Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KILLIAN
“Yes. Please, Killian.”
I lean down to kiss her, and she bites my lip hard, piercing the flesh. I groan as I press my lips to hers and push my tongue inside her mouth. A hint of copper fills my mouth along with the taste of her. My blood on her tongue shouldn’t turn me on.
I shouldn’t be tempted to grab my knife and slice myself open.
And I definitely shouldn’t want to do the same thing to her.
I like the idea of her swallowing and having my life force in her body. And I crave having hers in mine.
Too much too soon, Killian. Pace yourself, asshole.
Heather reaches down and squeezes my cock through my shorts, eliciting a groan to erupt from my throat.
“Please, Killian. Fuck me. Now.”
I drag my tongue over her collarbone down to her tits.
Taking one nipple into my mouth and flicking slowly over her perfect bud causes her to moan, and my brain nearly short-circuits.
The needy sound of her voice has me ready to explode in my shorts.
I take a deep breath, attempting to center myself.
Continuing down her body, I grip her skirt on either side.
“Legs up.”
I pull her skirt over her hips and down her legs before doing the same with her pretty purple lacy panties. Tossing the skirt behind me, she watches me as I hold her panties to my face and inhale.
“Oh, my God,” she says with a blush to her cheeks as I lick the fabric, cleaning up the wet spot I created.
“Mmm. Very tasty, Killer. Let's see if it’s better coming from the source.”
She scrunches up her nose at me and shakes her head.
“You’re filthy, Killian.”
I chuckle as I push her legs back.
“Is that a complaint?”
“No,” she’s quick to respond. “I’m quite fond of your dirty mouth.”
Kneeling between her legs, I allow my gaze to travel down her body slowly, stopping briefly every few minutes to fully appreciate the goddess before me. I blow on her clit, and she whimpers for me, my name falling from her lips in a desperate plea.
“Killian.”
I swipe my tongue over her swollen clit, and she grabs the back of my head, pushing my face down against her pussy. The sweet scent that’s all her invades my senses and nearly tips me over the edge.
I push two fingers inside her as I lavish her clit with fast licks and try to memorize the sounds of her moans as she digs her nails into my shoulders. Heather thrusts her hips up, fucking my fingers back. I know she’s close when her pussy clenches down on my fingers.
“Killian!” she screams as she shatters for me.
I lift my eyes, trying to watch her as her back arches from the bed, and she throws her head back with the sweetest whimper I’ve ever heard.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I suck them clean, enjoying the taste while she stares at me with obvious irritation.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I shake my head, feigning irritation.
“You’re an impatient little slut. Ask nicely, Killer.”
She lifts herself slightly, her hands balled into fists against the mattress, and glares at me. Maybe I’m an asshole, but I love the way she battles with me. I like submissive women to a point, but the way she gives as good as she gets is a big fucking turn on.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I ask.
Getting onto her knees, she places her hands on her hips.
“Please fuck me before I stab you.”
I chuckle as I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.
“You would stab me, baby? I didn’t know you were into knife play, but I’m not disappointed.”
Lowering my shorts, I shuffle out of them, and she visibly relaxes. It’s almost comical that she thought I was messing with her and wouldn’t fuck her. She had me practically salivating for her since she walked through the door.
Heather lies back down, and I line myself up with her entrance and push just the head of my cock inside her pussy.
“Killian,” she whimpers. I slam into her hard and fast in a single thrust, and she cries out in a mixture of pleasure and relief.
Moving over her, I place a hand on the mattress on either side of her head.
Capturing her lips in a kiss, I slide my tongue against hers as I pull back and thrust deep inside her.
Breaking our kiss, I stare into her eyes as I move inside her. She places her hand over the rose tattoo on my chest as she whispers my name.
When her pussy tightens around my length as she unravels for me again, I groan my appreciation.
“Fuck.”
Arching her back as her body trembles with pleasure for me, I can’t get enough of her.
“On your side.”
Heather moves quickly, and I push her leg until her knee is against her chest.
I grip her thigh with one hand and her ass with my other as I slide back inside her. She turns her head, keeping her eyes on me, watching as I fuck her.
“Fuck, baby. This cunt is perfect—so tight and wet.”
Heather whimpers loudly as she digs her fingers into the sheets. Again she trembles for me, and it’s so beautiful. This woman is always sexy as fuck, but when she comes, she’s breathtaking.
I dig my fingers into her flesh as I rail her at a vicious pace, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Gripping her thighs, I move her onto her back, placing one leg on each of my shoulders. I place my hand over her thighs, holding her in place as I drive into her.
The scent of sex fills the room along with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the occasional moan escaping from her beautiful lips.
It’s not lost on me that this is a gift I don’t deserve, but like the bastard I am, I’ll take it any time she’s willing.
I’ve tried to make this last, but as she tightens around me again, my orgasm builds inside me like a small fire that gets bigger and bigger until it’s out of control.
A groan slips out of me as I fill her pussy with my cum. My cock spasms inside her, and a small smile pulls at her lips.
“I fucking love that,” she breathes out harshly.
“Perfect fucking slut.”