Then his fingers dip through my hyper-sensitive folds and I dart up onto my tiptoes with a loud moan, my body shuddering with desire as a pleased groan rumbles through him.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he growls and I nod quickly, pressing my fingertips harder against the wall.
“Do something about it then,” I gasp. His right-hand twists into my hair, jerking my head back from the wall and forcing my body to bow so I’m forced to look backward and up at him. Such a position bares my throat and I’m sure he can see how rabbit-like my pulse is.
Our eyes meet for a split second, then his thick, throbbing cock spears into me so suddenly that my pussy pulses in pain and a scream rips from my throat.
My core quivers, fireworks spreading to every corner of my soul as he releases my hair, allowing my head to tip forward against the wall as he fucks into me with one swift, powerful move. His cock sheaths within me in seconds, my pussy gripping him tight and as desperate as the rhythm of my own heart.
Yes, yes yes!
He grants me a second of adjustment before his right-hand slides around my body between me and the wall, grasping at my breast as his left hand grips my hips and he begins to fuck me against the wall like I’m nothing more than a doll.
Each thrust forces me almost off my tiptoes as his cock barrels into me and his hand grips my breast like an anchor point to his frenzied fucking. Repeated slams of his hips shock the air right out of my lungs and I’m powerless to do anything but pant and whine as he fucks the sounds right out of my body.
His cock pounds deep, settling into the home he carved within me long ago.
“Fuck, fuck!” Killian growls, his face pressing into my hair and his growls rumbling through my very soul as he fucks me up the wall, up and up and up.
Every snap of his hips forces my heart to skip a beat and I’m weightless. I can barely gain a breath before it’s pounded out of me, can barely gain a thought before it’s fucked right out of my head. I’m an overheating, over-sensitive mess and he takes me deeply, over and over again.
The tingling pulses of my orgasm begin to build faster than I can focus on as he slams into me, his heavy balls catching on the backs of my thighs and just as I hit my peak, his hand leaves my breast, and slides up to wrap around my throat.
Breathing becomes impossible as sparks like electricity pulse through my body, from my fingertips to my toes. He holds me in place as his thrusts become even more erratic. I can barely touch the ground, held aloft by his cock and his hand as he growls in my ear and fucks me as a man possessed.
I’m completely intoxicated, awash in pleasure that courses from my throbbing nipples to my pulsing pussy, and the edges of my vision begin to tinge black as I soar higher and higher.
The grip around my throat relaxes, I suck in a breath and when air hits the bottom of my lungs, my orgasm hits like a freight train.
The first pulsing wave draws another hoarse scream from my chest as my body locks up like a vice around Killian’s cock. He cries out, his thrust stuttering as his own orgasm crashes over him and he crushes me into the wall as pulse after pulse of my pleasure and his seed mingle in my core.
I’m frozen, unable to move, and scarcely able to breathe as burning ecstasy cascades over me in waves. My clit throbs in time to my heart, my pussy aches from the barrage, and still Killian grinds into me, milking the last of his pleasure and mine. Sweat clings my clothes to my skin, my hair tangles at my neck, and Killian’s lips find my sweat-tainted cheek as he pants against me.
“F-Fuck,” I gasp.
Suddenly he steps away from me, his cock slipping from my pussy in a hot rush, and without him to keep me upright, I crumple down the wall to my knees as the pleasure aftershocks tremble through my body, skittering like shivers across my skin.
“There,” Killian’s voice comes from above me, “I’ve been inside you now.”
Lifting my gaze, his dark eyes pin me in place as his cock juts out, slick and proud from his body, and my core throbs once, twice.
My mouth opens obediently as my lungs tremble at the prospect of losing air once more.
I want that, I think blearily as his right-hand slides into my hair.I need that high.
I’ve never been more eager for his cock down my throat than I am in this moment.
36
KILLIAN
She sits, a puddle at my feet with her eyes slightly clouded and her thighs still trembling from her orgasm, looking every bit the beautiful woman I’m so madly obsessed with.
Her moment of respite only lasts a few seconds before I thread my fingers into her hair, grip the strands and coax her up onto her knees. She whimpers a soft sound that shoots straight to my aching cock and her ruby-red lips part without thought.
Concern lingers at the bottom of my heart, as it has done ever since I saw her with a gun to her back, concern that she’s seconds away from crumpling down into pieces so I have been holding myself back out of respect.
Not now.