Page 23 of Then We Shatter

Her tongue plays with the underside of my shaft and she blinks. I take that as a yes and roll my hips forward. Her hands come to rest on my thighs and she digs her fingernails into my arse cheeks. She doesn’t just want more, she’s demanding it.

My cock pulses and I grunt as my hips buck sharply and I hit the back of her throat. Her fingernails pierce my skin as she swallows me fucking whole.

“That’s it, Kitty,” I whisper, fighting for the breath stolen by an all-consuming need. “You know how to take care of your man.” I withdraw just enough so I can thrust into her mouth again. “Take all of me.” I pull out and thrust again. “It’s all yours.”

I barely register the pain of her claws digging into my arse or the trickle of blood. My world consists of the sensation of her lips around my cock, the feel of her tongue teasing me, the mouth that sucks the last of my freewill from my body, and those ebony eyes locked on mine. If I had to choose a last moment on earth, this wouldn’t be a bad one.

My movements quicken and as my balls start to throb with the urge to release, I know I’m quickly reaching the point where I won’t be able to stop. Fuck. I don’t want to stop. My tongue slides over my lower lip and I get a taste of the pussy that got me into so much trouble with my family.

“I need your pussy,” I grit out, but Katarina just goes down on me again. “Ah, fuck, Kitty. Don’t make me come without you. Let me… Let me fuck you. Please.”

And yes, I am begging because I’m not going to wrench my cock out of her mouth like I should. She’s going to have to do it for me, but Katarina’s dark eyes sparkle with evil intent. Whatever her next move is, it’s going to be savage and I’m not wrong. She sucks hard and my back bows so much I almost lose balance.

Then she releases me.

“Bad girl,” I say, gasping for breath, but I’m already reaching for her. I let out a groan as she sits up, tangling herself in the towel she was lying on as she twists to the side. She sits on the edge of the massage table, her legs opening for me to step between and her glorious tits drawing me closer.

My overused imagination hadn’t come close to preparing me for this. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Your turn,” she says, grabbing my shirt.

While she fumbles with the buttons, I grab a condom from the back pocket of my suit pants that are now gathered at my knees. I tear at the foil wrapper with my teeth and as I’m rolling the condom over my cock, Katarina gives up unbuttoning my shirt and tears it open, fabric ripping.

She traces the image of a crouching tiger on my chest, making my abs and pecs ripple, but when she tries to strip me of my shirt and shoulder holster, I still her hand. “Your guys are only one scream away. I’m not sure I can trust you to be quiet for the next hour.”

“And clearly I can’t trust you,” Katarina says, hardening her stare. “Shelley’s already told you we have forty-five minutes. Not a minute more, Killian. And we’ve already used up ten.”

“You’re the boss,” I tell her as I run the tip of my sheathed cock along her center, revealing her swollen clit. I tap against it. “Are you ready for me, Kitty?”

Wrestling control from me, she wraps her hand around my shaft and guides me to her entrance. “Fuck me, Killian. I’m done waiting.”

Katarina Barkov is like no woman I’ve ever known. I am not in control, nor do I want to be. I grab her hips and bring her close enough to feel her sharp breaths on my face.

“Do you want an inch at a time or can you take me hard and fast?”

A smile plays across her lips. “What do you think?”

“I think you’d take everything I’m willing to give.”

Her fingers thread through my hair, gentle at first until she snags a handful by the roots and pulls my head to the side. “And what exactly are you willing to give, Shorty?”

“Every-fucking-thing,” I say as my insides tense and I punch forward, impaling a Barkov with my cock. An unforgettable first.

Katarina cries out, but I quickly cover her mouth with mine. My tongue finds hers and we explore each other as I keep up the pressure of my body against hers. Her pussy is tight and if my size is making her uncomfortable, she isn’t letting it show.

“Look at you,” I whisper, pulling away so I can slide my arms beneath her knees and spread her wider. “Look at us.”

We both watch as I pull almost all the way out. My cock glistens with her arousal, and when Katarina reaches between us, she explores her stretched opening and the ridges of my cock as I slide into her again. Once I’m fully seated, her hand reaches beneath us to cup my balls. She squeezes. Gently. That’s the side of Katarina Barkov that very few are allowed to see. This something between us has me in a chokehold.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I fight against the urge to rail into her and release the pressure threatening to explode at my core. “Take your pleasure, Katarina. Let me see you come, but please, god, do it fast. I don’t know how long I can control myself around you.”

I pull out to the tip and Katarina leans back, bracing herself on one arm. She releases my balls and moves her attention to her clit. She’s as fascinated as I am as we watch our bodies move with and against each other. While I fuck her with slow, determined thrusts, she runs the pad of her middle finger around that swollen bud that’s going to be the catalyst that sends us both into orbit.

“Fuck me faster,” she demands as her movements pick up.

“Like this?” My thighs slap against the back of hers. Again and again. And again.

She hums. “Why do you have to feel so good, Killian?” she demands, like she’s not happy about it.