And his cock is still straining against his boxer briefs.
“Why are you so pissy with me? I wasn’t the one who got drunk last night and wanted to cuddle.” I don’t know why I’m pushing him again. It could be because I’m angry at him for acting like last night wasn’t the only time either of us has felt comforted and safe in a long time. Maybe I like when he’s angry because I know I’m the only one who can get under his skin the way I do. Maybe I want him to fuck me until I forget how perfect last night was.
“Shut the fuck up and take your clothes off,” Killian snaps as he sheds his boxers and steps into the shower. The warm water cascades down the long panes of his chest and stomach and my mouth waters. I want to lick his skin. He braces himself with his palms on the wall and I can’t help but watch him. He’s magnificent. He was always attractive, always well built, but now I’m finding it difficult to tear my eyes away from his golden skin.
I toss his shirt and my panties to the floor when he turns and glares at me for taking so long to obey his order. He moves to let me under the water when I step into the shower, and I press my hands on the wall and arch my back toward him. It’s better this way, when he takes me from behind. I don’t have to see the flickers of who he used to be to me on his face while he’s inside me. He has other ideas, though, because he spins me around and shoves me down on my knees in front of him before I can protest.
“I’ll fuck your throat until you learn to stop asking so many questions.” He stays true to his word because I don’t even have a chance to breathe in, and he already has my mouth filled with his hard cock. He holds my throat, his thumb stroking up and down, probably feeling where his length is causing me to struggle to swallow. His eyes don’t leave mine and I’m struggling to breathe, gripping his thighs in a desperate plea for him to let up just a little.
He pulls out long enough to let me get a deep breath and then he’s back inside my mouth, fucking my face so brutally I know my throat is going to be wrecked tomorrow. His hand grips my hair roughly, allowing him to angle my face wherever he wants. Spit dribbles around my mouth and down my chin, and I think he’s almost there, almost ready for me to swallow his cum.
But he stops, pulling out and swiftly yanking me to stand up. He keeps one hand on me because my legs are wobbly. His fingers find my soaked pussy and I want to slap the smirk off of his face when he realizes that, despite his brutality, I’m still wet for him.
I move to turn around and face the wall again. If this is going to happen, it’s at least going to happen on my terms. But instead, he catches me with one large hand and drops to his knees. His full lips zero in on my clit and he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. When he adds two fingers inside my pussy, I give in, leaning back against the wall and gripping his wet hair in one hand as he licks, sucks and nibbles.
“Come for me,” he demands before flattening his tongue and flicking the hardened nub he knows brings me pleasure. He hooks his fingers and fucks me harder with them as he sucks on my clit. It’s enough to send me over the edge, and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’d melt right into the tile floor as my orgasm rips through me. He keeps his mouth on me and only pulls his fingers out when the ripples of pleasure subside.
Before I realize what’s happening, he’s standing up and hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his hips. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust and it burns in the most delicious way when his cock fills me up. I tilt my chin up with a moan when he dips his head to suck on my nipple as he pumps inside me.
“It shouldn’t feel this good,” I whisper, forgetting that I shouldn’t be telling him what I’m thinking or feeling. I gasp, realizing my mistake, hoping that he won’t stop if he knows I’m enjoying it. But it only seems to spur him on, bucking his hips up into mine harder with each thrust. I feel that familiar bubbling of an orgasm beginning and I’m not sure I’ll survive another one.
“I’m going to come inside that pretty pussy.” I should tell him no, tell him to stop. Even though he won’t, I should at least try, but the thought of him coming apart inside me only makes my pussy clench harder around him.
“Come inside me Killian, please,” I beg him, and it must be what he needs because he slams inside harder, one hand on my throat and the other biting into my thigh. The pressure of his fingertips against my neck spirals me into an orgasm. He slams into me three more times, each thrust harder than the one before. His body shakes and he presses his wet face against my neck, mouth open as he groans my name in pleasure.
This time he’s not punishing me. He’s taking the pleasure only I can give him
Killian hasn’t spoken to me much today, which isn’t unusual, but he’s kept me close to him. I haven’t brought up last night or how intense things got in the shower because I don’t want to set
