The longer he plays, the less it burns. It starts to feel really freaking good. Especially when he uses his other hand to play with my pussy at the same time.
“What’s your safeword, angel?”
Scrunching my face, it takes me a second to work out what he’s asking. I can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure radiating through my entire body.
“Red,” I moan.
He drips more lube onto my ass, pumping his fingers a few more times before he pulls them out and steps directly behind me.
I hold my breath, waiting for what’s going to happen next. Kian is big. Much larger than just the two fingers he used inside me.
When his warm palm slides down my spine, my entire body relaxes. “Easy, baby. It’s not going to feel good if you’re tense.”
Then he leans forward, smoothing his hands over my ribs, palming my heavy breasts. The head of his dick presses against my tight hole, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he tugs on my nipples, giving them a sharp pinch that makes me whimper, then moan.
As he plays with my breasts, he nudges my ass with his cock, and I try not to panic as I breathe through the burn as he stretches me open.
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well,” he mutters, pushing himself deeper.
By the time his hips touch my ass, I think I might be split down the middle, but then he swipes my clit with the pad of his thumb. A zing of pleasure rips through me, and soon, I find myself grinding against him.
The fullness is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s not just the stretch, not just the heat and pressure—it’s a kind of raw, animalistic intimacy that makes all my nerves light up at once.
“Daddy, it’s so much,” I gasp, voice strangled, forehead pressed to the tile.
“You take me so fucking well, angel. You make me so goddamn hard, I could lose my mind.”
He starts to move, slowly at first, and I whimper with every rock of his body. Each thrust drives his cock deeper, and I feel sofull, so owned, so absolutely his. And I am his. My heart couldn’t ever belong to anyone else.
Kian Savage is it for me.
He uses a hand at my hip to pull me against him hard, grinding so deep I swear I see stars. His other hand slides down, between my legs, circling my clit, gentle at first, then firmer. I shudder, bracing myself against the tile, knees trembling. “Good girl,” he growls. “You were made for me. You’re going to come with me, angel.”
He speeds up, and I know he’s close, but my own orgasm catches me by surprise as he flicks my clit while fucking me at the same time.
Both of us moan, and then his cock throbs against the tight ring of my ass.
“You did so fucking good, angel,” he murmurs between harsh breaths.
He doesn’t move for a long moment, just holds onto me tightly, his cock still inside.
When he gently pulls free, I let out a breath, suddenly feeling incredibly empty.
Taking charge the way he does while I sag against the wall, Kian pours some body wash onto a cloth and starts cleaning me.
Instead of telling him I can do it myself, I close my eyes and lean into him, enjoying the delicate attention he’s giving me.
When his touch slides over my scars, I try not to flinch. As if he knows it, he meets my gaze and slowly slides his fingers over my skin.
“I love every inch of you, angel.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
As soon as he finishes washing himself, we stand under the rainwater showerhead, wrapped together in a hug that I think we both need.
“Let’s go to bed,” he finally says as he turns off the water.
Being the gentleman that he is, he dries me first before wrapping a towel around his waist and following me over to the vanity. When he pulls out a blow dryer, my throat tightens. He doesn’t miss anything. It’s like he knows exactly how to take care of me.
