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Killian maneuvered his perfectly sculpted body between my thighs, his wide shoulders not allowing me to move. His tongue lapped at me, working to find the rhythm I craved. I wanted to applaud his attention to detail and my eyes wanted to roll into the back of my head. It was like he was cued into every involuntary twitch of my muscles, every hitch of breath, and every gasp.
“Yes,” I breathed in a broken whisper as his face dove into my center in such a way that drove me out of my mind. A cross between a tiny squeak and a groan escaped my mouth. His head popped up for a second, a satisfied grin stretched across his mouth, my arousal wet on his lips and chin before he went back down for more.
To say I was pleased was the understatement of my lifetime. How had I gone this long without feeling like my world began and ended with him?
He sucked my swollen nub into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin.Holy shit.My insides tightened. My legs just about crushed his head between them as my stomach jerked and my hips bucked wildly. “Don’t stop. God?—”
My fingers sunk into his dark, curly hair, needing to hold onto something. To anchor myself in the maelstrom of emotions whipping through me. I gripped so hard he grunted, and instead of pulling away he doubled down.
I was so close to finishing, almost feral with need. He slid two fingers inside me, crooked them at just the right angle and the world stilled, then came into sharp focus before my release splintered all around me in a wild kaleidoscope of colors.
Killian’s strong arm anchored me as I writhed against the sheets, their silky coolness a relief to my fevered skin. When he slipped another finger inside me, the obscene wet sounds of my desire echoed in the dim room. The warm, sweet woodsy, scent of the cologne he wore mingled in the air, making my head spin with need.
My thighs quivered against his stubbled cheeks. The taste of desperation was sweet on my tongue as I gasped his name. Undeterred, he worked faster, his talented mouth relentless in trying to bring me to another explosion. Then, with devastating precision, he curled his fingers just so, finding a spot that sentelectric pulses of pleasure through my every nerve ending once more.
“Killian!” His name burst from my lips again, raw and primal, as one peak crashed into another. The room spun in a storm of sensation—his hot breath, my racing pulse, the whisper of the sheets against my sweat-slicked skin. Each wave of pleasure brought me to heights I never imagined were possible.
An intense sense of satisfaction filled me at the deep guttural sounds coming from his mouth. The hot and dirty murmurings let me know he needed this just as much as I did. The man seemed intent on consuming me. He took over my body like he owned it and was slowly decimating any control I thought I had.
He could have all of it.
When he slipped his hand free, the pressure on my clit subsided. I collapsed.
I forced my eyes to meet Killian’s. His were wild, heat flickering in their depths. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and I couldn’t look away.
His callused fingers slid his boxers down his hips to pool at his ankles before he toed them away. His dick was long and thick, my mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting a taste. When I moaned again, a shit-eating grin curved his lips.
He knew just what he was doing to me when he wrapped his hand around it with pride.
He stroked it from root to tip, squeezing tight. I fixated on the drop of pre-cum sliding down his hard shaft. The languidness that had swept my body quickly dissipated and my thighs clenched together again, needing more of him and building toward another go-around. My pussy felt hollow and lonely without him.
I needed him more than I needed my next breath.
We watched each other for a moment and I couldn’t stop myself from kneading furiously at my breasts, plucking roughlyat my nipples. My clit was so sensitive I knew I wouldn’t last long if I touched it the way I wanted to, but I couldn’t stop myself as my hand inched down my chest and over my stomach.
Killian abruptly let go of his dick. It remained at attention while he placed one knee on the bed and hauled me upright in a move that left me gasping. “I want you so fucking bad, Tink.” He flipped me over onto my stomach, one arm holding me in place to keep my hips up as my face pressed into the mattress, too weak to hold myself up. And I really didn’t care if I suffocated as long as he did what I needed him to do and took me hard and fast.
One hand caressed my ass, leaving tiny bolts of electricity shooting to my overly sensitive core while the other slid through my slit. “You’re so fucking wet again.”
“I need you,” I whined. “Don’t make me wait.” I couldn’t believe the sound of my voice, this desperate, needy, tone. He’d brought me to a point where I could only think of him and his thick, glorious cock filling me.
Suddenly, he was gone. I followed the sounds, watching him yank open the drawer beside his bed, followed by the crinkling and tearing of foil. Keeping my position, I looked over my shoulder. Now it was my turn to possessively watch him as he rolled a condom down his hardened length. I’d never thought of a dick as beautiful before, but his was perfect.
The bed dipped as he re-positioned himself behind me. His hands grabbed my thick hips and he ran the tip of his cock along my slit, soaking it in my juices. With each pass, I grew more impatient.
“Why are you taking so damn long?” I ground my ass into him.
His low chuckle filled the air. “Impatient, my little fairy?”
“You know I am,” I groaned.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I want to savor the feeling of the first time I sink myself into your greedy pussy.”
Said pussy clenched at his dirty words.
He continued to toy with me. Every time his dick passed by my entrance, he’d slowly push in just the tip, leaving me wanting more, before he’d slide it up to tap my clit.
I didn’t know if I wanted to moan or scream. I was so worked up. My hips thrust back mindlessly, telling him what I wanted. What I needed.