Page 36 of Killian

I can taste myself through the panties, making me hotter than I imagined it would. Killian has always been a beast in bed, but the more time passes, the rougher he has become. I can’t say I mind though. Every single thing he does tends to end with me screaming his name while my body quakes.

“Let’s see if I can make you moan around your panties, love.”

Before I can consider his words, Killian leans closer to my center, dragging his tongue along my slit. I arch into him, needing more, but of course he doesn’t play by my rules.

No, Killian has his own set of rules in the bedroom.

“Tsk, tsk, Greer. You’re so greedy, aren’t you? This is my time. Lie back and let me enjoy you or else I’ll make you wait until tomorrow to come.”

I grunt out a protest but lower my body back to the bed.

“Such a good girl. Keep being good and I promise I’ll reward you.”

Then he dives back in. It takes everything I can to not arch into him. As his tongue draws a fucking masterpiece against my clit, I can’t help, but bring my hands to his hair.

Thankfully, he allows me to dig into it, loving the groans he lets out against me when I pull lightly.

The lace in my mouth only adds another layer of sensation, stimulating my taste and touch with the different, unique texture.

I know I could pull them out, but when Killian looks up at me, the hunger in his eyes burning bright, I can’t help it. I leave them there, fully falling into this moment with him.

He doesn’t stop his ministrations until I’m screaming his name through the fabric.

Then he’s at my mouth, diving his tongue in, swiping against the lace to brush against my tongue. When I’m breathless once again, he pulls back, pulling the panties out. He shoves the panties into his pants pocket before shoving his pants down his legs.

“I’m going to frame those fucking panties and hang them right next to that fucking painting. Fuck, you’re a fucking goddess.”

“All the curse words,” I tease.

Killian’s back on top of me, thrusting up into me hard.

“Fuck,”I moan.

“Now look who is cussing. Bad girl.”

I can’t even respond to him. He grinds his body against mine, his dick hitting that spot inside that makes me see stars while his pubic bone rubs up and down my clit.

He keeps his pace languid, letting me slowly build up while he leans in and kisses all over my face and neck.

“I could fuck you for a lifetime and it wouldn’t be enough,” he whispers against my skin.

“Please,” I groan, unable to articulate what I need.

My body is on the edge, begging to take the plunge.

“I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.”

Then he moves faster, his body hitting mine harder, then his hands dig into my thigh and hip. Within a minute, I’m there. I can feel the tears at the edge of my eyes as the pleasure brings me so high it’s almost painful.

Then I fall.

My vision goes black as my body contracts around him.

I can hear him mutter something, but I’m so lost in my own pleasure that I cannot make them out.

I feel a warmth fill me as he jerks inside.

When I finally come back to myself, Killian is resting his head on my chest while he heaves in a breath.

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