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“You’re god damnirresistible, do you know that?” Killian growls, his breaths frantic, but I can’t manage to get any words past my needy moans before he tears at my pants and pulls them down.
My heart stops when he pauses at my panties.
Again?!
If this is part of his teasing ritual, it’s infuriating.
Please, he’s not changed his mind that fast?
Ah! Never mind.
Thankfully Killian grasps the waistband of my panties and pulls them upwards until the cotton strains tight against my pussy and presses against my sensitive clit. Pleasure spikes through me like a bullet, and I squirm against his hold.
Two can play at that game.
I gasp and reach for his chest, ripping open his shirt with both hands and sending buttons clattering everywhere. I rake my nails down his chest, and Killian hisses deeply like an uncoiling snake ready to strike. It almost sounds like a warning, and he pulls my panties higher, forcing the material harder against my clit.
A yelp tears its way out of my throat as he yanks harshly. Pain flares through my clit until finally, the panties snap, and he tosses them away. The pain quickly turns into a sharp bolt of pleasure, and I tremble as I scratch my nails down his solid pecs in retaliation, but as my pussy throbs, I know he’s won this one. Especially when he holds the torn material aloft and smirks.
“I knew you’d be soaked. I knew sucking me off would turn you on,” Killian taunts proudly and I want to slap him again. I’m pretty sure he’d enjoy it too. He’s just pulling parts of me into the light I didn’t even know existed.
“Maybe I’m wet because I was playing with myself before you got home,” I reply prissily. His face darkens a fraction.
Then he grasps my right thigh, pulling my leg up and around his waist before entering me so quickly that all I can do is scream, “Ahhhh!”
Half from pain and half from the orgasm that rips through me the moment he fills me completely. It’s too intense as he crashes his mouth against mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I’m blinded by stars, and my body arches off the wall as tremors of my climax crash over me, mingling with the heat of embarrassment. I’m suspended completely in his hold like a willing puppet.
That’s twice now he’s made me orgasm too quickly.
But he doesn’t stop. His hand anchors against my throat and starts to fuck me with such force that I’m certain we’ll crash through the wall. But he’s unconcerned. Nothing is stopping Killian now, and he pounds rapidly, deep into my pussy. His hand tightens briefly to the point that I can’t breathe. The only sensation I can focus on is his hot cock spearing deep into me, carving a path through aching, dripping wet muscles, and Icraveit. I scrape my nails up to his shoulders, pushing his shirt away from him until I can wrap my arms around his neck and clutch him close.
My lungs strain against the hand around my throat. My nipples ache, dragging over his chest with each powerful thrust that bounces me up the wall, and my skin ripples with an energy charge so powerful I fear the moment we break apart.
When his left hand falls away from my throat, I moan loudly, and both his hands grasp at my breasts, pinching my nipples with his rough fingers. It’s…heaven. He’s a puppet master and I am his puppet, and I’ll never cut my strings if he can keep making me feel this good.
“Killian—” His name is fucked right out of me and I tip my head back against the wall. My body is drunk on him, yearning all day for him, and now that he’s pounding into me, driving me towards a second orgasm, all I can think about is how it’s not enough. I want more. Somehow, I need more.
Then his left hand drops down to grasp my left thigh, dragging my only stability around his waist. Iyellas the position drives me deeper down onto his cock. It’s the only thing keeping me up now; his cock and his hands back on my breasts, pinning me to the wall so he can fuck me as hard as he desires.
“I can feel you,tesorina,” he purrs softly in my ear after grazing his teeth along my throat. “I can feel your pussy clenching around me every time I pull out. You’re addicted to me, aren’t you? You like being fucked this way. You like being painted in my marks, don’t you? You like being full of my cum, don’t you?”
No!
“Y-Yes.” My heart's truth overrides my lie. It stutters from my lips, punctuated by the force of his thrusts. I dig my heels into the small of his back, pulling him close as if we were one, and graze my fingernails over his shoulders. He arches back with a panting hiss of pain, but I can see the arrogant grin plastered over his face. A smirk curls over my parted lips.
So, he secretly enjoys pain as much as I do?
I tell myself to hold on to that fact, then he releases one of his hands from my breasts to rub at my clit instead, and all thought fades. A tease of his fingertips, a pull, and I’m justexistingin pleasure. Nothing but light suspension in his arms.
Then he starts stroking my pussy in swirls, sending me crashing over the cliff into another orgasm.
I muffle my cry by sinking my teeth into the meat of his shoulder, and that sparks his own end. He slams desperately into me, grinding us into the wall as I feel the flood of heat pulsing deep into my core.
It spreads through me as his entire existence nestles under my skin. He presses against me as we tremble together, and at that moment, everything isperfect. We’re united in our pleasure, and I never want it to end; I never want him to break away from me.
Our secretions mingle as he grinds against me, and our mouths smack together in a series of deep, powerful kisses. He’s impaling me on both ends, consuming me completely, and I’m a willing participant.
Fuck.
