Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Before, I could claim that I was confused, or scared. I could say the kiss before was momentary insanity. This might be insane too, but it’s not “momentary.” There’s no confusion here, I just want to kiss him. And I want to do more than that, too…
His touch from before has been driving me insane the whole ride out here, and the roaring of the motorcycle engine didn’t help either. Neither did clinging to his rock-hard body and feeling his muscles ripple under my hands.
I know how wrong this is. I know this might be fucking Stockholm Syndrome or something. But I also don’t care—not really, at least. Because right now, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Killian.
He growls into my lips, gripping me tight—like I’m his. No man—or, boy, I should say, given the guys I’ve been with—has ever touched me like this, or growled into me like. Or been this much of a caveman. And fuck do I love it. He grabs my ass, his mouth dropping to my neck, making me moan as I run my hands over his muscle.
He kisses lower, and lower, until he’s peppering kisses down the slope of my breasts. I moan, panting as he sucks a nipple between his lips, looking up at me. He slides to the other one, and I whimper as he traces it with his tongue before he starts to kiss lower.
And lower.
And lower still.
My breath catches as he drops to his knees, and I gasp.
“Oh God,” I whimper quietly.
“Let me see, princess,” he growls. “Spread those legs and let me see this pretty little pussy.”
He pushes my legs wider, moving closer, his breath teasing over my thighs, and I moan.
“You want me to lick this naughty bad girl pussy?” he growls. “You want me to tease this clit until you fucking come in my mouth?”
I moan eagerly, panting and sinking against the wall. He growls and moves in, his hands spreading my legs. And suddenly, I feel it, and I squeal in pleasure.
His tongue—Jesus Christ, that tongue—drags slowly and wetly through my lips. I moan, my whole body shaking and tensing as he does it over and over—just slow, lazy licks up and down my slit. He moves to my clit, and I cry out as he sucks it between his lips. Killian looks up at me, his eyes wild and hungry, piercing right into mine as he tongues my clit in slow deliberate circles. My hands clench, clawing at the wall before I drop them to his hair, clinging to him as he licks me.
…As he pushes me higher and higher.
His hand skims up my inner thigh, sliding to my pussy, and I whimper as he eases a thick finger into me and starts to stroke easily in and out of my slippery wetness. His mouth covers my mound, his tongue darting in circles around my clit as my entire body begins to tense and shudder.
Killian groans into me, and I moan eagerly as the vibrations send me reeling. His big finger strokes in and out, pressing against that sweet, perfect spot inside and making my legs shake. His tongue pushes my clit around and around, and my head drops back as my eyes roll back, my pulse racing.
And I’m so fucking close—I’m so close to coming for him.
He grunts, sucking my clit harder and sliding a second finger into my eager pussy. I cry out, my hips bucking against his face with a mind of their one, my hands tightening in his hair before I start to fall. His tongue swirls over my clit, and suddenly, I’m coming, hard.
I scream as I explode against his tongue, my whole body tightening and then shattering against him. I moan over and over, bucking giant his face shamelessly as I lose all control and just keep coming, until finally, he pulls away, growling.
I moan as he stands tall, tilts my chin up, and then he just fucking kisses me. I gasp, shocked at first to taste myself on his lips like that, but then slowly wanting more. I lick his lips, tasting myself, and then his tongue swirls with mine. I moan as he his hands slide between my legs, fingers stroking me.
“What are you—oh fuck!”
“Not done with you is what I am,” he growls.
“What are we doing?”
“Whatever we want,” he grunts, kissing me.
“Is that against the rules?”
“You tell me,” he purrs, and I gasp as his fingers stroke between my lips and over my clit. His other hand slides down to cup my ass, gripping it possessively as I moan into his lips. His fingers tighten, and his hand centers, and my eyes suddenly widen as he pushes lower. His finger slips between my cheeks, and when I feel it tease and swirl over the little hole there, my mouth opens wide as I gasp sharply.