“M-more,” I choke out, the word splintering. “More, more.”
I don’t even know if he hears me over the rain, but his mouth pulls fiercer, teeth grazing. Then his fingers touch my bare pussy, and my hips buck like I’ve been shocked.
My underwear.When did he…
He drags his thumb right where my lips meet, then parts the folds, exposing my tender flesh.
“You’re soaked.” He slides lower, finds the opening, pushes one thick finger inside, curls it, and my body sucks him deeper.
His chest heaves like bellows, and he brings his face right to mine. Rain and sweat drip from his jaw, splattering onto my lips, running hot down my neck.
“I’m going to fucking die if I don’t bury myself right now.” His voice is wrecked, barely controlled. “I need inside.Please.”
That word from him… this towering, inked, unyielding wall of a man begging. It demolishes me.
I open my thighs wider.
That’s my answer.
And that’s all the permission he needs. My skirt is shoved up to my waist in an instant. I hear his buckle rattle as he fumbles his pants down just enough. Then he’s there. The thick, blunt head of his cock nudges my pussy.
“Open wider,” he growls, rocking forward. A hard push, and the head slides inside. My fingers scrambles at the leather, nails dragging against the jacket until they dig into dirt.
“You’re squeezing so hard,” he says, pushing past the resistance. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
He pushes more, jaw clenched, a vein standing out on his forehead. One thick thrust. Then another. And another. Until he’s buried completely.
I’m still adjusting to the fullness when Kilian grips my hips and yanks me up. My lower half lifts clean off the ground in an angle. His hands and his cock—that’s what’s holding me up.
I start to panic. The position is too awkward, but there’s no time to protest because he’s already driving, his cock glistening every time he pulls out, slamming back in, disappearing into my body. My breasts bounce with every snap. My torn blouse hangs limp and wet at my sides. My skirt is a belt around my waist. My bra has ridden up to my collarbone. I’m completely on display, being railed so hard.
The feeling… the feeling. His cock hits a spot so deep my toes curl. He notices and does it again and again. Pressure coils fast at the base of my spine, winding tighter with every thrust. Ten seconds. I’ve been in this position for ten seconds and already I’m scaling the edge.
I will come. Right this second. I am… I grit my teeth. No, I can’t let him know I’m this desperate. That I’m this starved for him.
I wiggle my hips. My hand flings out and finds his stomach. The muscle contracts under my palm, and I push against thehard ridges, trying to create distance. Trying to slow what’s already inevitable.
Kilian looks down at my hand, then back at my face. He stops. Puts me down. Reaches behind his head and yanks the wet shirt off in one second.
“There.” His voice rough. “Better?”
I meantslow down. I meantwait. But I don’t have breath to correct him because now that he’s stopped, I’m staring.
Even in the dark. The tattoos. A cross on the side of his neck, bold black designs sprawling over his left torso, ink covering his arms from shoulders to wrists. The art shifting with each of his labored breathing like they’re alive. I want to trace every line with my tongue. I want to apologize for making him stop when stopping is the last thing I want.
He doesn’t wait for my answer.
He hooks his hands under my thighs, hauling my legs over his shoulders, angling me up. There’s no time to be embarrassed. I’m being repositioned too fast to think. His right palm slams into the dirt for balance, the other clamps down on my hip, fingers digging. Then he starts moving.
Just his hips moving.
Nothing else.
Sharp, rapid jerks that pull back with a wet drag, then slam forward with a deep strike. I’m transfixed by the vision of him he’s doing to me. His fluid absolute control of his body. I’m burning up so bad I can’t catch my breath.Smack. Smack. Smack.It’s the only rhythm in the world.
I grab his forearms. His wrists. Anything solid. The dam is cracking, splintering, about to explode.
He’s so deep this way. The head of his cock rubs that perfect spot over and over until my whole body’s buzzing. I think I say his name. I know I say something because his jaw flexes and he thrusts harder, gaining speed, and I’m right there.
