“Fuck,” I moan again. “Just don’t stop.”
I pant as he takes the next one in his hand and gives it the same attention he gave the first.
My pussy aches for attention as he presses harder against me. He senses that, too, and his hand releases one breast to sink down inside my panties. He finds my clit and rubs until I’m panting harder. I need him even more than before.
“Please,” I beg.
His lips hover just above mine. “Please, what, princess?”
“Please, I need you inside me.” My pussy aches harder, desperate to be filled.
He stands and pulls my panties off my body until I’m completely bare for him. He only takes a second to admire my body before picking up his discarded jeans, but it feels like his eyes soak me in for hours. I think, if I asked him, he could recall every curve, every freckle, and every imperfection of my skin. That’s how well his eyes have taken in my body.
I watch as he pulls a condom out of his pocket. I try not to think why he would have one in his pocket in the first place, but my thoughts drift anyway. Did he pick me up tonight with this intention? Or did he plan on picking up another random girl as soon as he dropped me off?
The thoughts quickly float out of my head when he drops his boxers, and I watch his thick, hard cock spring free.
My breath catches at the sight. I have to touch it. I have to make him feel as good as he has made me feel.
“Touch it,” he commands, reading my thoughts again.
I hesitantly reach my hand out to stroke him. He moans at my touch, giving me more confidence, and I tighten my grip around his straining erection. I move up and down, slow and steady.
“Fuck, princess,” he moans.
I pick up speed, as his arousal somehow grows larger.
He suddenly grabs my wrist, and I stop the movement and look up at him with wide eyes.
“Enough,” he says.
He rips the condom open with his mouth, an obviously practiced move. He easily slides it on, never taking his dangerous eyes off of mine. I sink back into the bed, climbing up further away from him. I feel my heartbeat race in anticipation of what is about to happen. I swallow hard, trying to push the nervous energy down, but it doesn’t work. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.
Killian climbs up the bed until he is on top of me. He kisses me hard and controlling as I feel him settle in between my legs again. I tremble slightly when he palms my breast.
He looks up at me with troubled eyes. “Is this your first time, princess?”
“No,” I whisper. But it might as well be. It’s been three years. And even then, it only happened a handful of times, and none of them felt even a fraction as good as this has so far.
His eyes travel over my face, trying to understand the contradiction between my words and what my body is saying. He tucks a hair behind my ear, trying to calm my nerves. “I’m not going to hurt you, princess.”
I nod, but I can’t control my body. I can’t keep it from reacting this way. When he realizes that I’m not going to relax from just his words, he tries with his lips, with his tongue. His tongue sinks into my mouth, and I lose myself in his kiss.
His hand finds my clit again, and he works me into a frenzy of need. I moan as I grow closer. I’m so close to coming. My eyes open for just a second, and I see him giving me one final warning with his eyes before he sinks inside me.
“Fuck, Killian,” I moan as he stretches me with his cock. I didn’t even realize I could stretch that wide for him.
“You’re beautiful, princess. Look at me,” Killian says, taking me off the pain for a second.
When I do, I see the appreciation there. I moisten my lips moments before his lips join with mine again. I feel him sink further into me, but this time, my body welcomes the wince of pain because it knows it’ll bring me closer to the pleasure that is about to ensue.
His hands lock back with mine, high over my head, as he gently rocks inside me. We both moan as he does. The pleasure begins to sweep over my body with each movement. His body moves slowly at first in a steady rhythm that my body easily matches.
His body quickly increases his rhythm, thrusting harder and faster. Each time his body presses into mine, another jolt of pleasure flows through every nerve ending in my body. Each thrust brings me closer and closer to exploding in ecstasy. Each thrust sweeps me further and further under his spell.
“Come for me,” he says, his voice primal and raspy.
I realize he’s panting just as hard as I am.