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He drills deep into my pussy, over and over again. Each thrust elicits a moan from my throat, and my body already wound tight from near orgasm, sings high with every touch. Then his head drops and his burning mouth latches onto my over-sensitive skin, branding himself into my shoulder with his teeth. I hook my legs around his hips and dig my nails hard into his shoulders, an act that draws a deep, guttural moan from his throat as he kisses, bites, and fucks his way into my very soul.

I cling to him as my body bows and bends to his cock, and then it hits me. An orgasm so powerful that my vision goes white and my body coils around him like a lock, clenching tightly as pleasure wracks through my form and desire pours from my throat. Killian doesn’t stop; he keeps fucking me through the trembling waves of pleasure and the involuntary spasms in my thighs.

My core rocks and ripples tightly around his cock, and I exist, light as a feather for a few seconds before I crash back down and slump back against the bed, panting heavily. Sweat slicks my skin and Killian smirks, slowing his thrusts and dragging his hot tongue up through the valley of my breasts.

“Iownyou,” he purrs, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he presses the words into my skin. I slowly open my eyes, lids fluttering as I wet my lips and search for words. Killian lifts his head and meets my gaze, his eyes dark. “You’re so cock drunk you can’t even talk.” His breath scoffs out of him, heat ghosting over my throat, and I groan loudly as his hips swivel against me. Ithurts,but it’s a good pain, like the ache after a good workout.

What does hedoto me?

“You’re one…to talk,” I manage with a light smirk, “you’re the one who had to taste me first before fucking me.”

“Ahh, mytesorina,” Killian purrs. Then he starts to fuck me again in a way that’s so violent my body is shunted an inch up the bed. His right hand lifts from the bed sheets and clamps down around my throat, pinning me to the bed, and I tighten my arms around his shoulders.

I try to gasp, but only a strained noise makes its way past my lips.

I can’t breathe. I can’t move. He’s going to fuck me until the end.

My body sings higher and higher with each sensitive stroke of his cock. As I grip onto the thick muscles of his shoulders, the indentations my nails leave rub against my fingertips.

Excellent.

Suddenly I can breathe again. He releases my throat and cool air seeps into my lungs as his body slips from my fingers.

Where is he going?

Killian leans back, escaping my grasp and drawing my focus away from the warmth of his body. He grasps my knees, one in each hand, and presses them apart down onto the bed, spreading my pussy wide and available for his dark, hungry gaze.

Oh God, he’s watching himselffuckme?

It’s so obscene that I bury my face in my hands as the curling heat of shame crawls up my chest and settles heavily in my cheeks. He stops his thrusts immediately.

“Cara,” he says and there’s a warning in his tone that burns worse than the embarrassment. “Let me see your face.” I don’t move. He savagely pinches my clit, and I drop my hands immediately as pleasure and pain spark through my over-sensitive body, my cheeks flushing so hot that they sting.

“Killian!” I gasp. I can’t believe hedidthat!

I can’t believe I didn’t hate it.

“Good girl,” he purrs and my body ignites at the phrase.

Good girl?What am I, some kind of dog?And yet I can’t deny how that made my heart flutter and my core clenches sharply as he resumes stroking my pussy.

He keeps me pinned and exposed before him, watching as his cock pounds into me over and over again. The bed creaks with the force of his thrusts as if he’s about to split me wide open. I want toholdhim, but I can’t reach him from this angle. I have no choice but to grip my breasts, kneading at the flesh and twisting my nipples in the same way he would do if his hands weren’t busy holding my thighs apart.

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” Killian growls and the sound shoots straight to my core. “Touch yourself, good girl.”

My pants mirror his, light music mixing together in the charge that grows hotter with every passing second. His thrusts are coming faster, and my pussy aches from the force, drinking up every drop of power he gives me like I’m the one starved. I close my eyes, arching my back off the bed and offering myself to him like a sweet delicacy as the tingles from my orgasm swell rapidly towards the pleasure of another.

It’s too much, I can’t, I can’t—

And yet I focus on the pleasure as it builds. I rock my hips up slightly so his cock brushes past that sweet, hidden spot deep within me. It’s almost as if he can drive himself deeper within me.

I clench around him asneedspikes through me like a lightning bolt, and then, I cum. A cry rips sharply from me and Killian’s moan crashes over me in tandem. We cum together, trembling and panting as our bodies course in mirrored pleasure, then his mouth lands on my chest. Wet, open-mouthed kisses mark a path up to my mouth, and when Killian eagerly crashes our mouths together in a deep, possessive kiss, my heart smiles.

He has me, totally and completely. I bring my hands up and cup his jaw as he kisses me, his tongue moving slowly and lazily against my own. I run my thumbs lightly over his cheekbones, light stubble catching on my fingertips, and his body drapes down to rest over mine like a heated blanket.

“That was…” he begins against my lips and I kiss him again, once, twice.

“Amazing?” I prompt tiredly and I thread my fingers up into his hair, stroking through the silky soft strands that carry the slight telltale roughness of the gel he used to slick it back.


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