Page 14 of Falling for a Killer

“I can take it,” I promise, pushing up into his hand to prove it. “I can handle you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he says with a chuckle, then he loses himself to pleasure one thrust at a time.

I get to watch his jaw drop after he cusses and curls his fingers a little tighter, those lust-blown blue eyes rolling the second I clamp down on him and make him throb. My turn. Sitting up, I grip his throat and pull his face to mine, kissing him as I push him backward until he’s slipping out of me.

Dropping to my knees, I lift his cock and suck his balls into my mouth, grinning to myself when his leg jerks in response. “Fucking hell,” he growls.

His thick cock pulses in my hand, telling me it’s my turn to tease. I stroke him slowly, barely gripping it, flicking my tongue over his shaft before kissing his balls. Wet, messy kisses that leave him groaning and leaning forward to chase me. Good.

Sitting back, I gaze up at him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his perfect cock. “I’ve always been told I look better with a cock in my mouth. Is it true?”

I suck him in fully, pulling a groan from deep in his chest as he fists my hair. “You’re always beautiful, but the way you look withmycock in your mouth is breathtaking.”

His words are laced with so much possession it catches me off guard and makes me choke.

I need him back inside of me.

Giving him just enough that he’ll know what I’m capable of, I reach up and tug him down to me, smiling when he joins me on the floor without an ounce of hesitation and pulls me up into his lap.

When our lips meet again, he grabs onto my hips and lines himself up, but I don’t wait this time. I sink down, chasing the feeling until he’s splitting me in half, and grind down.

“Told you I had something for you to hop on,” he says playfully. “Hop on that dick. You already have me leaking.”

My nose wrinkles. He is a man after all, and says stupid things like men tend to do. Instead, I lean forward and cover his mouth, rising up and sliding down slowly enough to drive us both mad. “I like your tongue better when it’s occupied.”

Before he can take over, I give him what he wants. I ride him like there’s a gun to my head, like I’ll never get off again if I don’t.

The amusement fades from his eyes as he grabs onto my ass and enjoys the ride, his muffled moans behind my hand spurring me on to move faster. I come once, twice, three fucking times before my lungs and thighs are burning too much to keep up the pace. The moment I falter, Killian takes over, fucking up into me so good it makes me cry out. “You’re going to make me come.”

“No don’t,” I rush out, tipping my head back. “Not yet. Don’t stop.”

It makes him groan, and his cock pulses desperately inside of me as he tries to hold back. “Fuuck.”

“Killian, don’t you dare.” I kiss him hard, so close to another orgasm it’s maddening. “Don’t stop.”

When his body stiffens I know he’s lost the battle. An angry growl leaves him as he pins me down on his lap and fills me upwith so much cum I can feel it oozing out of me more with each roll of his hips. “Joey,” he breathes. “I couldn’t stop it.”

Teeth find my throat, punishing me in the best way. The only way that distracts me from the orgasm I lost.

But he keeps throbbing, keeps filling me up. It doesn’t stop. Shock lines my features and nearly paralyzes me until he finally stills. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “It really has been a while for you, huh?”

He’s clinging to me with his face buried in my breasts when he nods, and it isn’t until he catches his breath that he meets my gaze again. “It has. But that’s pretty standard for me regardless. Probably should have warned you.”

Slowly, he lays me on the floor and pulls out of me, showing me the mess he made all over the both of us, and the amount of cum that’s painting us even though he buried most of it inside me. It makes me a little lightheaded... and also incredibly turned on. “Seriously?”

Long, thick fingers push more cum back inside of me, curling just right to show me he’s far from done with me and has no intentions on missing out on my last orgasm. “It’s called hyperspermia. Have you heard of it? I promise it’s real even though the name is ridiculous.”

Oh I’ve heard of it, I’ve just never met anyone who had it. I also can’t focus on anything but the way his fingers feel right now. “I— um...”

“Shhh... let me take care of you and we’ll talk after. I felt how close you were, so give it to me.”

When his thumb rolls over my clit, my eyes close. Nothing matters but how it feels. Bloated with his cum, every swipe sends me a little higher until I’m shuddering and shaking on the kitchen floor, clenching my thighs around his hand to make him stop.

Finally fucking sated.

“I could watch you come all day.”

Kill braces his hands on the sides of my head and leans in to kiss me, surrounding me. For a moment, I let myself believe it’s real. That it’s the start of something altering, something perfect. But it’s not. This is complicated and messy, and this was supposed to be —has to be— a one and done, just a way to get it out of our systems.

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