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“You always moan so pretty for me,” he complimented against her lips. He rotated his hips in a figure eight as he pulled out before pushing back in with more force than before. “Always so responsive.”
“Only for you,” she returned, running her tongue along his lower lip. “Because you’re always so good to my pussy.”
He moaned against her lips before sitting up. He took her legs and placed them together against his left shoulder as he fucked her. Her titties swayed with each thrust, and his eyes were drawn there, watching as they oscillated to the same speed as his thrusts—those dark nipples set against deep syrup skin, dancing to the rhythm his hips set.
His eyes traveled to Journee’s face, and he found hers closed, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Open those pretty eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
She complied, and Killian stared into eyes filled with pleasure, pupils dilated by desire. He’d become accustomed to that look, longed to see it each time they came together like this, each time they were one. It always spurred him on, caused him to lose control of his hips, his actions driven only by that look and the yearning to keep it in place.
He wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her slightly from the bed as his thrust picked up speed and added more intensity to the already vigorous movements, the already forceful fucking.
“Shit!” Journee exclaimed, her hands gripping the comforter.
His body had a mind of its own as it entered and retreated from hers. The only objective was to give her more and take more. Killian wanted to throw her into another orgasm and feel her drench his dick. He wanted them to cum together.
He knew the spots to hit to get what he wanted, to make her gush like a fountain, and he abused that spot—touched it with every entry and retreat. The constant touching, knocking at that spot yielded the result he was looking for. Journee’s body began to shake, and her grip on the comforter tightened in an attempt to ground herself.
“Killian! I’m cumming!” she announced, and he watched it course through her, His hips never stopping, never slowing. If anything, he pushed forward more, wanted to be so deep that they melded together.
Journee raised her hands, placing them against the headboard behind her as each thrust threatened to push her up the bed. Her body was still alight from the orgasm still flowing through her.
“Baby,” she whined.
“You’re taking me so well, Tigress. Being so fucking good for me.” He released her legs, leaning over her. “Squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, then nipped her lower lip. “So fucking perfect,” he praised, dropping his head onto her shoulder. “All mine,” he declared.
His hips became erratic as he felt his balls tighten. Concentrated pleasure settled heavily in the pit of his stomach, and his dick bathed in bliss. Journee grabbed both sides of his face and pulled it from her shoulder. Their eyes met, and she kissed him once, softly—a direct contradiction to everything else.
“I love you.”
The words were spoken so softly and sweetly that they almost seemed out of place in the room, but they caused heat to course through Killian. To snatch his orgasm from him as he came deep inside of her, he could only press his lips to hers. Kiss her slowly as he stilled, the room going quiet.
Seconds ticked to a minute as he gave her everything he had.
“I love you,” he affirmed. He was head over hills and lost in everything she was, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He went to pull out, wanted to clean her up and get her some water before they started the next round, but Journee locked her legs around him and held him in place.
“Stay,” she demanded.
Killian gave her another kiss, rolled them over, and allowed her to straddle him, remaining firmly where she wanted him. She pressed a kiss to his chest before laying her head on it.
“I love you,” she breathed again into the quiet room, still saturated with the aura of pleasure.
“And I love you.”
He ran his hand along her back as he stared at the ceiling. His sister would be mad at him for ruining her plans because he wouldn’t let Journee out of bed for the next two days at least. He planned on showing her just how deeply he’d fallen.
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Journee attempted to get out of bed, only to have Killian wrap his arm around her waist and pull her back into his chest. He buried his face in her neck, and Journee sighed. She’d been trying to get out of bed for the past ten minutes with no luck.
“Killian, I need to get up.”
“No, you don’t.” He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her. He settled between her legs, sliding down to lay his head on her chest. Journee shook her head and ran her fingers through his hair.
“You may not want me to, but I do need to get up.”
