Chapter 21 #3
He pulled his fingers out, and mine along with them.
I nearly wept at how empty I felt, and my hole closed around nothing but air.
Cian lubed up his cock, then gripped my thighs with his big hands.
He tugged me toward him with a grunt and propped a pillow under my lower back and ass.
I gripped the sheets as he stared at my hole.
He rubbed a calloused thumb over it before he pushed inside.
Then he pulled out. In. Out. Teasing my sensitive rim.
I squirmed beneath him until he pressed the pierced tip of his cock against me.
I tensed. I expected him to slam into me, because Cian was all aggression and power.
Instead, he planted one hand next to my head while the other gripped the base of his shaft.
He pressed inside slowly, so agonizingly slow, until my rim stretched wide around the bulbous head.
My heart felt like it was going to stampede out of my chest. “Cian. Please, just—”
He sat back on his heels again and clamped a hand around my throat. “We’re going at my pace. I want to watch your face while you take every inch of the dick that owns you.”
Air rushed from my lungs. My head spun. I couldn’t speak.
I could only lie here and take what Cian gave me.
His speed, his control. My hole throbbed and clenched around his cock, and his piercing dragged along my inner walls as his thick shaft claimed me.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t press deeper, because Cian held me with one hand on my throat and the other on my hip.
He slid inside me until there was no space left between us and I was a quivering mess of raw nerve endings.
Cian stared at our connection, and his lips pulled back as he shuddered.
Then his gaze traveled up my stomach to my face.
I wasn’t sure what he saw there, but whatever it was, his expression morphed into a feral grin.
He pulled out a fraction before sliding back in with a stronger thrust. Once. Twice. I jolted with each movement.
“I knew it.” He was so smug now. “This is what you were made for. Taking my dick like a good little bitch.” He pulled out nearly to the tip, then slammed back inside with a snap of his hips that sent stars exploding behind my eyes.
I arched my back and hissed. “Yes.”
With a growl, he gripped my hips and thrust in again.
And again. His pace quickened, and he fucked into me deeper.
Harder. I screamed and writhed on the bed as I tasted my salty tears.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and I held on tight as Cian used me like only he could.
He drove me into the mattress with every stroke until the headboard clattered against the wall and the box spring creaked in protest. My ass smacked against his groin as my body molded around his—as he claimed every inch of me.
“You did such a good job saving this hungry hole for me.” His voice was pure power. “And now I need to make sure I feed it.” He emphasized each word with a savage thrust and grind. “Three. Square. Meals. A. Day.”
He changed the angle of his hips, and my brain left the room.
The building. Fucking Earth. I screamed and tossed my head as I clawed at his arms. Cian panted above me, muscles straining, before he pitched forward with one hand beside my head.
He closed his fingers around my cock and stroked in time with his brutal pounding.
He snarled in my face. “I will fuck this reality into you. You’re mine, Devlin. All. Fucking. Mine.”
I detonated. My vision whited out, eyes rolling back in my head as my mouth dropped open on a silent cry.
Cum splattered my stomach, and my body bucked with a mind of its own, releasing what felt like a lifetime of torment.
Cian slammed into me with a snarl, and I could feel his cock swell and pulse, filling me to the brim with his cum.
His stomach slid against mine, smearing my release between us.
His cock gave one last pulse before he collapsed against me and groaned into my neck.
My legs dropped to the bed as my muscles completely gave out.
Cian’s breath warmed my skin as he remained there, buried inside me.
He took my right arm and wrapped it around his shoulder.
Then he did the same with my left. I curled my fingers around his neck and rubbed the short hair at the base of his skull.
My mind was a warm bed of cotton, and I couldn’t sort through any of my thoughts.
I didn’t want to. I wanted to live in this moment forever, cum drunk and full of Cian.
His softened cock finally slipped free, and he rolled over to lie on his back, pulling me on top of him.
Then I laid my head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
I squirmed as I felt a dribble of cum leave me, and his hand slid down my back, over the swell of my ass, to press against my hole.
He pushed two fingers inside, just up to the first joint.
“Do you get it now?” his voice rumbled quietly. “I’m keeping you.”
I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. This was pillow talk, and he’d wake up realizing I wasn’t someone people kept. He was the one who needed to face reality. Not me.
But that little flame of hope inside me roared like a motherfucker now, because Cian had just dumped gasoline all over it.
When I didn’t answer, his fingers flexed against my ass before he let out a ragged breath. “You’ll see.”