Page 45 of King of Depravity

“Chloe. Baby.” I run my palm over her belly, drawing in a long gulp of air as I prepare to ask the question.

“Yes,” she says as she grabs my hand and pulls me back down on the bed, bringing my chest to hers.

Are we at the point where I don’t even need to ask the question? She just knows what I’m thinking? “Are you sure?” My cock is already nestled at her entrance, sliding just inside her hot, slick pussy. “I want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure,” she answers, opening her legs a little wider, which makes me sink in a bit deeper.

She feels so good, hot, wet, tight, that I can’t help myself and I push in deeper.

I feel her wince and I still. I’m resting on my elbows, but I place my hands under her head, bringing her lips to mine.

I must taste like her, but she doesn’t wince away, as I kiss her until she relaxes. Then I push in a little deeper.

I’ve got half my cock inside her and I’m know I’m a lot to take, know that she must be so stretched. I can feel her stiffen in pain. “You all right, luv?”

“Okay,” she says between a few little puffs of breath. “It might have been a mistake to give my virginity to you.”

It’s my turn to stiffen and I start to pull out because, I know I’m a mistake. I’ve always been a mistake.

But her legs lock around mine, stilling my withdrawal. “Killian?”

“I…” I shake my head. “I know I’m a lot.”

I feel her relax as she kisses along the scruff of my jaw. “Your monster cock? Yeah. It’s a lot.”

Right. We’re talking about the size of my junk not the fact that I’ve never been worth much. I drop my forehead to hers, my eyes closing as I slowly begin to push back inside her. “I’d never want to hurt you, Chloe.” I’m surprised how deeply I mean the words. I’d do anything to keep the bad parts of me from ruining all her beautiful colors.

“I know, Killian.” Then she tilts her chin to kiss me again. “Why do you think I’m here right now?”

I finally seat myself fully inside her, her sheath so tight around me, I start to shake because it feels so good.

No woman has ever…

But I can’t even think as I slowly withdraw and then push back in. I keep my movements light, easy, ignoring the need to pump into her with mindless abandon.

But the slower I go, the harder the pleasure hits me, pulling me so taut, I squeeze my eyes shut, the cords of my neck popping out with the effort it takes to control the urge.

Her hands slide down my back, her lips pressed to my ear, as she murmurs sweet little nothings.

I’m sure they’re words, but I can’t process them, my brain is so fritzed by the feel of her pussy tight around my cock.

No one has ever loved me like this.

Made me feel cared for, made me feel wanted.

Not just for my looks, or my money, Chloe…she values me. It’s my final thought as, with one quick thrust, I cum, filling her, my body convulsing over hers.

She holds me close like she’s comforting me, and I collapse on top of her, burying my face into the crook of her neck.

It’s the moment I know that’d I do anything for this woman. Anything.

I slide to the side, pulling her with me, but as I look down at our bodies, I can see the blood that’s covering my cock.

Shit.

Pulling her even tighter to my chest, I note she might have been right about the bedding, it’s covered in blood too, not that I care.

I’m up in a second, her in my arms.

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