Page 61 of Last Round

“Come on, Molly, I want your pussy to swallow me whole.”

Four, five, six, seven…

“Holy shit,” I moan as the eighth step fills me to the hilt. My hips circle as he settles deeper. Killian continues to support me as I fuck myself on his length, slowly at first, until I develop a rhythm. But as my orgasm builds, maintaining the pace becomes difficult.

Noticing my dilemma, Killian takes the reins, fucking me with measured thrusts similar to my own. “You feel incredible,” he compliments. “It’s like this pussy was custom made just for me.”

“Killian,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”

“You like it when I talk dirty, firecracker?”

I hum my reply and he increases his speed, fucking me harder.

“You look so fucking sexy right now, riding my cock. I can’t wait for you to scream my name while you drain every last fucking drop from me.”

I rest my head against his chest, unable to hold myself up any longer. Killian rolls me to my back without breaking our connection. He lifts one of my legs, positions it on his shoulder, and takes over. I didn’t think he could, but he hits deeper at this new angle.

“Eyes on me,” he orders. “I want to look into your gorgeous green eyes as you fall apart around my cock.”

The intensity of his stare, in combination with his skilled thrusts, pushes me into a state of euphoria I hadn’t thought possible.

“This tight pussy is mine now,” he declares. “And she needs to come,” he orders, pressing his thumb to my clit and rubbing vigorously. I cry out his name, thankful that he doesn’t have neighbors to overhear. Killian isn’t far behind me. Both of us are dripping with sweat as we collapse to the bed. He rests his head on mine, his body shaking with the last waves of his orgasm. “That was incredible,” he murmurs into my neck, which quickly turns to kissing, then sucking.

“Hey!” I laugh and pat his shoulder. “Are you serious?” I ask, he’s still hard inside me.

“What can I say?” He kisses me. “I’m addicted.”

A vibrating phone interrupts the start of round two. Killian looks between me and the mobile, obviously warring with indecision. He gives me one last longing kiss, groans, and then slowly pulls out. He goes to the bathroom and comes out a second later in a pair of briefs while holding a washcloth. It’s warm as he gently wipes away the evidence of our lovemaking. Once he’s finished, I reach for my discarded t-shirt—hisdiscarded t-shirt—and Killian grabs his cell. I’m painfully aware our bubble is about to burst as soon as we are forced to return to the real world.

Sean is coming home today. He already mentioned how we needed to meet him and this new fighter at the gym and get started right away. I don’t want to keep this from my brother. Especially since everyone else pretty much knows. Still, I’m not ready for him to rain down on my parade.

“Plans changed,” Killian says in a chipper tone. “Bad weather. Their flight got delayed.”

“So…?” I smile up at him.

Killian tosses the phone on the nightstand before he jumps into bed. I squeal as he pins me down. “So, looks like we have the whole day to ourselves. No training, no bar...”

“Just us.” I wrap myself around him as he kisses me deeply. “A girl could get used to this.”

In the Light of a New Day

Killian

“Huh,”Seancommentsashe stands on the other side of the bag. He holds it steady while I continue with my rhythmic routine of jabs. “They sayseeing is believing. But here I am, seeing, and still struggling to believe. Imagine my surprise when I came to open the gym like I do each morning, and I found you here. Which isn’t all that uncommon, I guess. Except usually it’s your drunk ass passed out on the floor because you got lost on the way to your apartment. Not geared up and ready for the day. Did I miss something?”

“No,” I grunt. “You said to be here bright and early, ready to train.”

In all honesty, I couldn’t sleep. Unfortunately, our magical day of lying in bed, talking, laughing, fucking, and just being together had to be cut short. As much as it killed me to do so, she was right about being home when Sean got there. We already agreed to come clean later today, after the excitement of Il Duce dies down and we have a free minute. Even planned a dinner with Sean later tonight to welcome him home and break the news.

After spending a week with her being the first and last thing I saw every day, it was difficult to go to bed last night, knowing she wasn’t just down the hall.Fuck,hopefully this distance is only temporary.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” Sean says. “Tony, he’s the real deal.”

“That’s good.” I hit the bag harder than necessary.Wait.“Where’s Molly?” I ask. It just clicked that Sean’s here and she isn’t.

He waves me off. “She looked exhausted. I told her to come in this afternoon. Figured we should focus on you two getting acquainted and establishing the routine. I’ll work on all the other PR stuff with her later. Speaking of, have you seen the news and posts from the fight?”

“No.”I’ve been balls-deep in your sister.

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