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Story: King of Depravity
I throb at the idea and then gasp at the wave of pleasure that rolls through me.
He lets out a deep satisfied chuckle against my lips. “I love having your cum on my face.”
Then he’s lifting me, my other leg wrapping around his waist as he carries me through the loft.
I lift my head long enough to marvel at his strength, the way he doesn’t strain while supporting my weight, before he captures my mouth with his again, the kiss demanding every ounce of my attention.
Holding onto his neck, my fingers dig into his skin as I squeeze him with my thighs, rubbing up and down his stiff cock.
He kicks open his bedroom door, barely breaking the kiss. It isn’t until my back hits the mattress that I open my eyes. The setting sun fills the room with enough light that I can take in the room.
There is nothing but a bed and a single nightstand. But he’s right. The bed is huge.
The linens are all a crisp white, and I break the kiss to turn my face and brush my cheek across them. “Soft,” I murmur, letting go of his neck with one of my hands to smooth my palm over the comforter.
“You’re going to be very comfortable sleeping here,” he says, even as he kisses along my jaw, before he reaches my earlobe and sucks the sensitive flesh between his teeth.
“You have a blanket or something?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed as he sucks at my neck, making my skin sensitive with all the sensation.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to get all these beautiful things dirty…”
“Fuck that,” he rumbles into my collarbone. “I want the smell of you all over my bed.”
“Oh,” I gasp, flushing with pleasure, as he yanks at the hem of my tank top, pulling it up my body and over my head. He takes advantage of the way I have to lift, to unclip my bra.
Then he’s back on top of me, his bare chest rubbing against mine. He feels so good, I let out a groan, threading my hands into his hair.
But he doesn’t stay still for long. Dipping lower, he sucks one nipple between his lips, palming the other, before he switches, my back arching off the bed to give him more access.
Which only encourages him to start kissing down my stomach, hooking the waistband of my leggings to shimmy them down my hips.
They only make it to my knees, however, when his mouth lines up with my pussy and he dives in, tongue first. I’m so sensitive, I scream out, a little pain, a lot of pleasure setting me on fire.
He rips my leggings the rest of the way off before he spreads me wide and dives back in.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Killian
The tangof Chloe’s pussy dances on my tongue as I devour her.
I hold her hips in my hands, angling her body to give me more access, as I lick right where I know she needs it.
Her hands are twisted in the bedding she wanted to preserve, even as she drips her sweet nectar on the bed.
I always said I wanted to dirty her up. She’s dirty now, making a mess of my bed, and I fucking love it.
I insert a finger inside her, then two, feeling her stretch. I want to put my cock in her so bad, but my girl is tight. The slickness helps, but as she adjusts to two fingers, I add a third, feeling the stretch.
Her thighs start to shake, her moans growing louder and higher pitched as she brings one of her hands back to my hair, digging her fingernails into my scalp. I hope she draws blood. I want her to mark me.
With a final gasping sob, she breaks apart, cumming so hard, she curls up and off the bed with her shoulders and head, her eyes screwed shut.
It’s beautiful and I keep my eyes on her, even as I keep working her, letting her ride out all the pleasure.
When she finally collapses back on the bed, I push up, shucking my pants off in a quick move that has my cock springing out and pointing right at her, like it knows exactly where it wants to be.
He lets out a deep satisfied chuckle against my lips. “I love having your cum on my face.”
Then he’s lifting me, my other leg wrapping around his waist as he carries me through the loft.
I lift my head long enough to marvel at his strength, the way he doesn’t strain while supporting my weight, before he captures my mouth with his again, the kiss demanding every ounce of my attention.
Holding onto his neck, my fingers dig into his skin as I squeeze him with my thighs, rubbing up and down his stiff cock.
He kicks open his bedroom door, barely breaking the kiss. It isn’t until my back hits the mattress that I open my eyes. The setting sun fills the room with enough light that I can take in the room.
There is nothing but a bed and a single nightstand. But he’s right. The bed is huge.
The linens are all a crisp white, and I break the kiss to turn my face and brush my cheek across them. “Soft,” I murmur, letting go of his neck with one of my hands to smooth my palm over the comforter.
“You’re going to be very comfortable sleeping here,” he says, even as he kisses along my jaw, before he reaches my earlobe and sucks the sensitive flesh between his teeth.
“You have a blanket or something?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed as he sucks at my neck, making my skin sensitive with all the sensation.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to get all these beautiful things dirty…”
“Fuck that,” he rumbles into my collarbone. “I want the smell of you all over my bed.”
“Oh,” I gasp, flushing with pleasure, as he yanks at the hem of my tank top, pulling it up my body and over my head. He takes advantage of the way I have to lift, to unclip my bra.
Then he’s back on top of me, his bare chest rubbing against mine. He feels so good, I let out a groan, threading my hands into his hair.
But he doesn’t stay still for long. Dipping lower, he sucks one nipple between his lips, palming the other, before he switches, my back arching off the bed to give him more access.
Which only encourages him to start kissing down my stomach, hooking the waistband of my leggings to shimmy them down my hips.
They only make it to my knees, however, when his mouth lines up with my pussy and he dives in, tongue first. I’m so sensitive, I scream out, a little pain, a lot of pleasure setting me on fire.
He rips my leggings the rest of the way off before he spreads me wide and dives back in.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Killian
The tangof Chloe’s pussy dances on my tongue as I devour her.
I hold her hips in my hands, angling her body to give me more access, as I lick right where I know she needs it.
Her hands are twisted in the bedding she wanted to preserve, even as she drips her sweet nectar on the bed.
I always said I wanted to dirty her up. She’s dirty now, making a mess of my bed, and I fucking love it.
I insert a finger inside her, then two, feeling her stretch. I want to put my cock in her so bad, but my girl is tight. The slickness helps, but as she adjusts to two fingers, I add a third, feeling the stretch.
Her thighs start to shake, her moans growing louder and higher pitched as she brings one of her hands back to my hair, digging her fingernails into my scalp. I hope she draws blood. I want her to mark me.
With a final gasping sob, she breaks apart, cumming so hard, she curls up and off the bed with her shoulders and head, her eyes screwed shut.
It’s beautiful and I keep my eyes on her, even as I keep working her, letting her ride out all the pleasure.
When she finally collapses back on the bed, I push up, shucking my pants off in a quick move that has my cock springing out and pointing right at her, like it knows exactly where it wants to be.
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