Page 58 of From My Past
“Please,” I gasp against his neck. A thin layer of perspiration covered our bodies as we moved together. I could feel my orgasm teasing me. It was so close, just within reach, and I doubled my efforts to get us both to the finish line. I wanted to see him lose control.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” Kieron grunts into my ear, his noises and words bringing me that much closer to what was surely going to be a mind-blowing, life-shattering orgasm.
Kieron shifted his body up roughly, pulling me even closer to the headboard and his hand went up to grab it. With this leverage, he hit inside me so deeply I swear his cock was hitting my cervix. The image above me will, no doubt, stay in my mind forever.
Kieron’s strong arm holding the headboard, his bicep and forearm flexing with every movement. His dark curls falling around his face, framing him like a curtain. His dark eyes never once leaving my face as he looks at me with clear love and determination in his eyes. The tattoos covering his body are so fucking hot, I trace my hands up over his shoulders, grabbing at the ink covered muscles to hold onto him as best I can while he fucks into me perfectly.
“I want you to come with me.” I gasp as his thrusts speed up, making my eyes roll back in my head yet again.
“I want to fill you up with me. I need to feel your pussy fill up with my come and watch as it drips out of you.” My pussy clenched around him, not wanting him to leave my body at all. His filthy words were going to push me over the edge, and I was going to take him with me.
Kieron moaned, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw clenched. “You’re going to kill me, gorgeous. Come for me. Come all over my cock so you can show me what a good girl you are, taking all my come.”
He continued to mutter in my ear, pushing me closer. I love how he let his mind and mouth run. Kieron wraps his hand around my hitched leg, squeezing tightly before bringing his hand to my clit and rubbing small, tight circles with just the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like a bomb detonating throughout my body.
My back arched, my nipples tightened, and the now-familiar sensation took over my body.
“Kieron, Kieron, Kieron!” I chanted, pulling him closer to my body, needing the weight of him on me.
Kieron dropped his arm and latched onto my neck, biting and sucking while he groaned loudly. His body tensed up and he gave me one last powerful thrust before I felt his warmth flood into my body. I moaned, tightening my grip around his shoulders, holding him close as possible while his body gave out.
We both stayed silent as our breathing evened out.
Kieron shifted himself off me, unfortunately, but kept me close, tucking me into his side and wrapping me in his arms.
“Do you believe me now?” He asked, kissing my head.
“I trust you.” Was the last thing I remember before I fell asleep; stated, safe and relaxed.
Chapter Nineteen
Kieron
Imust have fallen asleep with her wrapped perfectly in my arms. A loud knocking woke me up, and I quickly extracted myself so I could figure out who was here.
Standing up, I pulled my pants on while I watched Talia take my pillow and cuddle it close to her chest. A smile formed on my face. Her blonde hair spanning the white pillow and sheets, her bare shoulders peeking out from under the sheet. I loved seeing the tattoos hidden under her clothes, the rebel inside making herself known through her ink.
I leaned over to tuck a lock of soft hair behind her ear when the knocking happened again.
“Fuck,” I whispered and quickly moved through the room to close the bedroom door so Talia would stay sleeping peacefully. Whomever it was at the door was going to be getting a pissed off Irishman.
“What?” I snapped as I ripped her front door open.
“Where are your manners, Kieron? Jesus, I thought you were raised better than that.” Cara said with a smirk as she pushed herself inside Talia’s apartment, past me and dropped the white plastic bag she was holding on the kitchen island.
“Sorry, I didn’t know it was you. You woke me up from a nap.” I said sheepishly, pulling my hair back into a bun to keep the strands out of my face and look somewhat presentable.
“Uh-huh. A ‘nap’.” She said with a chuckle and teasing look as she unpacked the bag. “Is that what you kids are calling it these days? Back in my day we called it an afternoon delight.”
I felt my face heat up, but I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. I didn’t want her to start making those jokes in front of Talia. She’d just started to feel comfortable.
“Har, har, har.” I said sarcastically. “Don’t talk like that when Talia comes out here, Cara. I’m serious.”
“Well of course not, you big dolt.” Cara slapped my bare arm. “I’m not daft. But that hickey you’re sporting on your chest and the scratch marks on your shoulders do tell a tale.” Cara said, pointing to my chest, which indeed did have marks.
I’m totally and completely okay with the marks, I love them actually. They prove that Talia marked me as hers. I looked down, seeing the deep purple circle peeking out around my tattoos on the empty skin. The scratch marks on my shoulders were fresh and red.
Fuck, just seeing them on me turned me on.
