3. - – Killian #2
As if my hands have a mind of their own, they switch direction to trail over the curve of her leg to the top of her pubic bone. I tease her curls before I lower my hand, my fingers aching as I pull on her hair. She gasps before she cries out.
Her black curls glistening with her arousal makes me a thirsty man ready to taste her.
“Mac, you have been my perfect little psycho tonight, letting me mark you again, and laying here like such a good girl.” I can’t help the ironic chuckle that leaves my mouth; she really didn’t have a choice but to lay here and let me touch her.
“I’m going to give you a choice: you can have my mouth or my cock. Which one would you like?”
Her head rolls to the side, her tongue darts out of her mouth to tease along her lower lip before she smirks at me. “I want your cock, I want you to fuck me!” She screams the last part, frustration making the words tremble as they fall from her mouth.
My hands make fast work as they pull my button, ripping the front of my jeans open. “As you fucking wish.” I yank them down slightly, and my cock springs free, making me hiss in painful, aching need.
“Untie me, Killian,” she begs me.
“No.”
My hands move to her hips, and I tug her hard toward the end of the bed. My fingers dig into her flesh, and I wish that I didn’t have to leave her after I fuck her. She should be tied to my bed in my room so I can use her whenever I want to.
Edging forward, I move one of my hands to curl my fingers around my hard length.
Gripping it, I use the tip to tease over her clit, hissing when her coarse hairs send tingles along my cock to land abruptly in my balls and making them draw tight to my body.
“Fuck, why do you have to be so fucking perfect?”
Mac whimpers as my hips buck up hard, her cunt begging me to fill her.
My hand tightens on my cock as I strike her clit hard, making sure to give the little tip some extra pressure.
She shakes on the bed, her body coiling tight with her need for release.
I’ve always known how to play her perfectly; she is so sensitive to me, craving the darkness only I can offer her.
“Killian, oh fuck,” she screams, just as her release starts to crest.
I stop.
Freeze in place.
Holding her pleasure captive in my hands.
Mac shrieks, then lifts her head to scowl at me. “Why did you stop?” she snaps, so outraged that I can’t help the chuckle that bursts out of my mouth.
“You come when I tell you to and not a moment before,” I simply say. “I own you, Mac, which means I fucking own your pleasure to,”
She opens her mouth to protest, to say something, and I watch with glee as the knowledge of what I can do for her, and what would happen if she doesn’t listen, crosses her face.
Moving closer to her again, I rub the tip of my cock over her clit, from the bottom to the top before I lower it, tease over her entrance, then push the tip into her tight, wet hole.
“Do you want to know why you are so perfect to me?” I ask as I slowly push in a little further.
Mac’s cunt tightens around me, sucking me like it never wants to let me go.
“The second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were devastating, that your darkness needed a home.” I push in further, my head rolls back, and I hiss as pleasure skates along my body.
“I am your home, Mac, and I want that darkness, I crave it.”
The last word comes out on a groan as I push further in again, her warmth wrapping around me, making it so fucking hard to hold back that every muscle in my body is strained, standing out as I fight with every ounce of restraint I have.
Unable to hold back anymore, I thrust forward fast, burying myself deep in her body. Mac arches up from the bed, then screams out. The aim to go slow left me the second her body accepted my cock and gave me a warm home to bask in.
Holding her tighter, I fuck into her body, fucking her with my cock so hard that the sound of our bodies slapping together, and the groans of the bed with each thrust, fills the room. I could go slow. Draw out the pleasure, make tonight so magical.
But I’m not that fucking guy. I take what I want, and right now I want to come. I want to mark her from the inside out and make her scream my name like I am her fucking god.
Mac’s body tightens, her legs trembling in my hold. Her pussy grips onto my cock as if it’s afraid to let go. The total euphoric pleasure shoots straight through my body, making my head roll back as a loud hiss escapes from my lips.
Letting the pleasure take over, I start to piston into her body, setting a devastating pace that is sure to have us both screaming out our need.
“My little psycho, fuck, are you ready to come? Tell me you are ready.” My voice sounds different to my own ears, laced with a desperate need that I have only ever felt with this woman.
Mac screams out, then a few hard and fast thrusts later, she explodes over my cock, her pussy clamping down around me, making it so fucking hard to hold on.
Groaning, I pull my cock from her pussy fast, my hand snatches up to curl my fingers around it.
I squeeze tight, pumping my cock as my orgasm hits me.
My cum shoots out of the tip to land on her stomach in little white patches.
My entire body jerks as my cock spits every last drop of my cum onto her skin.
Grinning, I look down at her, spent and covered in my cum. “Don’t wash it off,” I command as I turn and march out of the room.
Mac is going nowhere; she is mine.
I like the idea of my cum soaking into her skin all night, making sure she knows she will forever be mine.