“I thought about spanking the shit out of that creamy ass of yours for making my dick so hard for you, and then my mind raced, wondering how those tits would feel against my cock while I fucked them.” She cried out, and I latched onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment I did the other.
“I want that.” She was so close; God, was she about to burst. I couldn’t wait any longer. She was already pulling me closer to her wet heat, all but begging me.
“You want my cock inside you, Livia?” I pulled back to see her wanting face. She was so beautiful with need. She nodded but said nothing.
“Your words Livia, you’ve given them so freely already, don’t stop now. Tell me you want my cock inside you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Livia
Killian unleashed his voice on me full force, and I wasn’t expecting the effect it would have on me, or my body. I was on the brink of release just from listening to him speak, which was so beyond my wildest fantasies. I could feel him right there, my hand guiding him to where I wanted him the most; all he needed was one push and he’d be there.
“I need you inside me, Killian. I fucking want your cock.” I barely got the word cock out of my mouth before he was thrusting his length into me. I cried out from the invasion of his larger size, and was moments away from coming. My hands gripped his arms that were braced on the island, and he pulled out and pushed back in hard. He was so big, absolutely nothing like I’d had before.
“Oh!” I was so close.
“Come on my dick, Livia. Show me what heaven is. Show me that this cunt is mine now.”
That voice was my undoing. I shattered so hard I didn’t think I would ever come back from the waves of pleasure moving throughout my whole body. He hammered into me with a relentless pace.
“That’s right, Livia. Fuck! You are milking my dick for all it’s worth. Fucking scream my name from those sweet lips.” His cock moved in and out of me, and I could only beg for more by voicing his name. He pulled out and somehow maneuvered me around so my face was smashed against the counter and he was filling me from behind, his hands gripping my hip bones, pulling me against him with every thrust.
“I’ve imagined bending you over every surface of this cabin since we got here. I’m starting here and not stopping till we’ve covered every spot. You want that, my sunshine?” I heard him call me sunshine and wanted to cry. I was something to him.
“I want that.” I was saying that to both— I wanted him to screw me seven ways to Sunday everywhere he could, and I wanted to be his sunshine, whether he realized he said it or not.
“You’re going to get it.” He slowed down to a torturously slow rhythm, and I wanted to scream from the tease. My hips moved on their own, trying to antagonize him into going faster. A loud smack echoed the room along with a stinging pain across my right ass cheek. I thought he was going to keep his slow thrusts, but I was wrong.
His hand reached up and gripped my hair, pulling me back so my back was to his front.
“My sunshine likes her name; she likes me fucking her until she’s crying out my name. She likes my cock pounding into her. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow. When we’re riding in the rig, you’re going to squirm, feeling just how much you took between your legs. It’s going to make me so hard I’ll have to pull off the road to fuck you on the bunk.” My release came at me without warning, my fingers digging into the wood of the island while my second orgasm assaulted me.
“No going back, sunshine.” He cursed and I felt him expand inside of me, about to chase his own release behind me.
“Never,” I moaned. His fingers turned my head, and his lips meshed with mine. I savored every breath and groan he gave me while he pumped his release into me.
His lips didn’t stop kissing me after the final pulse of orgasm ended.
“You’re too good for me, but I’m keeping you,” he whispered against my lips and wrapped in his arms. He had no idea how much I wanted to be his. This moment between us did change things. Not just sexually, because I couldn’t deny I had strong feelings for him.
“Now what?” I asked, not knowing what to do now that we were done. Should we shower? Clean up and go about what we were doing? Lane would just roll over and go to sleep. But Lane and Killian were completely incomparable, on every level. I still didn’t know much about Killian, so I had no idea what he did after having sex. His lips broke out into a smile, one I felt the need to gaze upon with my own two eyes. It was utterly dazzling.
“Now we move to the bed.” He eased out of me and carried me to the bed for more of his words and his cock.
**
We lay in bed, completely languid after another load of fucking. Killian was on his back and I was draped across his chest, tracing the black lines of the tattoo on his arm. It looked to be nothing of importance to me. Just lines and tribal work. But it was beautiful, and I couldn’t stop touching it.
Now that things had changed, I couldn’t stop thinking how much had truly changed. Would he be opening up to me now?
“What’s going on in your head?” He saw the pensive look on my face.
“Just wondering where we go from here? If we can be open to each other?” It was the honest truth. He wasn’t the only one that was tight-lipped on some topics.
“What do you want to know?” Taking my eyes off his tattoo, I moved my head upwards slightly to see his eyes.
“I just wanna know you. So, anything I can get?” He looked over my face, maybe trying to make the decision or not. I wish I knew.
