“Can you imagine what your dad would say if he knew I had my dirty hands all over his daughter? My fingers buried in this pretty pussy?”
I clench around his fingers. “Ah!He’d hate it,” I pant. I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t excite me a little, knowing how much my father hates Killian.
A part of me enjoys the thrill, the rebellion.
“You know what he’d hate even more? If it was my tongue in your cunt instead of my fingers.”
He pulls his hand out from between my legs, releasing a groan when his fingers meet his mouth sucking my juices off of them.
“Mmm,” he hums. “Delicious.”
My jaw drops open. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Then I’m on my back with him kneeling between my legs staring down at me with a hunger in his eyes, a hunger that has me trembling with excitement. He takes the waistband of my sweats and drags them down my legs. I’m not wearing panties and on instinct, I try to close my legs but Killian grips my knees, keeping them spread open.
“Don’t you dare try hiding from me, butterfly. I want to see you.”
He shifts me to exactly where he wants me, then lowers himself until his face is level with my pussy and I have to force down the feeling of self-consciousness that creeps up inside me.
Nerves coil low in my belly, being exposed to someone like this is new to me and it’s daunting.
As if sensing my unease, he reaches for my hand. “Got nothing to be nervous about, baby. Just need you to trust me to give you want you need.”
He waits for me to nod before he continues. His insistence on consent both comforts and surprises me. It’s also kind of hot.
He starts by kissing up the inside of each of my thighs, slowly working his way up higher as he alternates between left and right, his movements painfully slow.
“Killian, please,” I beg, squirming impatiently.
He looks up at me, grinning. “I’m gonna eat this pussy ‘til you scream,” is the last thing he says before he dives in, swiping his tongue through my folds and I cry out.
He wedges his shoulders in between my thighs, holding me open for him and all I can do is watch.
I stare down the length of my body still covered by his t-shirt, finding his eyes open and fixed on my face while he devours me and it only makes it more intense. More intimate. His beard tickling the soft heated flesh making me squirm.
Every flick of his tongue has my body jerking, my clit so sensitive it’s almost painful. He circles it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it in between his lips, tugging at it gently between his teeth and I can’t contain the scream that rips through me.
“Oh my god, Killian!” My fingers dive into his hair, holding him so tight I’m pretty sure he can’t breathe but he doesn’t seem to mind, it only seems to spur him on.
He slips a finger inside me, and the combined sensation of it together with the languid strokes of his tongue have me rocketing towards my orgasm.
It only takes a few more swipes of his tongue before I come, my thighs tightening around Killian’s head as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my eyes fluttering closed as I sink further into the sofa.
Breathless. Boneless.
He lifts me, my legs locking around his waist, feeling the hard outline of his erection pressing against me.
“What happens now?” I ask, my clit still throbbing.
“Well, that’s up to you, but we’re only just getting started, butterfly.”
25
I stand over Kaia’s sleeping form, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow, her lips slightly parted on a breath. She looks so beautiful, so peaceful. So innocent. Looking every bit the goddess she is.
After carrying her upstairs, I laid her out on the bed in the master bedroom and made her come twice more. The first time, she stripped off the t-shirt she was wearing, giving me a chance to finally see those beautiful tits. Full and perky, the perfect size to fill my hands. With her spread out and open for me, I sucked on those rosebud nipples like my life depended on it while my fingers worked their magic on her clit. Then Iburied my face in that delicious pussy for a second helping until she screamed my name so loud I’m sure the old lady across the street who’s hard of hearing heard her.
I couldn’t get enough of her, I still can’t.
