Page 32 of Falling for a Killer

“Killian!” she moans, bouncing her ass just enough to ride my face. “Fuck me. Please.”

God, I’m leaking for her. I’d give my left nut to sink inside of her right now, but the way she’s riding my face tells me I’d blow the second I did... and that’d be embarrassing. “More,” I growl. “You have more for me, Joey.”

I spread her cheeks wider so I can suck her clit into my mouth, relishing the strangled little scream she lets out. Her whole lower body trembles as she squirms, but she lets go for me again, and again, and again.

It really is an addiction at this point.

“I can’t,” she gasps. “Killian, please!”

Poor girl is so much stronger than she realizes, but I’m not. I can’t go another second without being inside of her so I scramble up into position and use the last of my resolve to catch my breath. “You’re not done, but I want you strangling my cock for your next one. Tell me baby, are you sensitive yet?”

I push myself inside before she can respond, barely catching the broken “yes” she whispers just as I bottom out. Her fingers are curled into fists beneath the rope keeping her tied up and at my mercy, and the way her deep red hair cascades down her back makes her look like a work of art.

My art.

“Fuck, Joey!” I reach up to grip her hair at the base and squeeze, my hips snapping harder and harder as I lose myself to my own pleasure for a while.

My entire world narrows down to this, to her and me and this ecstasy we bring each other.

I think I might die if she decides to pull away from me again. The thought of not being able to have her this way for even a day is turning me into an animal that can’t think about anything but fucking her. Owning her. “I could keep you like this if I wanted. Tied up and completely at my mercy.”

“Kill—what?” she gasps, but the way her pussy clenches and another orgasm steals her breath says it all.

I don’t think she’d hate me if I did.

She wants to be used like this, wants to be trapped and worshiped and fucked like a whore.

“Tell me I can have you whenever I want. Any time of day, I can bend you over and take what I need. Say it. Promise me.”

I tug her hair back and lean in to bite her neck, leaving a mark I’ll be able to look at for days. Her voice is wrecked as she screams my name... and then she says it. “I promise.”

Whether she means it or not, I let myself believe it. The promise has my balls tightening, but I refuse to be done.

“That’s my girl. My beautiful little captive.”

Releasing her hair, I slap down on her ass hard, gripping the rope for better leverage as I drive myself deeper. Every thrust has her squirming like she’s trying to get away, but I hold her steady until my name is falling from her lips like rain.

She’s mine whenever I want her, however I want her. If she says no, says stop or don’t or whatever else, I’ll tie her up again. She’s got a safeword.

It’s the only thing that can stop me now.

“You want more cum, Joey? Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside me,” she rushes out, digging her nails into her palms. “Fill my pussy up, baby. Come inside me.”

I probably should have waited to ask. Hearing her tell me she wants me to breed her immediately sends me over, my body tensing with that first pulse of cum, and when her cunt squeezes me in response, I can’t fight the groan that vibrates through my chest. My hands fly down to her hips and hold her still, making her take every single drop I have.

She whimpers as her belly bloats with it.

Fuck, I want to keep her like this all the time.

“Give me all of it,” she begs, eyes closed as she rocks back to milk me dry. “Every fucking drop.”

“It’s yours,” I manage to grunt out, my whole body twitching as that sated feeling flows through me.

I wasn’t a virgin before I met this woman, but I’ve also never fucked like this, which means I’ve never felt this level of relief. I didn’t even know what I was missing, all I knew was I walked away from every encounter with a hunger that never seemed to dissipate and now I can never go back to that.

Josephine Moran keeps me fed.

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