Page 45 of Her Marine
“Imagine how you’ll feel when I’m filling this sweet little pussy,” Killian spoke, his eyes watching the dilation of her pupils. “When I’m so deep, we won’t be able to tell where you end, and I begin.”
Killian rotated his wrist as he moved his fingers in and out of her and Journee began to undulate her hips in time with his movements, rocking to meet each of his inward thrusts. His lips went to her neck, and Killian trailed his tongue up the side before pulling her earlobe between his teeth.
“Killian, please,” Journee gasped as he fucked her with his fingers faster.
“Please, what, baby? Tell me,” he demanded softly, lips against her ear, and Killian enjoyed the way she trembled beneath him.
“I’m going to cum. Don’t stop; please don’t stop.”
Killian wouldn’t dream of it. Stopping, absolutely not. Slowing down to draw out her pleasure, yes. He slowed his movements, pulling his fingers almost entirely out before pushing them back in. He felt Journee tighten around his fingers. She moved against them, attempting to get what she wanted, to allow her orgasm to overflow.
Killian’s free hand came to her waist, and he held her still. He’d allow her to cum, but he wanted it exactly how she’d given it to him previously. Wanted to build her up to the same release.
Journee’s hand came down to grip his wrist, and Killian pulled his face from her neck to meet her eyes. The desire that danced in them was hypnotic, erotic. The unabashed pleasure spoke loudly, and Killian could see the want in her eyes, the need. He was sure she could see the same things reflected in his.
Killian had never felt a need this carnal, a desire this dominating. It was new to him, but it didn’t surprise him. Wanting Journee, the way he had upon first seeing her, told him that he’d feel new things with her while pleasuring her. He had been so physically attracted to her that it hadn’t surprised him how deeply he fell in lust. Getting to know her just fueled his attraction.
“You’re teasing me again,” she told him, her tongue coming out to lick her full lips.
Killian smirked at her, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I told you, you’re just impatient,” he then spoke against them. Releasing her waist, Killian brought his hand up and gripped her neck. “I should teach you some.”
Leaning further down, Killian circled his tongue around her nipple before pulling the hardened bud into his mouth. He sucked it, rolling his tongue over it as he gradually picked up the pace of his fingers inside her. Journee arched, pushing her breast into his face as her hips rolled, meeting his fingers.
Killian felt her walls tighten around his fingers; her legs started to shiver slightly. Journee’s breath hitched, and right as she was about to cum, he added pressure to that bundle of nerves as he bit down on her nipple, squeezing her neck simultaneously.
Journee’s body shook as she began to squirt, Killian’s fingers again fucking in and out of her. Her release hit his lower stomach and dick, covering her thighs, and wetting the bed. Her hand again gripped his wrist, except this time she was attempting to remove his fingers from her.
Killian obliged, releasing her nipple and neck, and Journee took in a breath as he moved down her body. That breath immediately turned into a gasp as Killian licked a long stripe up her slit, and she squirmed as he locked one of her thighs in his arms.
He attached his lips to her pussy and began to suck up everything she released. Journee continued to squirm, and Killian knew that she was sensitive. One of her hands came down to his head, and she laced her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as her other hand came down to cover her pussy, and deny him access.
Killian was well aware that he could have removed both of her hands but doing that wouldn’t allow him to know if she actually wanted him to stop, and while he enjoyed how sensitive she got, enjoyed pushing her body and torturing her while she was, she’d have to let him know she was okay with it.
“You want me to stop, Tigress?” Killian inquired, his eyes coming up to meet hers. He licked his lips. “You want me to leave this tasty little pussy alone? Give you a minute?”
Journee’s breath hitched at his words, and her eyes held his as she bit her lower lip briefly before slowly shaking her head. Killian raised a brow at her. He’d thought they’d gone over this when he’d tasted her for the first time. He wanted her to say it.
“Use your words, baby,” he demanded, and Journee’s stomach dipped.
“No, Killian. I don’t want you to stop.”
“Then move your fucking hands.”
Journee’s hand left his hair, moved from in front of her pussy, and Killian dove in, latching onto her clit and sucking it. Journee’s moans filled the room, and her legs shook on either side of his head. He knew that it wouldn’t take her long to cum, and his first thought was to deny her, to make her wait again.
However, the trembling in her legs increased, and her body began to writhe as her eyes slid down to watch him, and Killian saw it. Knew that she was on the precipice of something different this time, and damn did he want to be the one to give it to her.
He read the signs of her body, and just as she was about to cum, he reached up with his free hand, grabbing her neck and squeezing it tighter than he had the first time. Journee threw her head back, and she was ascending. He watched her arch so far off the bed, that Killian knew had he not been holding her, she would probably be on her toes, back arched like a bow.
He released her neck, and as Journee gasped in a breath, his name accompanying it, more cum flowed from her. He couldn’t deny himself a taste before getting off the bed and heading to his bag, pulling out the box of condoms. His dick was painfully hard, and Journee’s responsiveness released that animal that lived inside of him. Now, she’d have to be the one to satiate it.
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Journee felt her orgasm creep to the precipice, but this one felt different, more intense than any she’d felt before. It built inside her until it was overflowing, and she came on a heavy moan. Killian’s hand wrapped around her neck, cutting most of her airflow, and she was soaring. Journee had never cum like this before, had never been sent to some alternate plain where she floated outside of her body, outside of existence.
Killian’s hand released her neck, and Journee gasped in a needed breath as his name tumbled from her lips. She was suspended, her body overtaken by this new euphoric state she was floating in. It was like her body was being caressed, enraptured by pleasure, by Killian.
Then she was falling, plummeting back to the soft cushion of the pillow beneath her head, the bed under her body, as the mushroomed head of his dick slowly began to stretch her, filling her at a tantalizingly slow pace—a mixture between euphoric and torture. Journee didn’t know whether she wanted to whine, moan, demand that he speed up, or request he go even slower.
