Page 45 of Love and War

“Killian, your computer,” I mumbled. It was weak, we both knew it.

Wrapping a hand around my throat, I couldn’t help the moan escaping my lips.

“Fuck my computer, I’ll buy a million more. Just to break them so I can fuckmy girl.” My pussy clutched at his words. Letting go of my throat for a moment he grabbed my leggings, ripping them off my body.

I hurried to remove my shirt and bra as he unzipped his pants. Hand back on my throat, we locked eyes as he rubbed his head against my pussy.

“You remember this moment,” was the last thing he said before shoving his cock into me. One long and hard thrust was all it took for my orgasm to build. Tightening his hand around my neck, he grabbed my back. Fucking me.

Pulling back, before slamming into me. Over and over again.

This was different. We’d had sex before. We’d had it raw and dirty before. But the look in his eyes, there was something different.

“You remember this moment.”

He just said that, but what had he meant?

I couldn’t think, not when he dragged his thumb over my clit, rubbing circles. It didn’t take long before I was screaming, my orgasm going off. One hand around my throat still, he covered my mouth with his other.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “MINE.” Thrust.

Killian groaned, emptying himself in me. Somehow, he kept going, he wasn’t letting go. He fucked me through his own release. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again, leading him to another release.

Our breaths heavy, he reached forward pressing his lips to mine. Kissing me sweetly.

“You’re mine, Aziza.”

I was nodding my head, confirming.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against my lips, stepping back. His cock slipped from me, our mixed release covering him. I shouldn’t have been embarrassed. This man has seen more of my body than I’m sure I have before.

“Spread them now,” he ordered.

Doing so, I rested my heels on the desk. I watched as Killian knelt between my legs. His face leveled with me; his eyes never left my pussy. Not when he stroked a finger along my lips, spreading our release all over me.

“Killian…” I groaned. This was embarrassing.

“You know, watching this, seeing my cum leak from your cunt, it’s making me feel things.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“I want to cum inside you every day, always. I want to watch it leak out, just so I can push…” His fingers gathered up the cum, pushing it back inside me. “Push it back inside you.”

“Killian, I don’t, I don’t think…”What was I even trying to fucking say?

“The idea of my cum sitting inside you, coating your fucking womb. It’s making me feral. I want to see you rounded with my babies. God, pregnant you, that’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled. I could’ve sworn I was hearing him wrong. I had to have been. Killian couldn’t be talking about knocking me up.

“Stop.”

“No, you’re going to cum again on my hand. I want to feel you clutch around my fingers. I want to feel you cum with the idea of being pregnant with my child.”

I couldn’t even deny the idea was crazy. Because ever since I was sixteen, when he took my virginity, I was obsessed with the idea of Killian getting me pregnant. I loved the idea that I even named our future kids.

So, I shook my head, refusing to let him know that I want this too. But he knew I did, because it was less than two minutes of him fucking my pussy with his fingers that I was a moaning mess, begging him. And then I was cumming, just like he wanted.

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