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Her tits spill out of the bra as she pulls the straps of the dress over her shoulders then unhooks the bra, looking at me seductively as she pinches it between her fingers and drops it to the ground.
I step closer to her. "Touch your pussy," I order. "Coat your fingers in your wetness."
When she does, I guide her fingers to my cock. She wipes her wetness onto my shaft, her hand wrapping around it to take over stroking me until I tell her to stop. "Slide two fingers inside your pussy," I tell her. "I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers while I'm in your mouth."
"Killian," she groans. I watch intently as she slides her fingers inside her pussy until her palm is flat against her clit. She moans as I stand wide, one leg on either side of her chair until my cock is directly in front of her mouth.
"Is that what you wanted?" I ask, my voice thick as she cradles my balls with her free hand, her movement gentle.
"Yes," she whispers. Her mouth falls open and she guides my cock into her mouth. When she wraps her lips around me, I'm in heaven. Total heaven.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers." I choke out the words, barely able to keep track of anything coherent in my head as she begins to work me with that more-than-adept mouth of hers. Her tongue flicks over the underside of my cock, lingering on the ridged part of the head as she sucks me into her mouth, deeper and deeper with each pass.
My hands go to her hair, getting tangled up as I grasp handfuls and pull her toward me. When I ask her if it's too much, she shakes her head and moans, gripping my ass with her free hand and pulling me further inside.
I lose track of time as I fuck her sweet, tight little mouth, thrusting inside her without reservation as she encourages me with her moans. My cock swells to the point where it feels like it's about to burst. "Are you close, Lily? Does having my cock in your mouth make you want to come?"
A long guttural groan is her only response.
"I'm so close, Lily. Your mouth is so warm and so wet and so tight, you have me close to exploding." Her eyes go wide and she whimpers. I can see her arm moving, faster as she no doubt fucks herself harder with her fingers. I can't wait until it's my cock inside her instead of those fingers.
"Do you want me to come on you? All over those perfect tits of yours?" I can hardly keep myself from coming right down the back of her throat, but I want to see my cum on her skin, splashed across her tits like I've marked her as mine.
She nods, her answer muffled by my cock, but when I pull out of her mouth, she cries out, "Yes!"
Then it's yes, yes, yes as she comes, and I explode, unleashing my cum all over her open mouth and onto her tits, and calling out her name as I coat her.
When she opens her eyes, she makes a show of licking her lips, and I swear I've never seen anything this hot in my life. Then she grins. "My memory is definitely refreshed now."
34
Lily
Killian pulls me into the bathroom where he strips off my dress and cleans every inch of me in his expansive shower, my back against his and his body pressed against mine as his hands roam over me.
"This is not what I expected for a cabin." The bathroom is huge, with log walls like the rest of the cabin but with a steam shower and huge bathtub and more space than one person could possibly need. "Did you really do all of this yourself?"
Killian snorts. "Of course I did."
"Of course I did," I say, mocking him. "You made this whole entire bathroom?"
"It wasn't that hard." He shrugs nonchalantly as he turns off the shower, reaching for a fluffy white towel from the teak towel bar and wrapping me up in it.
"You have a teak towel holder. I don't even have a teak towel holder."
"What? Just 'cause I live in a cabin doesn't mean it has to be a total shithole."
"If I open one of those cabinets, am I going to find rows of hair products?" I tease. "You're secretly super high-maintenance, aren't you?"
"Fuck no, woman." He gives me a disgusted look and shivers exaggeratedly before bending down and throwing me over his shoulder before I can react.
"What are you doing?" I squeal as he rips my towel off and tosses it on the floor. "I'm shivering!"
He slaps my bare ass. "Don't worry. I'll warm you up." I protest halfheartedly, but stop, mostly because I want to know exactly what he has in mind when it comes to warming me up.
He carries me out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and through the kitchen to the living room, but he doesn't wait until he reaches that destination to slide his fingers between my legs. He does it as we're walking, teasing me with his fingertips, brushing my pussy lips as we move. I can't believe how much I'm turned on by being slung over his shoulder like this, carried off by this caveman who slaps my ass and calls me woman.
He pauses with me on his shoulder when we reach the living room. "Are you going to put me down?" I ask.
"I'm not sure," he admits, his voice gruff, "because judging by how wet you are, I think you like being bent over like this."
I bite my lip, stifling my whimper. Then he slides me down his naked body, his hardness already more than obvious.
"Tease," I say.
Killian walks over to the fireplace mantel and picks up a remote, pressing a button and igniting a fire.
"Of course you have a remote-controlled fireplace," I say, laughing.
"I told you, I upgraded shit when I rebuilt this place."
"When you made this cabin into your swingin' bachelor pad?"
"In my defense, the remotes are really due to my general laziness."
“You’re a man with a cabin in the woods with a remote-controlled gas fireplace and a spa bathroom."
He shrugs. “I have a fire pit outside. I don’t need all that wood-smoke smell in the house.”
“You’re an interesting mountain man, Killian Saint.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment." He slides his hands around my lower back, pulling me against his cock before bringing his mouth down on mine. My body responds the way it always seems to when he kisses me – with heat that surges through me like I'm on fire, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, until I'm more than ready for him to take me.
Then he pulls away, spinning me around before I can even register what he's doing, his mouth near my ear as his hands roam their way over my breasts, fingers pulling and pinching my nipples as he kisses his way under my earlobe and down the side of my neck. If I thought my knees were going to buckle before, they're certainly going to buckle now that he sweeps my hair over and kisses his way to the nape of my neck, his teeth dragging on my skin and sending a rush of goose bumps over my body.
"You liked it when I had you over my shoulder, didn't you?" he whispers.
I murmur my response.
"You liked it when my fingers were between your legs." He doesn't ask because he already knows the answer. Yes, always yes. His hand slides down, his fingertips pressing against my already swollen clit as he tweaks my nipple between his fingers until I'm throbbing and ready.
Killian guides the tip of his cock between my legs, his shaft against my pussy. "You're so wet," he whispers. "I want my cock coated in your wetness."
"Please, yes," I beg. "Please." I bend forward, demonstrating exactly how much I want him by arching my back so he can get better access to me.
He presses his bare cock against my entrance, then pulls away with a groan. "Let me get a condom."
I shake my head. "No."
"No?"
"I'm clean, you're clean, and I'm on the pill."
"Shit, Lily. Are you sure?" His voice sounds strained.
"I'm sure," I say as he spins me around to face him. "I want to feel you bare inside me."
He groans loudly, his palms on the side of my face, fingers half-pulling my hair as he brings his mouth down on mine, his kiss fierce and unforgiving. I wrap my hand around his shaft, my pussy throbbing as I hold this powerful man who can't seem to get enough of me.
"I'm going to take you to bed and–"
; I interrupt him, suddenly more bold and uninhibited than I think I've ever been in my life. "No. I want you to bend me over and fuck me." I pause, my heart racing. "Right here."
"Fuck, Lily." His eyes are dark with lust. "I don't know what the hell to do with you and that filthy mouth of yours."
I stroke his shaft, my heart thumping wildly at the idea of saying what I'm about to say. "I can think of a few things," I tease, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him again.
"Not now," he growls. He picks me up by the waist and sets me in front of his leather armchair, then turns me around so that I'm facing away from him. "Get on your knees."
Arousal rushes through me at the way he orders me to do what he wants what I want. I climb to my knees on the leather seat, gripping the sides of the chair and arching my back as he stands behind me. When he touches the head of his cock to my pussy, I shiver, aching to have him completely inside me.
"Is this what you wanted, Lily?" His voice is grit and gravel. "You want me to fuck you from behind?"
"Yes," I moan. He grasps a handful of hair, pulling my head back, and it only intensifies the sensation as he pushes against me and slides inside my slick pussy in one swift thrust. I let out a long breath of air at the sensation of him filling me up, the momentary discomfort giving way immediately to almost unbearable pleasure.
"Touch your clit," he orders, his hands on my hips, pulling me against him as he thrusts inside me, deeper with each stroke until every cell in my body is so on edge that I feel like I'm charged with electricity.
My fingers roll over my clit, again and again as he fucks me into near-oblivion. The heat from the fireplace magnifies the heat of Killian's body against mine. One hand kneads my breast as he thrusts inside me, the other hand entangles in my hair. He yanks my head back so he can growl in my ear, telling me dirty things about how wet I am, how tight I am, and how much he loves being inside me.
Killian fucks me for what seems like an eternity, until I'm trembling, one hand gripping the side of the chair, the other rubbing my clit as I arch my back and beg him to fuck me harder. I'm breathless, too consumed by my lust for him to think about anything else.
"Killian." I repeat his name over and over. "More. Please, more."
"I'm bare inside you," he says, his voice thick.
Totally bare, with no barrier between us. The thought brings me higher and higher. "Yes. Yes."
"Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want me to fill you up? Tell me you want to feel my cum dripping from between your legs."
Fuck, yes. "Please, please, yes." Please and yes seem to be the only words I know right now.
"Come for me, Lily."
He groans the words, his voice aching with the need for release, and I'm so close already that I teeter on the edge only for a moment before my orgasm completely overtakes me. A scream bubbles up from deep in my chest and I cry out his name as I come, my orgasm eclipsing everything else in the world in that moment except for the sensation of Killian's hands on my hips, and his groan as he thrusts into me once, twice, three times. Then warmth floods my pussy as he releases everything he has inside me.
We stay there in the same position, his hands on my hips and me half bent over, my pussy throbbing around him and my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I try to catch my breath. Killian runs his hand over my back and my hips, then pulls me up, my back against his chest, his mouth close to my ear. His beard scratches the side of my face, every nerve ending on my body more sensitive now than it was before.
"Fuck, I can't get enough of you, Lily."
I breathe in deeply, resting against him and closing my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Killian Saint."
Later, I sit on the rug in front of the fireplace, my back propped up by the nearby sofa while Killian cleans up in the kitchen – at his insistence. The man cooked for me, laid me, and is washing dishes as we speak.
I'm in grave danger of becoming very spoiled.
But now that I'm sitting here in my post-orgasmic state, all I can think about is how it's nine-thirty and I'm not reading Chloe's bedtime story because I'm having dirty sex in a cabin.
With a guy who has a way of making my toes curl with just a glance.
A guy who had his brother teach him to cook so that he could make me dinner.
A guy who caught the damn fish he fed me for dinner in the cabin he built with his bare hands.
I know Chloe is just fine at Opal's. But I have a serious case of mom guilt that I can't quite shake. There's also that nagging little voice in my head, insisting that I'm worrying about Chloe because I'm really afraid I might be falling for Killian. And falling for someone, after being betrayed by a man I thought I knew, is a terrifying prospect.
That nagging little voice in my head needs to be taken out and shot.
"Do you want to go over to Opal's place and pick up Chloe?" Killian stands at the entrance of the living room.
"What? No."
Killian gives me a long look as he walks toward me.
"Okay. Kind of," I amend.
"You can say so. It's not like I'm going to be offended by you cutting and running right after I cooked you a fantastic dinner and then gave you some D." He grins.
"Gave me some D?" I ask, laughing. "That's so classy. You're just screwing with me."
"Of course I'm messing with you. What kind of guy do you think I am? Do you actually think I'm going to give you shit for wanting to be with your child?"
"Obviously I want to be with you, too," I protest lamely. Opal's going to give me hell for being totally neurotic about this.
Killian grins. "You moaned my name loud enough. I'm definitely aware of that."
"Oh, shut up."
"Lily?" His expression is suddenly serious.
"What?"
"You love Chloe, and she adores you. That's obvious to anyone. Don't apologize for being crazy about her." He pauses for a long moment. "No one looked at me when I was a kid, the way you look at Chloe. No one cared that much where I was or what I was doing when I was her age. I lov– I like that about you."
He clears his throat and looks down, shrugging like he didn't just say what's probably one of the most touching things anyone's ever said to me. I think my heart swells to twice its size as I stand and wrap my arms around the big brute of a man. He lets out a little 'ooph' as I collide with his chest, before sliding his hands to my back and pulling me tightly against him.
35
Killian
"Mom!" As soon as the door swings open, Chloe runs full-throttle toward Lily, launching herself into her mom's arms with the speed of a freight train, her legs wrapped around Lily's waist.
"Did you miss me?" Lily asks, laughing.
"I had fun with Miss Opal, but –" Chloe sighs audibly. "But I couldn't fall asleep. You didn't tuck me in."
