Page 114 of Kiss the Villain

My chest does that annoying throb again. “I thought I d-disgusted you.”

“I lied.” He nibbles on my throat, my jaw. “You’re the most beautiful man on the goddamn earth, baby.”

Fuck.

Why is he saying shit like this?

And why is my heart beating so loudly, I think it’ll burst through my chest? What is this motherfucker doing to me?

“I love your hoarse little voice when you moan my name.” He sucks on my bottom lip, fucking me deeper, harder, the slaps of flesh against flesh and my shameless moans echoing in the air. “I love all the noises you release when overwhelmed by pleasure, how your throat bobs up and down, how your ears flush. But most of all, I love how your body accommodates me, how you let me fuck my virgin cunt when you wouldn’t let anyone else have this power over you.”

“S-shut up.”

“You smell so good, baby.” He inhales sharply by my ear, his breaths breaking and stuttering. “Why the fuck do you smell so good? Feel so good? Fucking hell.”

He sounds mad, I don’t know whether at me or himself, but I can’t focus, because he’s hitting that spot.

Once.

Twice…

“Yes…right there…fuck me!”

“This tight hole was made for my cock. It’s only mine.” His lips suck my parted ones, and he kisses me.

Deep and raw.

I let him suck my tongue, my lips, and I bite, but it lacks strength because he’s fucking me so good.

A man is pounding the living fuck out of me and I’m delirious.

He merely chuckles in my mouth as he devours me.

Kayden kisses me as he fucks me, his tongue matching his dick’s rhythm, nearly pressing into my goddamn throat.

He releases the belt and wraps his hand around my jaw. “You like how I’m owning you, baby? How your body submits to mine?”

Low groans and moans echo in the air and it takes me a second to realize they’re mine. I’m releasing all these embarrassing noises as he fucks so hard, I can barely breathe.

I don’t want to fucking breathe.

Every time he bottoms out, shoving against my pleasurable spot, I come a little, groaning and crying out.

“Tell me you like it,” he insists, biting on my ear. “Say you like being fucked by me.”

“Fuck…” is my only reply because I’ll probably die if I admit that out loud.

“You don’t have to say it, I feel it. I see it in your eyes.” He peers at me, his eyes so dark but alive, and not empty. Far from it. He actually looks a little unhinged. “These eyes never lie.”

A droplet of sweat drips from his hair on my forehead, then mixes with my own and slides down my nose and onto my cheek.

“Your ass is glorious, baby. I don’t want to leave it. Ever. But I need to come balls deep inside you.” He goes deeper, and deeper, I think I feel him in my stomach.

Am I supposed tofeelhim in my stomach?

“Ask me to fill you up with my cum, baby.”

“I’m not saying that…”

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