Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“Killian…”
I gasp his name, shuddering all over without warning. Not sure exactly what’s happening to me, but already knowing I want it forever.
“That’s it… You like that, huh?” he whispers knowingly, looking more pleased by every second of my rising arousal.
It makes my eyes cross as I try to stop myself from climaxing so soon. I thought that was something guys had to worry about, but it’s a first for me.
I cling to him like my life depends on it, my hips rolling and bucking, not having to work hard at all to feel his probing heat one last time from the outside before he slowly starts to fill me with it.
It’s the most intense few minutes, Killian shifting so he supports me better and his eyes can lock on mine. He helps and praises me with that look he gives so easily as I manage to take all I can of him inch by inch.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored robe opposite the bed. My puffed-out cheeks and twisted features are far from sexy, but Killian's more than impressed with my efforts so far.
“Good girl. See? I knew we’d be a perfect fit.”
I couldn’t agree more, even though a big part of me already knows I won’t be walking straight for a while. And that climax I’ve been trying to hold onto turns out once I start coming on his perfect dick, I can’t stop.
It’s a novelty at first, but I get scared once I can’t stop. Killian holds me closer, slowing my frantic pace instantly. Seems like Killian isn't the only one of us long overdue for something they’ve been needing an awful long time.
“Easy there. We got all night, Allison, and every night after that if you want.”
I melt into him again at the words, feeling every emotion at a new and deeper level, which is ironic. Killian’s not exactly Mr. Chatterbox.
But as the tall, strong, and silent type, Killian sure can say a lot to me without uttering a single word. The more time I spend feeling him in and out of me, the longer I flex and the more I moan until I’m wheezing his name. I have to agree that this destiny business is pretty neat so far.
Details like my mom, our front door, the police, and whoever this Trap guy is—all that can wait until morning, as far as I’m concerned.
Killian’s energy for sex is as boundless as the rest of him, and I think I match him stroke for stroke, for the most part.
But after so many multiple quaking orgasms of my own, I’m wondering if maybe I’m doing something wrong. I’ve seen the deluxe suite from every angle humanly possible and can barely stop trembling before it feels like Killian’s convinced he’s satisfied me.
His breathing gets deeper, and although I thought it impossible, he swells to an even bigger size inside me, grinding out a low sound that triggers me to join him in one final, mind-blowing spasm of release.
His own pulsing climax inside me, feeling so deep, feeling every bit like he’s unlocked a new part of me, literally.
Collapsing into him like a weighted blanket, I know I could stay like this forever with him. Even in a cheap motel room.
Our breathing gradually slows, and he shows no signs of letting me out of his clutches for anything. I can’t remember ever feeling so content or safe. Every other guy out there wants to dump and run, but I know Killian isn’t like that.
What is he like? I guess time will tell.
CHAPTER 7
Killian
Every second I spent inside that place makes sense to me now. Everything had to be just right so we could be together. And not just for tonight.
The thought of leaving town to kill Trap makes me wince until I squeeze Allison closer, breathing her in for real this time. Knowing she’s mine. Knowing I’ve found everything I need.
She’s purring in a half-sleep in no time, my never-ending hardness still pressing into her, letting her know I’m always ready to please her all over again.
But I need to think. I hadn’t counted on everything going so well so quickly. This room, a seedy motel. It’s beneath her. Experience tells me it won't be long before someone comes knocking, though.
Trap… He always has a way of staying one step ahead of me. Bringing heat on me without even trying, it feels like. Not this time. And soon, he won’t be a problem for anyone.
“How did you come to be at my mom’s?” Allison asks sleepily, “And who is this Trap guy? Is it really worth getting into more trouble over?”
I let her shift so she can face me. Her clear eyes are wide and searching mine for a simple answer. I only wish it was simple.
“I got an unsupervised release, and Carol, your mom, put a room for rent.”