Page 37 of Save Me the Trouble
She trembled and moaned. “Because you’re a…”
“A what, Grace?” I blew on her clit again.
“A pleasure dom.”
“That’s right.” I groaned low. “Now let me get off on making this sweet little cunt come again.”
I didn’t wait for her reply. I couldn’t. I was too fucking hungry for another taste of her. This time, it was my fingers that had the pleasure of pulling a second orgasm from her G-spot, and as she bowed off the bed, I set my mouth to her clit and stacked a third release directly on top of it.
I could’ve spent hours there on her bed making her come until her limbs and lungs were jelly, but after the fifth orgasm made her squirt all over my palm, I couldn’t wait any more.
My cock strained and wept inside my pants, begging to be free.
Taking one last lick of her honey, I reached for my waist, practically tearing the zipper open to free my length.
I couldn’t stop the deep groan that tore from my chest when I watched her eyes widen as I pulled my cock out. Or the way my tip dripped cum as I stroked myself hard for her to watch.
Her thighs tipped open, and now it was my turn to suffocate.
“God, I want to fucking fill you up,” I rasped, sliding my free hand along her leg. “Stuff you so fucking full?—”
“I’m on the pill,” she whimpered, and my heart stopped.
To fuck her bare.
Something wild broke open inside me—something I hadn’t known existed until this moment.That thought.And the next thing I knew, I was over her, my hands wrenching her legs wide and the fat tip of my cock wedging into her tight pussy.
Fuck.I couldn’t stop staring as I pushed inside her. She looked so damn small. So pink and puffy and glistening, but too damn small for the amount of cock I was asking her to take.
But I couldn’t stop, and her moans sounded like she didn’t want me to.
A feral growl tore from my chest as I bucked and buried myself inside her. Bare.Fucking bare.
“Please, Killian. Please…”
I grabbed her waist and drove into her so hard the bed started to bounce. And then rock. And then crack. But she was so hot and tight…and all mine. She grabbed my shoulders, her hips lifting to meet mine like she wanted nothing more than for me to split her in two.
And after a few deep, punishing thrusts into her already sensitive and hungry pussy, she did.
“Killian!”Grace screamed as she came undone for one final, beautiful orgasm.
And this time, to feel her shatter around my aching length was more than I could take.
My head tipped back, and I picked up the pace, my hips slapping into hers until the pressure at the base of my spineexploded. I buried myself to the hilt inside her pussy and came with a loud roar, filling her until I swore I’d pumped my very fucking soul into her body.
Once the world started to settle and an unsteady equilibrium returned, I tipped over her, both of us panting. “Grace.”
She let out a soft sound.
“I’ve got you,” I promised and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Do you?” she asked even as her eyes fluttered shut.
My teeth locked, and I brushed the hair back from her face and murmured, “Always.”
I was done for. Taken. Claimed.In love.And nothing—not my obligations, not my past, not even my grandmother’s damn dating scheme—was going to stand in my way.
Chapter Twelve
