Page 117 of Wicked Games

“Yeah,” I gasp and hitch my leg up, opening myself to him as he sinks all the way inside me.

“Such a slut for me.” He pumps his finger a few times. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah. Do it.” I arch my back and show him just how eager I am.

“Stroke yourself while I get my dick in you,” he rumbles in my ear.

Dutifully, I grab my cock and do as he says, keeping my touch light and my strokes slow. The tease is exactly what I need, and I barely feel it when he works a second, then a third, finger inside me. I’m still loose from the last time, and the thought of getting to feel him come in me again chases away any lingering pain or sting from his stretching.

When I’m rocking back on him and panting like a dog in heat, he pulls his fingers out of me. Then the broad head of his cock is pressing against my hole, and I push back against him impatiently.

“Easy, kitten.” He grips my hip and holds me in place. “Not too fast. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” I mumble, too far gone to care about how desperate and needy I am. He’s not even inside me yet, and I’m already feral for it. “Need to feel you.”

“You will.” He kisses the back of my neck and rocks his hips, sinking a little deeper into me with each gentle thrust. “But I’m not going to hurt you. Not now that I know how good this ass is.” His thighs brush the back of mine as he bottoms out. “I plan on taking you whenever, wherever I want.” He drops another kiss against my nape. “What do you think about that, kitten?”

“Love it,” I mumble. He feels so good inside me, and I can’t help clenching around him. “Want that. Want you always.”

He rumbles out an affectionate laugh and finally starts moving. His thrusts are slow and gentle, like he has all the time in the world and isn’t in any rush for it to be over.

I sink into the moment, enjoying the little ripples of pleasure moving through me with every glide of his cock. This feels different, more intimate, than the other times, but I push that thought out of my head and try to focus on the moment and not on my stupid emotions.

I’m just messed up from the molly and dick pills, and I’m seeing things that aren’t there. He isn’t making love to me or anything like that. He’s just being gentle because I was an anal virgin, and he’s fucked me four times in less than twenty-four hours.

I’m broken free from that train of thought when Killian bats my hand away from my dick and takes over stroking me.

“Relax and let big brother take care of you.” He presses more of those soft kisses against my neck and over my jaw.

I turn my face. He immediately captures my lips under his, and his kiss is just as slow and deep as how he’s fucking me.

He feels incredible, and I barely contain my cry of protest when he pulls out of me.

Without missing a beat, he pushes me onto my back and fits his hips between my spread thighs. It takes a second for his cock to find its mark, then we’re both groaning again as he once again fills me.

His heavy weight over me feels almost as good as how he’s moving inside me, and I wrap myself around him as he kisses me slow and deep.

Everything about the moment is too much, but at the same time, it’s not enough. I need more, but I have no idea what.

Killian’s hips speed up so he’s going faster, but not harder, as he fits his hand between us and grips my cock again. Each stroke is perfectly timed with his thrusts, pushing me even closer tomy release as he ravages my mouth with deep, messy kisses that make my head spin.

“You ready to come for me, little brother?” he asks against my lips.

I nod, and little whimpers escape my lips as he speeds up and shifts so he’s nailing my prostate with every punch of his hips.

Surging up, I kiss him hard and rock with him, chasing my orgasm as my stepbrother fucks me like the sex god he apparently is.

I’m so overwhelmed by how good everything feels that I barely notice his rhythm becoming erratic or how his breathing gets harsher. I do, however, notice when he goes stiff over me.

Greedily, I dig my fingers into his ass, yanking him against me so he’s as deep as he can possibly go. He lets out a strangled cry and slams into me a few times, then he’s shuddering over me as he spills deep inside me.

Feeling him come is enough to push me over the edge, and I arch into him with my own cry as I come hard. He sticks with it, fucking and stroking me through our orgasms until he collapses on me in a boneless, sweaty heap.

He mouths the side of my neck, his kisses tender and sweet compared to when he marks me, and I sink into the moment and enjoy the afterglow.

I have no idea how long we stay like that, but I’m brought back to reality when his dick falls out of me. I don’t like the feeling and moan in protest, and I have the insane urge to squeeze my legs together to keep his load inside me.

Killian mouths his way up my neck and presses a few sleepy kisses against my lips.

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