know if I could do this. It was such a huge decision.
Then I heard the snap of Killian’s belt being pulled from his jeans, the hiss of his zipper as he manipulated it.
I began to shed my clothes as if they were laced with poison, throwing them to the floor so fast that the cool sheets under my back sent shivers over my hot skin as it made contact.
We were both naked, breathing heavy and eating up each other’s skins with our pupils.
“How wet are you going to be when I stick my tongue deep inside that quivering pussy?”
His dirty words made my body feel like it was being based, shocked into to a whole other state of being. My internal temperature was off the charts, so close to thermonuclear that I thought I would implode if he didn’t fucking touch me soon.
“Are you going to fucking touch me, or just stand there palming your dick all day?”
Who the fuck was I? My chest swelled with hedonistic pride at his dark smirk, his hand never stopping the slow stroke he had going on the impressive rod between his legs.
He was big. Thick and long with just the right dimensions on him, his penis was a gorgeous piece of anatomy. His head was leaking fluid, the tip of him swollen a ruddy maroon. Dark, coarse hair covered him, something Taylor used to shave off. I found it made Killian even more of a man, and I knew that the scent from his waist down would be raw musk and strength.
“Spread those pretty legs for me.” He groaned like it pained him when I opened my thighs, the scent of my arousal filling the air around us. “This is how you were in the alley in Leicester Square, wasn’t it? So hot, swollen and pink for me? You’d barely known me an hour, but you knew I was a star. That got you off, right?”
Feelings akin to anger and eroticism mixed in my blood stream, making my clit pulse and twitch under his scrutiny. “Fuck me or I’m gone.”
Finally he dropped a knee on the bed, moving like a tsunami that was just about to crest, beautiful but menacing right before it hit.
“Ahhh!” I hissed and screamed as he shoved two fingers inside of me, hot slickness sliding down his fingers.
“Tighter than I thought you’d be. Tell me, Leah, just how many players have you let into this pretty pussy? Do my fingers feel better than his? That pathetic little boy you dated?”
He flexed his digits, hitting so many places inside of me. Places I never knew existed. I mewled as I turned my head to the side, gripping the bed sheets and refusing to look at him. He pulled those thick, dexterous fingers out slowly, his knuckles hitting my walls and spreading me wide for him, stretching me in a painful way that was anything but bad.
“Playing the shy lamb again, are we? We all know you’re a bloody slag, look at my fingers while they fuck you.”
I snapped my head up, looking him squarely in the eyes. The depths of them were practically licking with blue flames, the hottest part of the fire. His dark, stubbled jaw ticked and I could practically hear him grinding his teeth together. I moved my eyes down, his frame towering over me as he kneeled on the bed, his muscles so taught it was as if he was a grenade waiting for the pin to be pulled.
That large, engorged cock stood straight as a flag pole between his thick, corded thighs. I could make out the veins on his shaft, twitching as the blood pulsed through it.
And then finally my eyes traveled down to where our two bodies were connected, his large hand enveloping the space between my legs. I felt his palm, callused and rough, against my clit. I wiggled at the sight of it, wanting so bad to feel the friction there.
“Needy tart.” Killian chuckled, pressing his hand against me in a toe-curling, oh-so-good way. A jolt of warm tingles shot up my spine to the base of my neck, leaving my body in a perpetual state of stimulation.
He kept up the pace, hooking his fingers inside of my tight heat, brushing the spot inside of me that made my hips buck off the bed as he
Then I heard the snap of Killian’s belt being pulled from his jeans, the hiss of his zipper as he manipulated it.
I began to shed my clothes as if they were laced with poison, throwing them to the floor so fast that the cool sheets under my back sent shivers over my hot skin as it made contact.
We were both naked, breathing heavy and eating up each other’s skins with our pupils.
“How wet are you going to be when I stick my tongue deep inside that quivering pussy?”
His dirty words made my body feel like it was being based, shocked into to a whole other state of being. My internal temperature was off the charts, so close to thermonuclear that I thought I would implode if he didn’t fucking touch me soon.
“Are you going to fucking touch me, or just stand there palming your dick all day?”
Who the fuck was I? My chest swelled with hedonistic pride at his dark smirk, his hand never stopping the slow stroke he had going on the impressive rod between his legs.
He was big. Thick and long with just the right dimensions on him, his penis was a gorgeous piece of anatomy. His head was leaking fluid, the tip of him swollen a ruddy maroon. Dark, coarse hair covered him, something Taylor used to shave off. I found it made Killian even more of a man, and I knew that the scent from his waist down would be raw musk and strength.
“Spread those pretty legs for me.” He groaned like it pained him when I opened my thighs, the scent of my arousal filling the air around us. “This is how you were in the alley in Leicester Square, wasn’t it? So hot, swollen and pink for me? You’d barely known me an hour, but you knew I was a star. That got you off, right?”
Feelings akin to anger and eroticism mixed in my blood stream, making my clit pulse and twitch under his scrutiny. “Fuck me or I’m gone.”
Finally he dropped a knee on the bed, moving like a tsunami that was just about to crest, beautiful but menacing right before it hit.
“Ahhh!” I hissed and screamed as he shoved two fingers inside of me, hot slickness sliding down his fingers.
“Tighter than I thought you’d be. Tell me, Leah, just how many players have you let into this pretty pussy? Do my fingers feel better than his? That pathetic little boy you dated?”
He flexed his digits, hitting so many places inside of me. Places I never knew existed. I mewled as I turned my head to the side, gripping the bed sheets and refusing to look at him. He pulled those thick, dexterous fingers out slowly, his knuckles hitting my walls and spreading me wide for him, stretching me in a painful way that was anything but bad.
“Playing the shy lamb again, are we? We all know you’re a bloody slag, look at my fingers while they fuck you.”
I snapped my head up, looking him squarely in the eyes. The depths of them were practically licking with blue flames, the hottest part of the fire. His dark, stubbled jaw ticked and I could practically hear him grinding his teeth together. I moved my eyes down, his frame towering over me as he kneeled on the bed, his muscles so taught it was as if he was a grenade waiting for the pin to be pulled.
That large, engorged cock stood straight as a flag pole between his thick, corded thighs. I could make out the veins on his shaft, twitching as the blood pulsed through it.
And then finally my eyes traveled down to where our two bodies were connected, his large hand enveloping the space between my legs. I felt his palm, callused and rough, against my clit. I wiggled at the sight of it, wanting so bad to feel the friction there.
“Needy tart.” Killian chuckled, pressing his hand against me in a toe-curling, oh-so-good way. A jolt of warm tingles shot up my spine to the base of my neck, leaving my body in a perpetual state of stimulation.
He kept up the pace, hooking his fingers inside of my tight heat, brushing the spot inside of me that made my hips buck off the bed as he
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