Page 22 of King of Depravity

He loosens his grip on my foot, sliding his hand along the muscle of my calf and then hooking my knee to bend and open my leg.

My breath is coming out in in shorter and shorter bursts, my blood rushing in my ears.

He reaches for my other knee, bending that one too, opening me fully so that I’m spread out before him.

He stares at my most intimate parts, and I fight the urge to blush or to hide.

Reaching out, he brushes his knuckles over my mound. “This belongs to me,” he rumbles. “No one else.”

“I already told you,” I answer, looking away then. “I don’t date. I’ve never done any of this before.”

“Good,” he grunts as he lowers himself on the bed to settle his face between my thighs. Then he nips lightly at my thigh.

My body jumps, partially out of surprise, but also anticipation as he nibbles closer to where I ache. The closer he moves, the sharper the ache becomes. I’m getting so wet, I can smell my own excitement.

Finally, he takes a long lick, sliding his tongue along the entire length of my seam.

My head falls back as a needy, keening moan escapes my lips.

His answer is to swirl his tongue right on my clit. “Oh God, that feels so good.” A flood of heat and wetness is surely puddling on my bed as Killian takes a long swirling lick at my clit.

“Your pussy is fucking delicious,” he rumbles into my skin. “I could eat you all night.”

My answer is to moan louder while I bury my fingers in his hair, encouraging him to get even closer.

My knees have fallen further apart, my body completely open to him as I whimper out my need.

And then I say the word I hate, only right in this moment I don’t hate it at all. “Please, Killian. Please make me cum.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

Killian

It’sthe fuckingpleasethat gets me. She begged me in the same way earlier, when she asked me to not put her on her knees.

I hated the way she sounded then, broken and battered, like I’d wrung out the last of her dignity.

But this please… It sets me on fire. I lap at her little clit, sliding a finger into her pussy and holy fucking shit, she’s so tight around me, so soft and silky, my cock jumps and twitches.

She lets out a breathy moan before she absolutely clamps down on my finger. As she cums, she digs her fingers into my scalp, the convulsions curling her body in the sexiest way.

I take my free hand and grab my cock through my underwear to keep from cumming, like a fresh-faced schoolboy, in my boxers.

She’s turning me into a puppy dog.

Her spasms slow, her body wilting into the bed, my tattered T-shirt still hanging around her arms.

She brushes her hair back from her face, her hair spread out on the bed like a halo. Jesus, she looks so beautiful all languid and satisfied.

I lift up to stare, keeping my finger inside her. “That was beautiful, luv.”

She shakes her head, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m not sure it’s what you intended.”

“Course it is. I want to touch you, be touched by you. I’ll take any opportunity I can to hear you make those noises again.”

She giggles, just a small little sound. And I’d like to just watch her for a while longer, but my cock is straining against the band of my underwear, pushing up above the waistband. I rise up on my knees, pulling the fabric down on my hips as I take my cock in my hand and give it a few good pumps. I’m still between her legs, and the view of her pussy is even better than the one last night of her ass.

“I could look at you all the time,” I grunt, giving another tug.

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