Page 102 of Last Round

“And I need to finish packing, shower, get dressed…” My list of things to do ends in a moan as he slips two fingers inside me.

“Don’t worry.” He bites my neck. “We won’t be late.”

“Fuck it. It’s our party.” I grind against his length. “We can be…fashionably late.”

“God, I fucking love you,” he groans with my tit half in his mouth as he finger-fucks me.

“We should make it special.” I spread my legs wider.

“Every time is special.”

I chuckle. “Yes, but I’m thinking of somethingextraspecial.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Did you pack the nightstand?”

He releases my nipple with a pop. “Yeah.” He frowns. “I can find it though. It’s markedbedroom toys.”

“You’re such a dork.” I chuckle.

“And you love it.”

“I do.”

He hops off the bed, his erection testing the elasticity of his briefs. “What am I grabbing?”

I bite my bottom lip and think. “Lube and my rose.”

“On it.” Killian runs out to the living room. “Oh shit,” he yells, then I hear several boxes crashing. “All good,” he calls out. “Just slid a little bit. Hardwood floors and socks don’t mix.”

I laugh, strip out of my pajamas, and get into position.

“Shit,” he whispers when he enters the room a few minutes later.

I glance over my shoulder at him. He looks as nervous as the night I threatened to fuck myself with “Mr. Thrusty” (as he calls it) if he didn’t do the job himself. I bend forward, sticking my ass out. “Killian.”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” He shakes off his daze and crawls onto the bed behind me. Setting the items down next to us, he starts massaging my rear, spreading my cheeks wider. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I mewl as his tongue circles my puckered hole. “It seems only fitting.” He’s been preparing me. I don’t have that momentary panic anymore or clench when he uses the larger plug he bought.

“Fuck, this is a brilliant farewell to the apartment. Let’s get you nice and ready,” Killian says, and I have a feeling it wasn’t me he was talking to, based on the way he’s caressing me. “Don’t worry, you’ll get attention too,” he coos.

“Killian—” My statement is cut off when the clit stimulator is pressed directly to my nub and turned on. He wastes no time getting me ready. The rose does its job while his fingers fuck me, and he primes my second hole with his tongue. I’m a withering mess within minutes, moaning into the mattress and gripping the sheets.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” I pant, still coming down from my orgasm.

“Then be a good girl and hold this flower. Keep it pressed to your clit.”

I take it from him and do as he says. Killian grabs the lube. I listen as he pops it open and lathers himself up before rubbing extra on my hole. Using two fingers, he pushes the liquid in and works to loosen me up further. Between his prepping and the stimulation on my oversensitive bundle of nerves, my body is already quivering and waiting for my next orgasm.

“Do you want me to fuck this tight little hole of yours?”

“Yes, please.” I shiver at the idea. I’m nervous and excited.

Killian removes his fingers and presses his tip against my taut entrance. “Remember, be a good girl and breathe for me.”

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