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Story: King of Depravity
This, of all the things I’ve said, draws a smile from his lips. “Nope. I’ve got a giant cock.”
I try to step back, forgetting my pants are around my ankles. I start to fall, my arms flailing.
He easily hooks my waist, and for a second he brings me back to upright. A sigh of relief starts to fall from my lips, but it’s cut off as I start falling again. This time, I’m tipping forward, and in a move I can’t even comprehend, I find my belly pressed to his powerful thighs, my ass in the air.
I’m still in my thong, my bra is on, and my pants are around my ankles. One of his hands comes to my ass, his palm coming down on it in a definite smack that makes me jolt in surprise and humiliation.
But he doesn’t smack me again. Instead, he just squeezes.
His other hand grips his monster penis, and I look back in time to see him rub his palm and fingers up the length.
It’s primal and dirty and I feel like a peeper because it’s also…fascinating. I’ve never seen a man pleasure himself or be pleasured and I didn’t expect to find it exciting.
But it is. My clit gives a decided throb as I consider how he said he’d like to taste me. Would that have felt good?
I shift my weight, the press of his right thigh, hurting my stomach, but his hand tightens on my ass to hold me, his thumb slipping between my thighs. He’s so close to the ache that’s building that I actually have to resist the urge to shift so that he’s touching me where I need relief.
Does he understand what I was feeling or does he just do what he wants? Probably the latter, but either way, he brushes his thumb right over my clit. I can’t remember the last time I even masturbated so the touch is like an explosion of sensation. I jolt in his lap, but this time it’s not fear, but pleasure.
I look back to see his hand flying over his cock, a pearl of liquid collecting on the head. What does the skin feel like? What does his cum taste like?
He brushes his thumb down my seam, the fabric still covering me, which actually makes me feel safer, like I can enjoy it because he can’t totally invade my most personal place and I whimper with need when he hits my clit again.
“I would have sucked that little clit until you screamed with pleasure,” he grits out as he massages a circle over the sensitive bud.
I’m now picturing him, with his powerful shoulders, leaning forward to bury his face between my thighs. It’s so hot that when his thumb rubs another circle, I cry out, an orgasm ripping through me. He’s barely touched me. How could I cum like that?
This was not supposed to happen. But I can barely attend the thought as I wilt over his legs, my body completely spent.
That’s when he cums, a guttural roar filling my room as warm liquid squirts all over my back and ass.
I lift my head to see the thick rope of it shoot from his cock and land on my skin.
His hand leaves my ass as he spreads the liquid all over the skin of my back, rubbing it in.
I shake my head, trying to make sense of what just happened. Somehow, I’m not surprised that this is the guy who finally makes me feel something. I’m probably just as messed up as him.
But that doesn’t mean this was a good idea. It was an awful one, in fact. I should have never…
Then again, I didn’t have much choice.
He leans over and licks the skin of my back, tasting himself on my skin. Sick fuck.
“I taste good on you,” he grunts like that’s an explanation. Like any of this makes sense.
Then he slides his hands under me and lifts me up. Shifting my weight to one of his arms, he pulls down my covers and lays me in the bed, pulling the blankets over my body.
Is he tucking me in?
Without a word, he pulls up his pants, tucking himself into them before he redoes his belt and then he just turns and leaves my room, the money still on my nightstand.
His footsteps echo down the short hall and to the front door. I hear one of my roommates gasp, how did I miss that one of them was home?
I was a little busy…
Killian doesn’t say a word to her, but I do hear the front door open and then close. Amazingly, my eyes drift closed.
I just let a crazy psycho stalker finger me while he jacked off so I could keep my own money. I try to avoid trouble, I really do.
I try to step back, forgetting my pants are around my ankles. I start to fall, my arms flailing.
He easily hooks my waist, and for a second he brings me back to upright. A sigh of relief starts to fall from my lips, but it’s cut off as I start falling again. This time, I’m tipping forward, and in a move I can’t even comprehend, I find my belly pressed to his powerful thighs, my ass in the air.
I’m still in my thong, my bra is on, and my pants are around my ankles. One of his hands comes to my ass, his palm coming down on it in a definite smack that makes me jolt in surprise and humiliation.
But he doesn’t smack me again. Instead, he just squeezes.
His other hand grips his monster penis, and I look back in time to see him rub his palm and fingers up the length.
It’s primal and dirty and I feel like a peeper because it’s also…fascinating. I’ve never seen a man pleasure himself or be pleasured and I didn’t expect to find it exciting.
But it is. My clit gives a decided throb as I consider how he said he’d like to taste me. Would that have felt good?
I shift my weight, the press of his right thigh, hurting my stomach, but his hand tightens on my ass to hold me, his thumb slipping between my thighs. He’s so close to the ache that’s building that I actually have to resist the urge to shift so that he’s touching me where I need relief.
Does he understand what I was feeling or does he just do what he wants? Probably the latter, but either way, he brushes his thumb right over my clit. I can’t remember the last time I even masturbated so the touch is like an explosion of sensation. I jolt in his lap, but this time it’s not fear, but pleasure.
I look back to see his hand flying over his cock, a pearl of liquid collecting on the head. What does the skin feel like? What does his cum taste like?
He brushes his thumb down my seam, the fabric still covering me, which actually makes me feel safer, like I can enjoy it because he can’t totally invade my most personal place and I whimper with need when he hits my clit again.
“I would have sucked that little clit until you screamed with pleasure,” he grits out as he massages a circle over the sensitive bud.
I’m now picturing him, with his powerful shoulders, leaning forward to bury his face between my thighs. It’s so hot that when his thumb rubs another circle, I cry out, an orgasm ripping through me. He’s barely touched me. How could I cum like that?
This was not supposed to happen. But I can barely attend the thought as I wilt over his legs, my body completely spent.
That’s when he cums, a guttural roar filling my room as warm liquid squirts all over my back and ass.
I lift my head to see the thick rope of it shoot from his cock and land on my skin.
His hand leaves my ass as he spreads the liquid all over the skin of my back, rubbing it in.
I shake my head, trying to make sense of what just happened. Somehow, I’m not surprised that this is the guy who finally makes me feel something. I’m probably just as messed up as him.
But that doesn’t mean this was a good idea. It was an awful one, in fact. I should have never…
Then again, I didn’t have much choice.
He leans over and licks the skin of my back, tasting himself on my skin. Sick fuck.
“I taste good on you,” he grunts like that’s an explanation. Like any of this makes sense.
Then he slides his hands under me and lifts me up. Shifting my weight to one of his arms, he pulls down my covers and lays me in the bed, pulling the blankets over my body.
Is he tucking me in?
Without a word, he pulls up his pants, tucking himself into them before he redoes his belt and then he just turns and leaves my room, the money still on my nightstand.
His footsteps echo down the short hall and to the front door. I hear one of my roommates gasp, how did I miss that one of them was home?
I was a little busy…
Killian doesn’t say a word to her, but I do hear the front door open and then close. Amazingly, my eyes drift closed.
I just let a crazy psycho stalker finger me while he jacked off so I could keep my own money. I try to avoid trouble, I really do.
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