Page 114 of Her Marine
She was not asking, and he didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled almost entirely out. He snapped his hips; the thrust was hard, deep. Right on the verge of being too hard, of hurting her. It was a thin line, and he was stretching it. His little tigress had given him permission to take, and he was going to while he gave her as much as she could handle and then pushed to see if she could handle more.
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Journee felt like the air had been knocked from her lungs. She’d known what her boyfriend wanted, and she desired the same thing. Wanted him to give her everything he thought she could take and then demand that she take more. She’d missed him being inside her, taking him in every way he wanted to give it to her, in every way she wanted it from him.
She hadn’t thought the entire night would be a slow undulation of hips with deep strokes, and while she did enjoy those times, what they both wanted, hungered for, was something else. Somethingprimal.
Each thrust was laborious, deep, and Journee felt as if the air was being punched from her lungs each time he entered her. Even as she pushed back to meet him, she could only hold on for the ride. Staccato moans left her lips on each entry. The grip he had on her waist and ass was firm. Journee knew she’d have indents from his fingers the following morning.
Killian abused her g-spot, touching it with each exploration of his dick in her pussy. She could feel her release building, forming in the pit of her stomach and slowly spreading throughout her.
“I can feel you squeezing me, baby. Be a good girl, and cum all over this dick.”
His words never seemed to fail, always pulled the reaction he wanted from her, and this time was no different. Journee came almost violently, cum rushing from her pussy, surrounding his length, and gushing down her thighs.
“Killian!”
Her legs shook, her stomach quivered as her back arched even more, and he continued to fuck her through it, continued to give more, make her take more, but she hadn’t expected that he wouldn’t.
Killian slid his arms under her, pulling her onto her knees as he fucked her, trying to push his dick even further. His hand gripped her breasts and used them as holds to pull her into each roll of his hips. The new angle allowed him to hit something different, caress her sensitive pussy in a new, torturously pleasurable way.
His movements were sure, definitive but erratic all at the same time. He was chasing pleasure, taking it from her while giving it to her tenfold. All Journee could do in this position was hang on for the ride, receive the pleasure he was giving her.
She leaned her head against his shoulder as he slowly ran his thumbs over her nipples. It was a stark contrast to how he was fucking her, and the two stimulations played off one another, making her feel overwhelmed in the best way.
“Cum for me again,” he growled into her ear, sending a shiver through her.
“Killian, baby, I…” Journee trailed off with a moan, words failing her momentarily.
“You what?” he asked. “You want to cum again for me, don’t you, Tigress? You want to drench my dick in those delicious juices.”
“Fuck. Yes,” she responded as he gave her an arduous thrust.
He released one of her breasts, his hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit. He wanted her to cum again right then, and Journee knew he was more than capable of pulling it from her. Between the hard, penetrating thrusts, the circle of his middle finger against her clit, and how he tweaked her nipple, she could feel her next release on the precipice.
If he were anyone else, Journee might have been ashamed for cumming so quickly, soeasilyfor him, but she wasn’t. He manipulated her body so well, knew just how to stimulate her to get what he wanted, to throw her into pleasure, that the day she didn’t cum damn near on command for him would be a cold day in hell.
A couple of minutes later, her orgasm surged from her, her body spasming against his, and he groaned at the feel of warm, wetness coating his length. The sound was deep, guttural, and it went straight to Journee’s pussy. She felt it in her clit as if he’d made the sinful noise against it.
Killian removed his hands from her body, and she collapsed onto the bed, her knees unable to hold her up. She took deep breaths while he pulled out of her. Kisses and nips were left along her shoulder blades and down her spine, and when he sank his teeth into the flesh of one of her ass cheeks, she gasped, jerking slightly.
He turned her on her side, taking her clit between his lips as he lifted her leg. Journee’s first instinct was to move away. Her clit was sensitive, and her last orgasm was still pulsating through her, but he only followed her. His grip on her thigh didn’t allow her to get far.
While his lips teased and pleased her clit, she ran her fingers through his hair. Soft mewls pushed past her lips as her sensitivity heightened her pleasure, keeping her body on sensual alert. Journee wasn’t even sure that her previous orgasm had ceased, drained from her body before she felt another one on the horizon.
Shock ran through her at the realization. Her body reacted as if she’d gone years without having sex, and it was time to make up for it. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from him with how long he’d waited, how long they both had. The craving had built in both of them, and her body was responding accordingly, being aptly affected.
When her orgasm hit, Killian removed his lips from her clit and licked up every drop of her essence, working his tongue in her pussy briefly to drink from her fountain.
Then he had her on her back, lips leaving a trail of kisses as they converged on hers, and Journee tasted herself on his tongue. She shared in the decadence that he’d become so addicted to, and she’d become addicted as well. Addicted to tasting herself on him, to knowing she was the one coating his tongue, feeding his desire, and vanquishing his thirst.
He slipped back inside her as his tongue pillaged her mouth, and Journee moaned into the kiss, arched into his body to welcome him into hers.
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Killian was drowning in Journee. Drowning in the taste of her cum, drowning in the feel of her pussy engulfing his dick, holding him snug. Drowning in everything that she was.
He pulled out, snapped his hips aggressively, and pushed back in, forcing a moan past her lips. The noises she made for him always went straight to his dick and his ego because there would never be another man that got them from her, who could please her the way he did. Killian would be the only one.
