Page 58 of Last Round

Panting heavily, she nods.

“I want to hear you say it.” I rub her clit as I stare into her wide emerald eyes.

“Killian.” Her tone is breathy.

“Tell me what you want.” I pick up my pace.

“To… come,” she struggles to say.

“And who’s going to make you?”

“You are… Killian…”

“Good girl.” I lick the living hell out of her clit. My tongue alternates between rapid movements, stretching wide and pressing firmly, and gentle sucking. Using my shoulders I keep her legs spread open. Molly’s fingers thread through my hair as she chants my name, begging me for more. Her hips rock as I add additional momentum by motorboating her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… don’t stop.”

I speed up.

“Killian.” My name is beautiful as she screams it out, and her entire body shivers. I don’t let up or give her a chance to rest. I made a promise, and I intend on keeping it. As though it’s my final meal, I devour her pussy—lick my plate clean. Savor every fucking drop.

I sink one, two digits into her core. Thrusting them in and out while I continue to ravish her clit. Her moans are nonstop. Based on the number of times her body has clenched, I’d estimate she’s come at least four times. The number means nothing because until her lids grow heavy, I’m not finished.

That’s right... I reach behind and grab the dildo I stole from her earlier.

“Seriously,” she pants.

I sit upright, her juices coating my chin and dripping down to my shirt. “I warned you.”

“I thought… you were joking.”

“I’m a man of my word.” I turn on the vibration and press the silicone to her clit. I switch my position, so that my arm holds her legs up, and bend her in half so that I can gain better access. My tongue dives deep into her channel, fucking her the way my cock aches to do. As another orgasm rips through her, my tongue travels farther south. I test the waters by licking around her puckered hole.

“Oh my G—Killian,” she corrects herself.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she mewls.

“How about this?” I thrust my tongue past the tight ring of muscle. This time, when her orgasm releases, it’s of epic proportion. Her screams are inaudible as her juices drip down to my taste buds. Her body slowly goes lax when I turn off the device and glance up. Her lids are heavy as her breathing evens out.

I gently set her legs on the mattress. She’s passed out, her lips parting with soft snores. She looks like an angel with her mess of red hair fanned out on my pillow. I know I said I’d wake her up, give her one more. But I don’t have the heart to disturb her.

I retrieve a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean her up. Once finished, I toss it in the corner. She hardly stirs as I finish removing her bra. I couldn’t imagine sleeping in that contraption. Still, I don’t feel good about leaving her naked. I grab one of my t-shirts from the closet and carefully dress her. Again, she doesn’t make a peep. A nuclear bomb could go off and I doubt she’d notice. If it wasn’t for her chest rising and falling, I’d worry she’s dead.

Not wanting to be confined myself, I strip out of my clothes. My shirt is soaked with her arousal. I give it a final whiff before adding it to the pile in the corner, then throw on shorts and a shirt.

“Killian,” she whispers as I’m about to leave.

“Yeah?”

“Stay with me… please…”

My cock is begging for attention, and I planned on taking care of it out in the living room. But I can’t bring myself to deny her when she asks so sweetly. I shut the bedroom door and crawl back into bed with her. As soon as I do, Molly rolls over so that her head rests on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes.

Climbing the Ladder

Molly

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