Page 59 of Killaney Blood

He comes up behind me and grips my hips possessively. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and hard.

"Tell me you want this," he growls, one hand sliding up my back to fist my hair.

"Just fuck me already," I say, pushing back against him.

He laughs, low and dangerous. "Not good enough," he says and yanks my hair, forcing my head up.

I'm breathing hard, bent over my own couch, hands bound, ass in the air, obviously I want this.

"Please," I say, the word foreign on my tongue.

He leans over me, his chest pressed against my back, mouth at my ear. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me, Declan."

He kisses me. "That's my good girl."

He lets go of my hair and I lower my head, readying myself.

He spreads me and I feel the head of him at my entrance. He leans into me, and I cry out, unprepared for his size despite feeling him in my mouth moments ago. The fullness is overwhelming, bordering on pain, but I breathe, forcing my body to welcome him, wet and eager.

He pulls out slightly, and then thrusts into me again.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so tight."

He gets all the way in and freezes for just a second. I take a few deep breaths, and then he starts grinding against me.

My fingers dig into the couch cushions as he starts going in and out faster.

Every thrust drives me forward, the fabric of the couch rubbing against me.

"You want to come now?" he asks, but I can't speak.

He reaches around, fingers finding my clit, circling roughly. "Answer me."

"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."

His pace quickens now, hips crashing against mine. I feel him everywhere: inside me, around me, his scent filling my lungs, hisgroans in my ears. The pressure builds again, faster this time, a tidal wave I can't stop.

He straightens up, one hand still gripping my hip, the other smacks my ass. Hard.

The pain feels cool and hot at the same time.

I then feel him shift; something warm and wet lands on the small of my back. Spit. It slides down the crack of my ass, and I shudder at the unexpected sensation.

His thumb follows the trail, circling my other entrance. I tense, unprepared for this new adventure.

"Relax, baby," he commands, continuing to thrust into me.

No one's ever taught me that. I've never wanted it, but something about him makes me want everything he's willing to give me.

So I force myself to relax as he slowly pushes his thumb inside, just past the first knuckle. The stretch burns, strange and foreign, but as he continues to pound into me from behind, the dual penetration creates a fullness I've never experienced and it makes me dizzy with pleasure.

"Oh my God," I choke out, shocked by the intensity.

"Too much?" he asks.

"No," I gasp. "Don't stop."