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Yes, yes, you can. My core pulses at the thought and a flush of warmth prickles down my back like his own caress. I dig my nails harder into his thigh and abdomen, and he presses deep, filling my throat like he’s making himself completely at home.
I can’t breathe.How do I breathe? How do I—?
Killian’s grip twists in my hair as panic flares like a light in my mind. A light that flashes painfully bright, and a second later, it’s like I’m back in his apartment with those guards, a hand around my throat and over my mouth.
Panic swells, tears stinging into my eyes, and I push hard at Killian’s body. A squeak bubbles in my throat, a tiny noise stuck in my windpipe, and suddenly he yanks me free. A rush of air hits my starved lungs so suddenly that it gives me an incredible rushing high, and I'm floating. It’s similar to last night when his hand was around my throat. My core throbs insistently, and I nearly curl in on myself if not for the hands buried in my hair.
This is arousing?That can’t be right. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t even think—
He derails my thoughts when he uses his grip on my hair to lightly shake my head, then his left hand is tenderly cupping my cheek, swiping his thumb over my glistening lower lip. I drag in a gasp. Then another. I can taste his saltiness in my mouth, my jaw throbs, and yet when I swallow, I feel strangely empty.
Oh god, I realize.I want him to do it again.
I turn my slightly watering eyes up to him, and there’s warmth in his own. He’s like a stable port in a swirling storm of heat and pleasure that’s coursing through me now that I can use my lungs.
Killian smirks down at me. Can he see how badly I want it? Is it written over my face, my own body betraying my secrets?
He answers my unspoken thoughts by twisting both hands in my hair and thrusting back into my waiting mouth, shoving his cock back down my throat.
I’m at his mercy, consumed by his taste and scent, weak to everything he’s using me for, and the only thought that breaks my fog of desire is how much I’menjoyingit.
Me. Cara Ryan getting her throat fucked, kneeling on the floor.
Kimmy would have a heart attack.
He fucks my face with force now, and I can no longer think. I can only float in this strange sea of passion where I want to touch myself and draw the contentment in my core down to completion. But I can’t, so I settle for digging the nails of my right hand into his abdomen and clutching his thigh with my left. I want to draw that resolution right out of Killian too. My skin runs hot, and I want to rip off all my clothes as if it’ll help me float lighter.
It’s getting easier. I instinctually suck in desperate breaths whenever his cock isn’t nestled in my throat and I clutch at him for dear life. He’s powerful, taking what he wants from me, and I let him because the only thing that breaches my desire cloud is the moaning that falls from his lips, the way his muscles clench and tremble under my hands as he strokes his way closer to orgasm.
No one else draws those sounds from him.
This is me and me alone.
His hips start to stutter, and his length twitches in my mouth.
Is he close?My thighs tremble at the thought. I’m sure I’d no longer be standing if I wasn’t already kneeling.
A second later, he sheathes himself as deep as he can, my nose pressed against his pelvis and his hands gripping my hair so tightly that stars spark behind my eyelids.
He cums hard. His body turns rigid like he’s truly sculpted from marble. Then a hot gush floods down my throat, pulse after pulse as he quakes against me and I can just about hear him gasping and moaning. It sounds distant and my clit throbs deeply with want. I’m so soaked I can feel my panties sticking to me.
He won’t leave me wanting, will he?
Such a selfish thought.
As his trembling begins to cease, he coaxes me back, and the last pulse of cum is released into my mouth, coating my tongue. I moan before I can silence myself. Swallowing it down obediently, I open my eyes and blink through the tears as his cock slips from my lips and his hand caresses my left cheek again, catching some of the tears. I pant raggedly.
“Are you okay?” Killian asks somewhere above me, his voice hoarse but warm.He’s concerned?I nod, my hair cascading over my shoulder, and I suddenly detest the touch. Each strand taunts the lack of hishands on my body. I want his warmth against me; I want his rough, calloused fingers skimming over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, drawing me higher.
Fuck, I need him.
I lick my lips, flex my jaw and tip my head up to meet his intense gaze. I’ll ask him. I don’t care, I’ll fucking beg for it if I have to.It worked last night, didn’t it?
“Good,” he replies, and just as I part my lips to speak, he wraps his left hand around my throat and lifts me. Killian shoves me hard against the wall, and air bounces from my lungs. Fingers from his right hand brush against my over-sensitive skin as he rips my blouse open. He yanks my bra down enough to expose my breasts and I moan, my skin flushing pink in embarrassment at how hard my nipples are under his gaze. I desperately scramble for purchase, grabbing his thick forearm as he strips me bare.
At the same time, my heart hammers, betraying my desire. It’ll leap right out into his arms and whisper all my secrets if I’m not careful.
Yes, yes!It’s a fluttering mantra, over and over. I need him to fuck me. I need him back inside me, filling the emptiness that's existed ever since he left.
