Page 6 of My Little Girl

Rising to his feet, Killian lifts me by his grip still on my hips. My ass hits cold wood and I shiver, my dress still pooled above my legs does nothing to combat the chilliness of the table’s surface.

I watch in a daze as Killian sinks back to his knees, pushing my legs apart. I grip the edge of the table, anticipation filling me. Once nestled between my thighs, he takes my pussy back into hismouth and I moan loudly. His tongue darts out, slipping inside my aching center before dragging up and circling my clit.

“Oh god.” I pant, overwhelmed by the sensations wracking my body.

This man knows what he’s doing with his tongue.

A sharp smack against my thigh yanks my attention back. Killian has stilled, his hot breath fanning against my aching pussy but he doesn’t move. I whimper and roll my hips, trying to seek out the pleasure he was just delivering.

His eyes flick up to mine and even the danger in them doesn’t prepare me for him shifting and capturing my swollen clit between his teeth. I scream as he bites down on the sensitive bud, pain shooting throughout every nerve.

He releases me, sitting back on his heels. “I said I wanted to hearmyname on your lips.” He snarls, stilling my overworking heart. “That is your one warning. I won’t be so nice next time. Understood?”

My blood has turned to ice within my veins.

If that was nice, I really don’t want to find out what isn’t.

Holding his gaze, I nod. “Yes.” His eyes narrow and I quickly add, “Yes, Killian.” He inclines his head in approval and recaptures my pussy.

The remnants of pain mingle with the pleasure, heightening the sensations by his mouth. Working his tongue across my lips, back toward my clit and again, I can feel an orgasm building. “Fuck, Killian. Yes.” I moan, lifting my hips to press further into him.

He growls and snakes a hand between my thighs. His tongue focuses only on my clit as he pushes two fingers inside of my pussy. Curling the fingers, they brush against my walls as he begins pumping them in and out.

My head falls back as pleasure floods through my body. “Killian.” I groan, causing him to pick up speed. My body writhes under his attention, building closer and closer to release.

He removes his free hand from my hip and sharply smacks my thigh, the pain shooting a blinding flash of heat. “Fuck, yes. More.” I beg, squirming under his hold. Killian grunts, smacking me again several times as the pressure in my body grows.

Just as I’m about to fall over the ledge, he stops his blows and slips his hand between my legs. Dragging his fingertip through the arousal coating my inner thighs, he shoves it inside my ass and I scream.

I scream and scream.

I may have said his name.

I may have cursed humanity.

I don’t know. I’m too far lost.

The sudden intrusion mixed with all the other sensations ripped the orgasm from me in a way I’ve never experienced before. I float above my body as the pleasure and pain crash together and send wave after wave throughout my body. My climax comes down and I lay on the table, panting for breath.

I think I just died and was resurrected by that orgasm.

Killian doesn’t give me time to recuperate as he rises to his feet, licking his glistening lips. My breathing grows labored again as I watch him unbutton his jeans. He doesn’t say anything as he slowly slides the zipper and pushes down his pants. I bite my lip at the outline of his cock in the black boxer briefs encasing his thighs.

Killian mutters something under his breath, running his eyes over my partially exposed body. I curl my fingers to resist the urge to lunge at him, my body humming with need even though I just had an earth-shattering orgasm moments ago.

His eyes flick to my exposed pussy, making his cock twitch beneath the thin fabric. Breathing through his nose, he closes hiseyes, jaw clenched. For an agonizing moment, I’m scared he’s going to kill me right here and now.

At least fuck me first.

Hardly even recognizing myself anymore, I push up from the table until I’m sitting on the edge. Killian’s eyes are still closed so he doesn’t catch the movement. Holding my breath, I lean forward, hand outstretched.

Just one look, if he’s going to kill me, it’s the least he could do first.

My fingers brush against his hard dick and he jumps, snapping out his hand to grip my wrist. I stare at his hand, watching the way the veins and muscles move as he flexes his fingers. My own itch to feel more of him, desire having completely overtaken any logical thought. Moving my eyes up to meet his, I’m met with a thunderous expression and fiery eyes. I glance down at his cock and back up to his face slowly licking my lips.

Killian growls, his fingers tightening painfully on my wrist. I bite back the whimper from the pain. Leaning closer until he’s inches from my face, he asks, “You want my cock, baby girl?”

That name again.

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