His hand lazily skated down my torso until he gripped my hip. Kellan pulled me back so I was bent slightly, my hands on theshelves and his grip on me, the only things keeping me from faceplanting into the varnished wood.
His fingers left my clit, but before I could protest, the head of his cock nudged at my entrance, making me suck in a sharp breath. I was already more than soaked for him, but without his digits pumping into me, I knew his girth would be a shock to my system.
He must’ve come to the same conclusion since he slid in slowly. My body lit up as he filled me so completely, my breaths coming in ragged pants despite barely even starting yet.
“You’re doing so well, baby. You’re so fucking tight, so wet for me, my perfect angel.”
“Kellan,” I said. “Please.”
“So fucking perfect.” He gripped my hips with both hands as he thrust slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. My jeans trapped my legs, not letting me move my legs out any farther than he allowed, making his cock fill every inch of me.
His fingers slipped to my clit, only adding to the ecstasy crashing like waves through my body. It was almost too much as his piercing stroked my G-spot, making stars burst behind my eyelids.
After a few more teasing strokes, he began to thrust in earnest, pounding into my core and setting my body ablaze. Lust-hazed words poured from my lips too fast for my brain to even piece them together into an intelligible order.
His fingers pushed me closer to the edge, swirling in time with his thrusts as electricity rippled through me. Dust motes floated through the air, illuminated by the sunlight streaming in through the open windows, the world seeming to still around us. There was only Kellan and me in this moment and the desperate desire flooding my veins.
“Come for me, Giana,” Kellan said. “I need to feel you gripping my cock.”
He pounded into me, every thrust pushing me closer and closer to that edge. My toes curled in my shoes as my body erupted. My nerves lit up like a live wire, ecstasy zinging through me like an electric shock as my pussy fluttered around him, urging him to his own climax. His movements became jerky, and with one last thrust, his release filled me, sending my body into another orgasm.
My limbs shook at the effort of holding myself up, the warmth flooding me seeming to steal the last dregs of my energy. As if he’d sensed it, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the small office in the back. This place hadn’t escaped the chaos of Angelo’s men. There were books, office supplies, and papers strewn about the room as though a tornado had unleashed its fury upon it.
The brown leather couch was untouched, though, and Kellan gathered a plush throw before wrapping me up in it. I kicked off my pants the rest of the way as he disappeared into a bathroom and returned with a warm towel to clean both of us up. I unwrapped myself from the blanket, waiting for him to rub the washcloth over me, but he put it down, gripped my hips, and knelt between my legs as I lay back on the couch.
“I love this.” He glided his hand through the wet mess of his release and my arousal. “Seeing the evidence that I was inside you, that you’re really mine.”
I whimpered as he sank his fingers into me, pushing the cum back into my sensitive channel. “I think I’m going to draw you like this next, with my release spilling out of you.”
My head rolled back, but I kept my eyes on him, the possessive glint in his eyes sending a shiver of desire straight to my core. I bucked into his touch, my body desperate for the pleasure I knew he could unleash upon me. He pumped his seed into me with every curl of his fingers, his sable eyes blazing as they devoured me whole.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Giana. You were fucking made for me, for all of us.”
My breaths came in ragged pants, my heart racing as he pushed me closer and closer to another climax. Dryness parched my tongue, making speech impossible as I soaked in everything he was giving me.
“I would stay like this forever if I could, fucking you and seeing how long I can keep my cum inside you until we both couldn’t take anymore and I’d have to fuck you all over again.”
I never thought I’d like this, but he could do whatever he wanted to me just as long as it made me feel like this.
His thumb swirled on my clit in time with the crook of his fingers, sending me hurtling over the precipice. I spasmed around him, my body begging for more as he worked me through my climax and withdrew.
His gaze darkened as he drank in the sight of me panting, sweat dampening my brow as my chest rose and fell, my lungs desperately trying to pull in enough air. With a deep sigh, he grabbed the towel and wiped away the evidence dripping down my thighs.
These men were going to be the death of me, but if I went out like this, I wouldn’t mind one bit.
The squeak of a door hinge had us both stiffening.
“Was that—” But before I could get the rest of the question out, the thud of footsteps and the creak of the worn hardwood followed, sending my pulse skittering.
Someone else was here.
Thankfully, Kellan had gathered our clothes before he cleaned me up. Before he could stop me, I lunged for his shirt and let the baggy material pool around my thighs before I plucked up my dagger, tearing it from its sheath.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, but I was already out the door. My bare feet were silent on the hardwood as I crept downthe hallway, keeping an eye out for any intruders. From the sound of the footsteps, it was only one person.
I lifted my knife as I peered around the corner, ducking back behind the wall before he could see me.
I’d glimpsed a blond head of hair, the strands cut short. His frame was about my height, but lanky, not like the usual guys Angelo liked to hire. He was clad in jeans and an open red plaid shirt with a white T-shirt beneath it.
