Page 56 of The Final Contract
I swirl my tongue around the metal bar, tugging at it, pulling moans out of him as I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. He hits the back of my throat, and I stay there, gagless, holding his gaze as I swallow around him.
When I pull off with a wet pop, his eyes are black, feral. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, smearing spit.
“You know why I’m the most coveted companion?” I whisper, voice wrecked.
The way his jaw ticks says he already knows.
“Because I come like this—” I press two fingers between my thighs, moaning as I plunge inside myself, my release dripping down my hand. His nostrils flare; his cock jerks in my grip.
“And because…” I lick my lips, stroking him slow with the hand that was just in my pussy, coating him in my release. “There isn’t a dick I can’t take without gagging.”
I look up at him—daring, wicked. “So fuck my mouth, Killian. See if you’re big enough to find my limit.”
He grips the side of my head, cock sliding heavy over my tongue. I open wide, letting him thrust deeper. My throat stretches, burns, until his balls slap against my chin.
He groans, low and guttural. “Fuck—no one’s ever taken me all the way before. No one could.”
The words vibrate through me, my eyes watering as I accommodate his size. His growl rumbles above me—dark and primal—and it makes my pussy clench hard around nothing.
“Deep breath,” he rasps. “Now.”
I inhale through my nose, and he pushes back into my mouth, filling me until I can’t breathe. His cock drills straight down my throat, his piercing dragging along my tongue as he groans.
“Christ, angel. You’re swallowing me whole.”
I gulp around him, throat working, the sound obscene. His hand fists in my hair, holding me steady as he fucks my mouth, using me like I’m made for it.
“Take it,” he snarls. “Take every inch of me.”
He thrusts harder, pushing me to the limit of my held breath until I slide off, spit running down my chin, dripping from his cock as I suck in a deep rush of air. The sight of him glisteningwith my saliva makes my thighs press together, desperate for relief.
He smirks, wiping the mess across my lips with his thumb. “Filthy girl.”
Before I can answer, he tears open a condom and rolls it down his thick length. My body aches—ready—but he’s not done teasing.
He presses me back against the bed, spreading me wide. His thumb circles my swollen clit until I cry out, writhing beneath him.
“You’re already dripping for me,” he mutters, voice low and hungry. “So fucking wet, I could slide in raw.”
“Killian, please?—”
“Not yet.” He toys with me, rubbing slow until I’m panting. Then, finally, he presses the head of his cock against me and pushes forward—slow and relentless.
“Oh my God?—”
I can feel every inch stretching me, filling me. My body is so small compared to his, but I take him. Perfectly.
His eyes never leave my face as he sinks deeper, watching every flicker of pleasure and pain. “Look at you,” he growls. “So tight. Taking me like you were made for my cock.”
“Fuck,” I moan, clutching at his shoulders. “You’re too big?—”
“Too big, and you’re still begging for more. Say it. Say you love it.”
“I do. I love it,” I cry, arching as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt.
“Good girl.”
He pulls back slow, then slams into me—hard enough to rattle the bed. I scream his name, nails clawing down his back.
