The Pulse by Shoshanna Evers Page B

her moist cunt.
    “You want this?” he asked, one last time.
    “God yes,” she whimpered, and he thrust himself inside her. Her pussy clenched around him and he had to struggle to go slowly, to ease into her, opening her to him.
    She felt so good… too good. He slowed even more, pulling out to the head of his cock, and slid into her again, feeling the wet heat surround him.
    How could he let this girl leave?
    Staring down into her beautiful brown eyes, he knew if he let her go he’d never forgive himself. What happened to his sister Stephanie might happen to Emily, and then what?
    He shook his head, pushing the thought of Stephanie out of his mind. He wanted to focus completely on Emily now.
    He slid his hands beneath her ass, massaging the warm flesh as he gripped her ass cheeks hard, pulling her up, tilting her pelvis so he pounded into her in a way that made her face flush as she gasped.
    “You like that?”
    “Don’t stop, Mason, don’t stop,” she begged, clutching his shoulders as he kept up the pace. Her body stiffened and then relaxed in his arms, her pussy clenching his cock spasmodically as she climaxed.
    Grunting, he pulled out of her. He was going to come soon too, and he wanted to see her mouth on his cock before he did.
    Straddling her head, Mason pressed his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth hungrily, sucking his cock past her lips as if she could read his mind.
    “Swallow it all, Emily,” he said, holding her head still with his hands as he fucked her mouth. She murmured her agreement eagerly and the vibration of her throat made him come, crying out with desire as she sucked every last drop from him.
    He carefully extricated himself from her mouth and lay next to her on the narrow bed, still breathing heavily. He hadn’t had sex in a long time. Too long—and he’d never had sex that good.
    There was something about Emily that turned him on in a way no other woman had. “It’s been so long for me,” he said, barely aware he’d spoken aloud.
    “Because you were in prison,” she said softly.
    Mason sighed. She deserved the truth—if she knew the truth, she could make a decision as to whether or not she wanted him around like she thought she did. If he didn’t tell her why he’d been in prison, it was as bad as lying to her. She had to know.
    He nodded. “Yeah.”
    “I know you won’t hurt me, Mason,” she whispered.
    “No,” he agreed. “I won’t ever hurt you.”
    “So tell me.”
    Sighing, he looked up at the cracked white ceiling. “I was at Rikers waiting to be sentenced. They were gonna ship me upstate.”
    “For what?”
    “Murder.”
    She stifled a gasp. “But—but, you were innocent, right? You didn’t do it?”
    “No,” he admitted. “I did it.”
    “Was it—a crime of passion?”
    He wondered if she thought a crime of passion was more forgivable. After all, some people could understand the idea of snapping, temporary insanity—but it was still murder. He had to tell her what really happened. She deserved the truth.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “But either way it doesn’t change the outcome.”
    “How do I know you won’t kill me, if not now, then—at some point in the future?”
    He laughed, but she looked dead serious. “I don’t go around killing people for fun, you know. I’m not a serial killer or something.”
    “Can you promise me—can you swear to God you’ll never kill anyone again?”
    Mason thought about it. His first instinct was to say yes, he promised—but he never made a promise he couldn’t keep, and if anyone ever tried to hurt Emily, he’d kill them. Simple as that. So no, he couldn’t promise.
    He shook his head. “There are reasons for killing, Emily. I’m sure that doesn’t make sense to a girl like you, but… there are reasons to kill.”
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    Emily lay as still as she could in the bed next to Mason. She couldn’t believe what she had just learned. He was an actual murderer?
    It was worse—way