He rocks his hips into me, and the moan that comes out of me is horrifying.
I don't think I've been this turned on in my life.
Focus, Summer.
As I push on his chest, he moves back, standing up.
I get off the bed and sink to my knees in front of him, fingers going for the zipper of his jeans.
He pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the side as I take out his cock.
It's long and hard, the vein underneath popping out.
I wrap my hand around the base, stroking to the tip and rubbing in the drops of pre-cum.
He groans, fingers weaving through my hair as he pulls my face closer.
I lick my way up his cock, swirling my tongue along the head before going back down.
His groan has my pussy aching. I repeat the process, this time taking him into my mouth.
Noah wastes no time, holding my head in place and thrusting himself to the back of my mouth.
I gag a little, wrapping my hand tighter around the base, eyes watering as I do my best to take him deep.
"Good little slut," he whispers, looking down at me as he rocks his cock out and back in. "Take all of me."
There's no way that's going to happen, but he keeps pounding into me anyway, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggle to keep up.
I stroke my hand in time with my mouth, getting into a rhythm with him.
His cock stiffens, and he comes, thick ropes pouring into me.
I swallow everything he gives, sucking and licking, grazing my teeth along the sensitive skin until he pulls out.
I get to my feet, mildly horrified about what I just did. It might be enough, though. I don't need much. Just enough to get him to relax around me.
Noah smirks as he tucks himself away. "You didn't think that little sex stunt was going to do anything, did you?"
My heart drops to the floor. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He swipes a finger at the corner of my mouth before holding it up to me. "Looks like you missed some."
"Bastard."
The cum is wiped across my collarbones before he shakes his head and picks up the mirror shard, leaving me standing there in the middle of the room with no clue what to do now.
He smirks and shakes his head. "It was a nice try. Should be good practice for what's coming."
The door slams behind him, the lock clicking.
I suck in a sharp breath, wondering what the hell that means.
I thought he was going to kill me, but based on the look in his eyes and that smug smile, something else is coming my way.
My stomach starts to turn, my mind spinning with possibilities.
I'm dealing with a murderer—a sick bastard who knows no limits, who doesn't care who he hurts.