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“A good start,” Killian replies, and he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
Cuddle time, I think blearily as he tilts his hips and his cock slips from me in a hot, wet rush. He’s cum inside me again, but it doesn’t matter now. There are no more secrets.
But yours,intrudes an unwelcome thought.
I force that away immediately and kiss Killian’s chin as he pulls away and shifts above me. Except he doesn’t roll away as I expect. Instead, he pulls himself up my body, shifting on his knees until I’m face to face with his thick cock covered in our combined juices. My heart leaps under my tongue.
“Oh, it’s not over yet,tesorina,” Killian growls softly down at me, “open that pretty mouth and see just how good you taste.”
21
KILLIAN
Cara stares up at me with wide, doe-like eyes as if expecting such a look to deter me. It won’t. She’s had her pleasure, twice now. I’ve given her everything; now it’s time for me to take more for myself. I crawl off her body, sliding fully off the bed, and turn to face her as she slowly pushes herself into a sitting position.
“Well?” I quirk a brow as I stand there, the chill air of the room ghosting lightly over my slick cock like a whisper of a touch. I can see the fatigue clear in her eyes; in the slow way she blinks, but I care little for that. Right now, I just want my cock down that tight little throat of hers to end the night. I deserve it, after all, being wrapped up in a suit all day like a show pony.
She wets her lips, a dart of that pink tongue over lips so red it’s as if she’s dipped in blood, then she crawls towards me and settles on her haunches. Cara dips her shoulders low, and I watch as she wraps a dainty, warm hand around my cock, stroking from root to tip.
“No,” I snap lightly, grasping her wrist and pulling her touch away from my length despite how that touch had pulled all my muscles tight. “I said I want you totastehow sweet you are. Unless your taste buds are suddenly in your palm?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffs at me, her dark eyes flashing slightly through the drifting fog of tiredness. I let her wrist fall from my fingertips as I tut at her.
“Then do as I ask. I won’t ask again.”
She blinks owlishly up at me, then places both hands down onto the bed, gripping the edge so she can bring her delicate mouth in line with my cock. My chest tightens and my heart skips a beat as she opens her mouth and the first touch of her warm breath skims over my swollen crown.
For fuck sake, she’s taking too long.
I slide both hands into her hair, feeling the occasional stab from a hairpin keeping her hair in place, and yank her forward, shoving my cock past her lips and into her waiting mouth. There’s no pause either as I thrust right down to the back of her throat. She convulses in shock, a spasm that moves through her entire form, and I hear the sharpglucksound of her choking. Then pressure against my fists as she tries to seek air. I half expect the dangerous prick of teeth as I hold her there, her throat clenching and trembling around my length like the warmest massage I’ve ever received.
Her little nose presses against my pelvis and when her eyes flicker up to me, I can see them sparkling with tears.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
I tighten my grip on her locks, using her hair as nothing more than a handhold, and I fuck her face without care. She can take it; I already know she can. My cock slams down her throat, drawing wet, gagging sounds right out of her as she struggles to breathe and accommodate the repeated plunge of my length. One of her hands leaves her grip on the bed to grasp onto my left thigh as if she can push me away, but I ignore her resistance.
Nothing matters but the feel of my cock balls deep down her throat, and thelewdsounds it draws from her are like music to my ears. This isn’t about her comfort, or her pleasure. She’s mine now. Mine to take and use and fuck as much as I desire, and fuck do I desire her.
She’s intoxicating, even now, as pleasure courses through me and ignites my nerves in a fire so hot that my thighs tremble. I take her mouth as if she’s little more than a fleshlight, a pleasure hole for my cock, and nothing more.
I glance down at her again and the tears have leaked, smearing mascara down her cheeks, and what glimpses I get of her lips as I pull her back and forth show the smudges of her lipstick. Her hair is falling out of its style around my hands, and the fact that I’mruiningall the pretty little decor that made her presentable to the families, drives the heat in my veins higher than before. Now the real Cara is being unveiled.
Then I catch a different sound through the slick noises of her choking and my heavy pants. Amoan. A moan that doesn’t come from me.
She’s enjoying this? My little whore.
I tighten my grip and fuck harder into her throat as her moan tips the scales inside my gut, and pleasure vibrates through me. My cock twitches in her mouth, my balls throb, and my world freezes, suspended for a split second on the cusp of orgasm.
I jerk my hands back, pulling Cara off my cock and sliding my right hand around my length as her ragged gasps for air fill my ears. My orgasm hits like a punch escaping me with a yell as my muscles contract so savagely that I almost double over. My eyes screw up, and all I can see are stars. I cumhard, painting a spurt or two of my seed over Cara’s face as she’s held before me, gasping. Then I tilt my length down, so the last few spurts paint her breasts.
My body trembles and a chill steals over my shoulders. Opening my eyes, I glance down at Cara to see her staring up at me, her eyes blown wide and dark with lust. She licks her lips slowly, her pearlescent breasts repeatedly rising as she desperately gathers her breath while wiping her hands over her cheeks to catch my seed.
“Beautiful, ” I murmur down at her and she shifts on her knees, collapsing back down onto the bed and laying there. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“No,” she mutters up at me hoarsely. I can smell the lie immediately. I crawl back onto the bed and settle up near the pillows as my body tingles slightly with the aftershocks of pleasure. Cara looks wrecked, and I couldn’t be prouder. I drape an arm across the opposite pillow and pat my chest with my other hand.
“Come here.”
