Page 59 of Her Marine
She pulled the bottom of the shirt out of her cream asymmetrical skirt, undoing the last two buttons and slipping it off her shoulders. “I know,” she responded, tossing the shirt onto the bed. “So, you’d better stop wasting time.”
Killian raised a brow at her, eliminating the distance between them in two long strides. He didn’t say a word as he leaned down and captured her lips with his. As they kissed, Journee’s hands went to the button on his jeans, undoing it before sliding his zipper down. She pulled the front of his pants and boxers down enough to free his dick.
Journee wrapped her hand around his length and stroked him slowly. Killian moaned into the kiss, his hand skimming up the inside of her thigh, and Journee felt his finger brush along her slit over the fabric of her panties. She was already becoming wet. The thought of him leaving made her want to indulge in him again. Her pussy moistened at the minor fact that they could get caught.
She felt him slip two fingers into the seat of her panties and begin to pull tight. Journee immediately grabbed his wrist, pulling away from the kiss.
“Don’t,” she told him. “I can’t walk around here the rest of the day without panties.”
“Take them off,” he demanded, removing his fingers as he reached into his back pocket with his other hand.
“We can just pull them to the side,” Journee responded as she watched him open his wallet and pull out a condom before placing it back in his pocket.
Journee watched Killian open the condom, rolling it down his length, and it shouldn’t have turned her on even more to watch it, but it did. He tossed the wrapper to the side, onto the bed, as he shrugged.
“Don’t blame me if they’re wet by the time we finish.”
She hadn’t thought about that, but hell, they were wet now. Journee figured he was probably right and slid them from her hips, stepping out of them when they hit the floor. No sooner than she had, Killian wrapped his arm around her waist, picking her up. He positioned the head of his dick at her entrance and thrust up, entering her, and pulling her down to meet him. Journee wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing her head back and moaning. He always filled her so well.
Killian held still, allowing her to adjust for a minute. She brought her lips to his, kissing him again as she found herself rocking slightly against him. His free hand gripped her ass as he pulled out before thrusting back into her. Journee moaned against his lips, squeezing her walls around him.
He chose a steady pace, lifting her slightly each time he pulled out and pulling her back down to meet his thrusts. She gripped the hair at the nape of his neck while he swallowed the moans she released.
Each thrust did its job and hit its mark as the head of his dick brushed that bundle of nerves that would send her over the edge. It wasn’t long before Journee felt her orgasm pushing its way to the precipice, and she began to plead against his lips.
“Please don’t stop. I’m so close. Please, please, please…fuck!”
Journee hadn’t meant to be that loud as she came, but she was sure Kaydence hadn’t heard her. At least, she hoped she hadn’t.
Killian didn’t stop his movements, and she found her back against the door. He removed her arms from around his neck with one of his hands and pinned them above her head as he fucked her. Journee felt as if each thrust was two. He’d push into her, sending her up the door on a bounce, and she’d come right back down to repeat it all over again.
His thrusts were deep and purposeful, and she found herself biting her tongue to keep from crying out because she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her voice down if she did.
Killian’s lips came to her ear, and he nipped her earlobe before whispering, “That’s it. Let me feel that sweet little pussy grip my dick.” He flicked his tongue against her earlobe. “You always take me so well, Tigress.”
Journee felt her walls contracting around his dick. He’d barely been fucking her for ten minutes, and she was on the verge of cumming again. His words never failed to rile her up and push her over the edge. She felt her stomach coil tight as her legs around his waist began to shake.
“Kiss me,” she requested.
Killian complied, and as his lips touched hers, Journee was cumming again, moaning deeply into the kiss before latching onto his bottom lip with her teeth, her walls clamping down on his dick. He gave her a particularly hard thrust that had her releasing his lip with a gasp, followed by two more before he buried his face in her neck.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and Journee knew he was cumming. She could feel the way his dick bobbed slightly inside of her.
A minute later, Killian pulled his face from her neck, kissing her gently as he pulled her off his dick, setting her on her feet. Journee leaned back against the door to support herself as he pulled the condom off.
“We need to get you cleaned up, baby,” Killian stated. “Is the bathroom the door beside this one?”
Journee nodded, pushing herself off the door as Killian leaned down, picked up her panties, and handed them to her. She went over to the bed and grabbed her shirt, slipping it on as he opened the bedroom door while zipping his pants.
“Tell me you at least changed the sheets.” Journee heard what sounded like Axel.
“We didn’t use the bed.” Was the response she caught from Killian before the door closed behind him.
Journee didn’t have to wait long for him to come back and clean herself up. When she was presentable, she took the towel and the condom wrapper; she assumed Killian threw the condom away when he went into the bathroom and took them with her. Dropping the towel into the washer and the wrapper into the small trashcan Kaydence sat beside it for used dryer sheets and lint.
Killian took her hand in his, and they entered the living room, where Journee found everyone in attendance. The first person to spot them was Aryah, and her little sister smirked at her. Her grandmother then turned in their direction and headed over. It was time to introduce him to her family.
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