“Killian!” she screams as she shatters for me. I lift my eyes, trying to watch her as her back arches from the bed, and she throws her head back with the sweetest whimper I’ve ever heard. Pulling my fingers out of her, I suck them clean, enjoying the taste while she stares at me with obvious irritation.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I shake my head, feigning irritation.
“You’re an impatient little slut. Ask nicely, Killer.”
She lifts herself slightly, her hands balled into fists against the mattress, and glares at me. Maybe I’m an asshole, but I love the way she battles with me. I like submissive women to a point, but the way she gives as good as she gets is a big fucking turn on.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I ask.
Getting onto her knees, she places her hands on her hips.
“Please fuck me before I stab you.”
I chuckle as I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.
“You would stab me, baby? I didn’t know you were into knife play, but I’m not disappointed.”
Lowering my shorts, I shuffle out of them, and she visibly relaxes. It’s almost comical that she thought I was messing with her and wouldn’t fuck her. She had me practically salivating for her since she walked through the door.
Heather lies back down, and I line myself up with her entrance and push just the head of my cock inside her pussy.
“Killian,” she whimpers. I slam into her hard and fast in a single thrust, and she cries out in a mixture of pleasure and relief.
Moving over her, I place a hand on the mattress on either side of her head.
Capturing her lips in a kiss, I slide my tongue against hers as I pull back and thrust deep inside her.
Breaking our kiss, I stare into her eyes as I move inside her. She places her hand over the rose tattoo on my chest as she whispers my name.
When her pussy tightens around my length as she unravels for me again, I groan my appreciation.
“Fuck.”
Arching her back as her body trembles with pleasure for me, I can’t get enough of her.
“On your side.”
Heather moves quickly, and I push her leg until her knee is against her chest.
I grip her thigh with one hand and her ass with my other as I slide back inside her. She turns her head, keeping her eyes on me, watching as I fuck her.
“Fuck, baby. This cunt is perfect—so tight and wet.”
Heather whimpers loudly as she digs her fingers into the sheets. Again she trembles for me, and it’s so beautiful. This woman is always sexy as fuck, but when she comes, she’s breathtaking.
I dig my fingers into her flesh as I rail her at a vicious pace, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Gripping her thighs, I move her onto her back, placing one leg on each of my shoulders. I place my hand over her thighs, holding her in place as I drive into her.
The scent of sex fills the room along with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the occasional moan escaping from her beautiful lips. It’s not lost on me that this is a gift I don’t deserve, but like the bastard I am, I’ll take it any time she’s willing. I’ve tried to make this last, but as she tightens around me again, my orgasm builds inside me like a small fire that gets bigger and bigger until it’s out of control.
A groan slips out of me as I fill her pussy with my cum. My cock spasms inside her, and a small smile pulls at her lips.
“I fucking love that,” she breathes out harshly.
“Perfect fucking slut.”
