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Something flickers in his eyes that I don’t recognize.

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.”

I never thought I’d let someone touch me there, but when it comes to Killian, I am so weak.

My eyes close. Slowly, He circles the tight muscle before easing his fingertip inside. He doesn’t shove. He takes his time working me open around him. He leans forward, and as he thrusts into the toy, he presses his finger a little deeper.

“That’s it, baby. See? Your body knows it’s me.”

I whimper softly.

Just then, his finger sinks past the last knuckle. Then he fucks my ass and the toy in the same slow rhythm.

“I bet you want my whole cock in this tight ass.”

My eyes shoot open, but he continues pumping.

The pleasure builds because it does feel good. It demands my attention to remain in my body, not drift into the worries of my mind. My breaths become shallow as I let myself sink into this moment. His hard body this close. His cock is literally in my hands, yet I can’t feel the veins, the firmness, or the warmth. It’s all blocked by this damn tube. It’s maddening. He lowers himself, one hand supporting his weight on the mattress as the other fucks my ass.

The second his cologne fills my nose, and the heat of his breath skims my neck, I’m done for. I slide off the toy, grip his shaft, and shove his tip against my entrance. He doesn’t wait, and my eyes roll back as he feeds into me, stretching my throbbing pussy.

“Uhhh,” I moan, the sense of relief powerful and magnificent.

He exhales a husky breath, equally pleased. “Sounds like you missed my cock, baby.”

“Yes!” I reply shamelessly. “Hell, yes I did.”

He nips at my earlobe. “I missed you taking me. Your little body tries so hard.”

“Mmm, Kill,” I moan louder.

My hips writhe as his words spread through my body. The dual stimulation of his finger and shaft sends me into a state of delirium. I say his name uncontrollably, non-stop until I’m mouthing no words at all. My euphoria builds and builds. I dig my nails into his shoulders and rake them down his back, then stop and pinch in hard. My body freezes as I break underneath this incredibly toxic man.

His cock continues its assault, hitting my g-spot over and over. I orgasm again.

Damn, he’s so good.

Again.

“Oh! Kill— Killian,” I cry. “Stop. I can’t—”

He doesn’t.

He pumps harder, faster, until he comes undone, too. The groan that erupts from his throat is such a visceral and glorious sound. His heavy, sweaty body falls onto mine, and I absolutely love it.

I kiss his salty neck. His shoulder. His beautifully imperfect face.

He catches his breath while I hold him, stroking his long back.

It seems too quick before he lifts himself off of me. Instantly, I want him back. My fears return, and I feel us teetering into the friends-zone.

That fast.

I sit up and hug my knees.

He walks to the shower and I ogle him quietly, memorizing the cut lines of his hard ass and those defined ridges of his back muscles. I want to follow him into the water. I want us to wash each other, yet, I hold myself back. I’m unsure why. Something keeps me frozen in place until he’s finished.

Only then, do I take a shower by myself. When I get out, the bedroom is clean. New sheets, toy gone, nothing. As if this multiple orgasm, mind-blowing experience never happened.