Page 148 of Mine to Worship

His knees dig into the couch and his mouth laps at my swollen and sensitive nipples that ache for him.

I gush and my nipples leak. He keeps stroking himself as he sucks on one nipple then the other. I am a mindless mess of bodily desire.

“Fucking delicious.”

“Kian…”

His eyes find mine, his entire body coiled taut, and he says, “I am so desperate I am afraid I will break you with my cock.”

“You won’t.” I wrap my hand around his dick and I pump it a few times. He gets even bigger under my touch, and I can’t wait to feel the slight burn, accompanied by the maddening stretch. I bend over and lick at the head. He hisses, his hand wrapping around my curls, yanking my head back.

“Don’t make me come, angel, or I am going to punish that ass of yours,” he says in a husky voice.

“I need you inside of me.”

My words break his resolve, and he pushes me on my back. Through gritted teeth, he pushes in inch by inch. My head rolls back when he bottoms out and a string of moans slips from my throat until I’m hoarse.

He brushes a curl from my face. “Hi there.”

My fingers trail lazily down his sculpted chest.

“Hi, you,” I say back and wrap my arms around his neck, playing with his hair. We stay like this, every inch of skin touching, our souls communicating through our eyes, entwined in each other. Physically and emotionally we’re inextricably linked by our love pulsing between us.

“Are you okay?” he asks, not moving an inch inside me.

Not until I give him the sign.

It’s humbling being loved like this. I hold his face between my palms, kissing his lips then his jaw and neck. “I want to feel you.”

He moves in and out of me, as if I’m made of porcelain and he’s a hammer. It’s accurate in his case, but I can take him, even though he’s deliciously big.

“I won’t break, please.”

He pulls himself out and thrusts inside me. It steals my breath away, and stars jump in my vision.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.” Thrust. “I can’t.” Thrust. “You feel so good, angel.” Thrust.

He splits me open again and again until the pleasure builds and builds. I am catapulted over the tipping point and I come, crying out his name.

Kian lifts me and turns me around to press my front to the couch, gripping my ass cheeks. I love his desperation for me. I am drunk on the feeling. He bites one then the other and at my hiss, he licks the afflicted skin––a dash of pain, a world of pleasure. He spreads them, and wetness rolls down my thighs. He scoops some of it with his fingers and writes an R on my ass, branding me. Even though there is no need, I am his, all of me belongs to him. I watch him over my shoulder, enraptured. I missed us connecting like this.

“Look how drenched your pussy is, how badly it missed my cock.” He brings two of his fingers to his lips. The gesture is so erotic, a tremble skitters down my back. After he licks them clean, he spreads my ass cheeks and slams back inside of me.

Pleasure rolls down my spine, my moan tearing from my throat. He drags me by my neck to his chest.

“Eyes on me, angel. It’s my cock worshiping your pussy.”

With one final thrust he spills inside me, groaning his climax.

He collapses next to me, pulling me down to his side. We’re both panting. I giggle and he grins in our bubble of carnal relief.

“That was amazing.” His cock stirs next to me.

“Kian!” I feign shock and he nibbles my neck.

“Oh, angel. It’s going to be a long night for you.”

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