toyed with the curls his mouth had so recently dampened.
“Shilo…” his voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper as she looked at him, her skin flushed and rosy.
“What?” She smiled at him, her face so innocent, while her wicked fingers slid down further, parting the slick pink lips of her sex. “You asked if this is what I do when you’re not around. Now you know.”
“Fuck it.” He started to reach for her and she slipped through his hands, rolling away with a muffled giggle.
“Oh no you don’t. You can just wait your turn. I’m enjoying… myself.” Two fingers plunged into her pussy and she sighed, her lashes drifting down, her color flushing even deeper. Her voice was breathy and soft. “You can watch, if you want.”
He felt like his heart had migrated into his balls, leaving them throbbing and swollen. Carefully he adjusted himself, hissing at the feel of his own hand against his overly sensitized cock. “I’d rather do.”
“Tough.” Shilo put her free hand over her breast, toying with the nipple lazily. He growled at her and she stuck out her tongue. Her hips surged minutely against her hand as she found a rhythm she liked.
Groaning, Grave Robber gave in, resting his back against the heavy carved post behind him. He managed to smirk at her as he wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking himself slowly while his eyes feasted on her glowing skin. She hummed her approval, her own gaze on his actions.
“Show me,” he invited. “And I’ll show you.”
Her smile was sweeter than sin, and she shifted, her thighs spreading further. He rumbled deep in his chest, appreciating the new view and turned to face her fully, letting his other hand come down and cradle his testes. He rolled them in his palm and she chuckled, her thumb digging into the sensitive spot just above her clit. Her moisture gleamed on her fingers as he swiped his thumb across the head of his prick, spreading the slick pre-come down the shaft.
He stroked and she rubbed, their respective sighs mingling. The dark seemed to pull in closer, leaving them in a bubble of fading moonlight and the heady sweet scent of sex. Both of them were close, trembling on the edge of madness when heavy footsteps on the stairs broke them from their trance.
“Oh, shit!” Shilo moaned, yanking at the blankets to cover herself. “Quick, hide!”
“Where?” he hissed back, already scrambling for his clothing.
“No time. Get in here?” she gathered the dust ruffle and motioned him under the bed. He glared at her but slipped into the dusty shadows. His cock was still so hard it hurt, but there was no way he was going to get caught naked in the Repo Man’s little girl’s bed. He wasn’t that crazy.
“Shilo?” Nathan’s voice came from outside the door, soft and concerned. “Are you asleep?”
“Hmm? What is it Dad?” She was a damn good actress, he thought. She sounded genuinely sleepy, awakened form her dreams by Daddy dearest.
“I thought I saw your window open when I came in. Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine, Dad. Must’ve been a trick of the light.” Shilo yawned loudly. “Can I go back to bed now?” Grave Robber smirked to himself, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her in that bed. He heard her shift restlessly under the covers, and his dick pulsed, leaking hot and thick fluid onto his stomach.
“Did you take your medicine?”
“Yes Dad.” Shilo’s voice went heavy with exasperation. “I’m really tired Dad.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I love you.”
“Love you too. Good night.”
“Good night.” They listened to his footsteps retreat down the hall and Shilo breathed out a sigh of relief.
“That was- oh, God!” she hissed, as he rolled out from underneath the bed and grabbed her, dragging her across the mattress to him.
“Not even close, Shi.” His mouth caught hers, devouring her protests, silencing any more of her teasing banter. They sprawled haphazardly across the bed, his long legs tangled with hers, her hands wrapped in his hair so tight that he winced. “No more games.” He nipped the words into her ear, teeth closing on the tender shell. She squirmed against him, and he groaned, shifting his hips until he could rub against her softness.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“I need you.”
“Where?” His fingers slid across her lower lip. “Here?”
“Inside.” Her hips arched under his and he closed his eyes. He had no intention of coming all over her pretty white skin, but damn, she made it hard to keep his control. He moved his hand between them, adjusting himself, slipping just the first little inch inside. She twisted and thrashed, her voice a desperate chant in his ear. “Hurryhurryhurry.”
“Take it slow,” he whispered back, pinning her to the bed with his weight. He slid inside gradually, her spasming muscles alternately resisting and enveloping him. She murmured and sighed, straining against him.
This was what he wanted, to stay here, stretched out on clean white sheets with this girl taut and slick beneath him, her needy little sounds filling his head with thunder and his veins with fire. He kissed her forehead, her trembling eyelids, and moved just enough to rock her over the edge of oblivion. He swallowed her husky moan, his own growl of climax rumbling through them both. She relaxed under him, finally, and he shifted enough to keep from smothering her, but unwilling to pull away.
Shilo snuggled into the curve of his shoulder, her lips trailing across his collarbone. She yawned, and he smiled into the dark, stroking her hair gently as she drifted off.
“Love you,” she muttered into his skin as she slipped into sleep, and he froze. He held her there in shock, listening to the sibilant whisper of her breath on his skin, trying on the fit of the words. Fear crept through him, tickling his bowels with icy fingers.
Eventually he rose, slipping her back under the sheets and blankets, smoothing the tangled hair away from her face. He got dressed in the dark and then lingered by the window, watching her in the first grey shades of dawn. He blew her a kiss before he slipped out and back into the shadows of the city.
She looks innocent when she’s asleep. Her thighs are still wet with me, with her, and she still looks like a virgin. I want to wake her up, kiss her goodbye, but she’ll understand.
She understands more than I want her to.