Page 69 of Wicked Games

He loosens his grip on my hair and scratches his nails over my scalp. The move feels weirdly tender—and also fantastic.

“Is that a guy?” Natalie screeches.

“Obviously. Now get the fuck out unless you want to watch me nut in his mouth.”

“What?” she squawks.

Instead of answering, Killian looks back down at me, a smirk-smile tilting his full lips. “You ready for it?”

I can’t answer, or even nod, since his dick is pushing down my throat, but by the way his smirk deepens, he knows I am.

I’m so far gone that I don’t give a fuck if Natalie is still in the room or if half the house is in the hall watching us. All I care about is making Killian come.

His eyes are molten as he traces his thumb over the seal of my lips. I rub my tongue along his shaft and swallow around his head.

His eyes roll back slightly, and he lets out a long, drawn-out groan as he goes stiff. Then he’s coming, shooting down my throat as I swallow everything he gives me.

My head is spinning when he pulls his cock out of my mouth. I half expect him to leave me like that, but he grabs me under the arms and throws me onto my bed. I land on my back, my entire body tingling from the show of strength.

“Pants down.”

I follow his directions, my hands shaking as I tear open my pants and shove them around my thighs.

“On your knees.”

I bounce up like one of those punching bags that swings back after you hit it.

“Turn around.”

I’m way too eager as I obey, but I’m too far gone to care.

Killian grabs my hips and hauls me back against him. I let out a startled cry, then cry out again as he grips my cock and strokes me. Something warm and thick presses between my ass cheeks, and I squeeze around him when I realize it’s Killian’s cock.

He wraps his arm around me, and my mind goes floaty through the pleasure as he completely surrounds me.

“You gonna come for me?” He speeds up his strokes and rocks his hips, dragging his cock through my crease.

The ridge of his crown catches on my hole, and the jolt of pleasure that rips through me is so strong my knees actually go weak.

“I bet you wouldn’t stop me if I bent you over right now and shoved my dick in you.”

I lean more heavily against him and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He’s right, I wouldn’t. I’d let him. Hell, I’d beg for it if he told me to.

He slides his arm up my chest, then circles his hand around my throat. “I know what you need,” he murmurs in my ear as he presses down. “I know what makes you feel good.”

The world around me goes fuzzy, and my entire body is full of pins and needles. I’m dizzy and lightheaded, but it all blends to create the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt.

“You’d look so hot taking my cock,” he rumbles, adding a little twist to his hand as he strokes me exactly the way I like. “Have you ever been fucked?”

“No,” I manage. I’m so overwhelmed with everything, it’s hard to focus on anything other than how much I need to come.

Killian’s dick is hard again, and he rocks his hips in time with his hand. His cockhead keeps catching on my rim, and I can’t control my moans as I feel each pass deep in my body.

“God, you’re such a slut.” He traces his tongue over the shell of my ear. “So eager for it, so willing to let me do whatever I want to you.”

The room is starting to fade in and out, and it feels like I’m losing my connection to reality, and not necessarily in a good way.

Killian either senses it, or he just happens to have excellent timing, and he releases the pressure on my throat for a few beats. The slight break gives me a chance to refocus, and I almost sigh in relief when he presses back down.

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