Page 50 of Falling for a Killer

With a smirk he tugs his shirt off and tosses it, my gaze roaming the gorgeous lines of his muscles down to the huge bulge in his jeans. “You want me naked?”

“I want you inside me, so yes,” I rush out, wishing I could touch him. “Don’t you want that too?”

“So bad, Joey.” Killian reaches down to squeeze his raging hard cock, then undoes his button. “I always want to be inside you.”

Anticipation makes me squirm as I dig crescent moons into my palms. “Kiss me,” I whisper breathlessly. “Let me taste.”

His zipper curls over the bulge before he stands to remove his pants and boxers in one go, and then he climbs back on top of me to comply.

My tongue sweeps into his mouth to chase the taste of myself, grinning against his lips as I feel his cock slide against my soaked pussy. “Don’t do it,” I whisper. “Don’t fuck me.”

“No?” He tilts his head challengingly and does it again, the head of his cock pressing against my swollen clit. “How are you gonna stop me?”

My stomach swoops as I squirm, trying to get my legs underneath him to push him off. “Like th-is.”

God, he’s so strong.

Those hands grip my legs and pin me down, a wicked smile flashing across his face a split second before he thrusts all the way into me in one solid, punishing thrust. “You’re not going anywhere, woman.”

Like I’d ever want to. He could keep me tied to this bed for the rest of my life and I’d never complain, but it’s so much more fun when I do.

“You think you can stop me?” I ask, clenching hard as I tug on the ropes. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Fuck,” he groans, cock throbbing inside of me so hard I know eating my pussy has him closer than he wants to be. “I’ll keep you tied up forever. Use you whenever I please.”

His hand wraps around my throat as he pulls almost all of the way out only to slam back in again.

“I’ll scream,” I threaten, tipping my head back as I temporarily lose myself to the pleasure. “So... loud.”

Killian smirks, fucking me slow and deep so every roll of his hips applies a teasing pressure on my clit. “No one can hear you,” he finally whispers, sending me over into yet another mind-blowing orgasm that tests his little theory.

I scream his name so loud I bet the birds outside can hear it. His fingers tighten when I clench around him, his mouth crashing into mine so abruptly he swallows his name down from the source.

Got him.

I bite his lip hard enough to make him pull back, then blurt, “Don’t come inside me, Killian. I can’t take it.”

“Joey!” His palm moves to clasp over my mouth, but I’ve already won. His hips are driving into me so hard it takes my breath away, and when he lifts my leg to get even deeper, I fall over the edge with him.

Killian slams as deep as he can with a groan, thrusting his way through such an intense orgasm, I feel him tremble. I’ll never get used to how much he comes, how full I feel when he does.

It’s addicting.

“All of it, baby. Give me all of it.”

“It’s all yours,” he whispers into my ear, his lips ghosting along my cheek until they meet mine, but this kiss is different from the others. “All of me is.”

Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe sex didn’t make things complicated, but ratheruncomplicated things. Life is messy, especially ours. But this? This is simple. It’s easy.

It’s not complicated at all.

Twenty-Four:

Flashing Lights

The scent of burning chicken parm fills my nose even as Killian presses it against his pelvis, cock sheathed fully in my throat. It’s my fault, I couldn’t wait — he just looks so fucking good in grey sweatpants.

“Fucking love your mouth,” he groans, the pulsing against my tongue making me moan as I swallow down every single drop. “Were you craving my load, Roo?”

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