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“What was that?” he asked. “Say it louder.”

I clenched my hands and looked at him. “I’ll suffocate you. I’m—what are you doing?” I squeaked when he tugged me closer to his face.

“I don’t care. I want your pretty pussy in my mouth. So sit the fuck down,” he ordered, my knees on either side of his face.

“Cillian, I can’t!”

“Doll,” he said slowly, his hands squeezing my thighs, “Sit on my fucking face and suffocate me with your cunt.”

I bit my lip, still worried.

Cillian kissed my inner thigh, his hands caressing my skin. “You asked me to show you how much I like you, Emma. I want to show you just how much when you grind your clit on my tongue, okay?”

My mouth parted, and I lowered myself slowly on his face. But Cillian was impatient. He let out a low growl and pulled me on top of him, my eyes widening when he kissed my pussy, his strong hands firm on my hips so I wouldn’t pull away.

“Cillian—fuck!” I moaned, writhing on his expert tongue, and grabbed the headboard to hold on to something. I looked down at his face between my thighs and held his dark, thick hair when obsidian eyes stared at me. I tried to pull back, but his grip was firm.

“Delicious,” he groaned, its reverberations going straight to my clit when he licked his wet lips. “Be a good girl and stay on my mouth. Or I’ll tie you up.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” I gasped when he sucked my slicked lips, his mouth, tongue and teeth sending rolls of pleasure out of me while I held onto his thick hair and headboard.

I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut and grinded on his tongue like he had ordered me to. I could feel him increase his pace when I reached closer and closer to release. His hand squeezed my breasts, pinching a nipple. I came, exploding in his mouth as white light blinded me.

“Such a good girl,” I heard him growl from somewhere, holding me upright while I melted in his arms, my lids heavy. “You taste so fucking good, Doll.”

I mumbled something incoherent and when I opened my eyes, I was lying on my back. The sheets smelled like Cillian, his spicy male cologne overpowering my senses and making me dizzy.

“I want to make you cum again on my mouth, Doll,” he whispered, and I found him between my thighs, his broad shoulders keeping my legs spread as I let out a whimper when his fingers touched my sensitive clit.

“Cillian, I’m sensitive,” I said in a meek voice, his lips peppering soft kisses all over my legs and thighs where my tiny scars were healing.

“I’m showing you how much I like you,” he said, his lips and chin wet with my orgasm, and licked his lips. “I want to eat you out again.”

“I’m sleepy!” I protested, even though my hips bucked against him.

Bad body! Betraying me for a handsome face.

He smirked, his scarred lips making him look sexier with his tousled dark hair. “You can sleep after I make you cum.”

Before I could argue, his mouth inched closer, his tongue slowly lapping over my wetness. I couldn’t hold back my moans when he inserted two fingers inside me.

He kept his promise, eating me out until I came again and again until I passed out with a silly smile on my face, in Cillian’s bed with his body wrapped around me.

47

TOUCH SOME GRASS

EMMA

“Shouldn’t you be in bed and resting?” Mia asked, crossing her arms and trying to intimidate me.

“No. I got bored.” I closed my locker and looked over her shoulder. “Who’s that?”

The man was tall, dark-skinned, with broad shoulders. And he was glaring at Cillian, who was standing across him with his arms crossed.

Mia sighed and rolled her eyes. “That’s Jacob, my bodyguard. James hired him because of… you know. How’s your hand?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I replied, “It’s okay. It will heal soon.”

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