Page 156 of Wicked Rockstar

His pace intensified. Killian’s tongue lapped, licked, flicked, and swirled while his hand did oh so magical things. When my orgasm hit, it was like a runaway car crashing into a brick wall. Every muscle in my body locked up, then started to shake. The world around me ceased to exist as explosion after explosion rocked my core.

I came once, and then a second time.

And then a third.

The cry that left my lips barely registered. All of my senses were targeted to what Killian was doing to me.

But he didn’t let up. Not until I’d come down from my orgasm high and giggled. I had to tug at his hair to get his attention. “Give me a second.”

Killian’s head popped up. His pleased smile glistened with wetness left behind as I came all over his chin. “You’re so fucking perfect, Tink. Your body is a masterpiece. I’ll never get tired of learning the sounds you make when you come for me. You almost had me spilling in my pants.”

“I love you,” I whispered.

I loved him so damn much.

“I love you too, babe,” he whispered.

He stood and finally stripped his clothes from his body, then he grabbed a condom from a box on the dresser I hadn’t noticed.

I scooted further up the bed until my head hit the pillow. He followed me up the mattress, careful of his cast, and kneeled in between my legs. Lifting them so they rested on the crook of his arms, he lined up his cock at my entrance. When he teased me, sliding it in just a little and then back out, I wanted to throw something.

“Killian,” I warned, groaning.

“You want my big dick sliding into your wet cunt, Tink, taking what I want?” His filthy words always surprised me at how much I loved hearing them.

“Fuck yes. Killian, don’t you dare make me wait anymore.” I didn’t know if it was my pleading or the way my fingers dug into his legs, but a second later, he inched in. I’d rather have had him slam into me in one thrust, but we had the rest of the night to ravish each other.

“You’re so damn beautiful with my cock stretching you,” he said, another grin toying at his lips as I clamped down harder around him.

He withdrew and then pushed in deeper, burying himself as far as he could.

“Yes!” I shouted, lifting my hips as he pounded into me.

Killian let go of my legs and leaned down over me so that his pelvis was angled to rub at my clit, intensifying every sensation sweeping over me. He was so damn strong. I knew he held up most of his weight with his good hand.

My overly-sensitive body trembled with every thrust as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Come for me, little fairy.” His soft demand triggered the release that was so close to the surface.

“Oh, fuck. Killian!” My back bowed and my heels dug into the curve of his ass. My climax crashed over me, hitting me with wave after wave of intense highs and lows. My body continued to convulse, and if he wasn’t on top of me I’d have likely levitated.

I cried out with pleasure as my core clenched rhythmically around him.

“That’s it, baby.” He picked up the pace, pumping his cock in and out of me, pushing my orgasm over the top again. “I could watch you come all night long.”

His hand gripped my hips, each thrust harder, faster. A primal cry left his lips as his body stiffened and his orgasm hit. “Fuck,” he groaned.

For several moments, neither of us moved.

Our labored breaths were the only sound in the room.

Killian eased out of me and disposed of the condom. He joined me in the bed and curled his body around me, his front to my back.

His arms tightened around me, his good hand laced with mine over my stomach as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck and brushed gentle kisses on my shoulder. “You belong to me, Tink.”

Hearing his possessive words did something to me. It connected us but in a way that I knew wasn’t about power. It wasabout all consuming love and acceptance. The desire to be with each other always.

A broad smile stretched across my face as I drew his forearm up and his hand to my lips to feather a kiss on our connected fingers. “I belong to you.”

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