Page 70 of Her Marine
“I want you to go home and relax,” he told her.
He watched her bite her bottom lip. “Is Slate taking you back to the airport?”
“He is.”
Journee nodded. “Come back inside with me for a minute.”
“Okay, let me drop this off at Slate’s car.”
“Sure,” Journee responded before opening her car door and reaching in.
Killian went over to Slate’s car, placing the bag into the backseat before following Journee back into the building. She led him into a room much like the one he and the other men got dressed in before the wedding, closing the door behind them.
When Killian turned to look at her, he found her leaning against the door and raised a brow before smirking at her.
“I’m getting a sense of déjà vu, Tigress.”
“You should be,” she responded, holding up the condom in her hand, and Killian assumed she’d gotten it out of her car.
He beckoned her forward, leaning down to kiss her as he took the condom from her hand. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and led her to the couch. He hiked her dress up when he sat down, pulling her to straddle him.
Killian reached between them, his hand going between her thighs, and he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties and wondered when she pulled them off because he knew she’d been wearing them earlier. Killian pulled away from the kiss.
“I suppose it’s safe to say you planned on me giving you dick?”
Journee shrugged at him, her smile mischievous. “Maybe.”
He repositioned them on the couch, Journee’s back against the armrest. Killian slid down the sofa, grabbed the leg that hung off the side, and placed it on his shoulder before burying his face between her thighs. The moan she let out as he took her clit into his mouth was music to his ears. He always enjoyed listening to the sounds he elicited from her.
Killian swirled his tongue around her clit before dipping it inside of her. She always tasted so good, like euphoria, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit she’d become a fixation for him. She possessed the most delicious pussy he’d ever eaten, the best pussy he’d slid his dick into, and Killian wasn’t just talking out of the side of his neck when he said it.
Her moans filtered softly into the air, and Killian wanted more, wanted her to be more vocal. She was holding it in, and he didn’t care where they were; she would give him what he wanted.
Taking her clit back into his mouth, Killian bit it, pulling a gasp from Journee before lifting his head to look at her.
“You’re being too quiet, baby.”
“You want everyone here to hear me?” she questioned, before licking her lower lip.
“I want to hear you. I don’t care if they do.”
Killian leaned down, running his tongue up her slit, pulling a moan from her. “So, stop holding it in.”
He swirled his tongue around her clit several times before sucking on it, drawing louder moans. Killian used his teeth to cause friction on her clit, pressing the tip of his tongue against it with each release.
It wasn’t long before Journee began to move against him, her breathing shifting, and Killian knew she was close to cumming.
“Baby, don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” she spoke with a moan.
Her hand came down to lace in his hair, and it was only a few seconds later that she was arching against the arm of the couch as she came. His name pushed past her lips as she looked down at him, and Killian held her gaze as he released her clit before slowly licking her pussy a few times. Her lower half spasmed as her stomach dipped each time he did so.
Sitting up, he unbuckled his belt, removing it before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles before opening the condom and rolling it down his dick.
“Come here,” he stated.
As Journee moved closer, Killian pulled her to straddle him. He positioned his dick, pulling her down as he captured her lips with his. They didn’t have all the time in the world, but Killian would make what they did count.
He was close to cumming when there was a knock on the door almost thirty minutes later as he gave her a particularly hard thrust, and Journee buried her face in his neck.
