I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so I bit my lip and started fucking her in earnest, giving her everything I had in one last round.
For the most part she just took it, clearly worn out and riding the last waves of her energy as I pounded in and out of her body.
She gasped and whimpered, and when I played with her nipples with my free hand, she shuddered and moaned softly.
"Close," she managed to choke out, just a few moments later, and I smiled at her.
"Come on, baby. One more for me. Let it go."
And she did. She closed her eyes and tears spilled down her cheeks as she came undone one last time. I watched, almost awestruck, and I leaned down to kiss her cheeks, wiping away the tears as I chased my own pleasure.
Right when I was at the point of no return, I pulled out of her and sat back enough that I could fist my cock in rough strokes, aiming it right for her stomach.
Marking my territory.
She looked amazing. Hair a mess, face red and tear stained, skin damp and flushed. Her pussy was a sticky mess with her own juices and her stomach was a mess with mine. She looked owned and wrecked, and I felt that sense of pride in a job well done.
And then I started to untie her, moving on to the next part of the process where I took care of her until she had come back to herself enough to get dressed and leave if she wanted, feeling like it was a privilege to be able to do so.
Chapter 7
Ashlyn
Killian was always good in bed. Or wherever it was he'd chosen to drive me insane that evening. But there was something about the way he'd been on Saturday that I couldn't get out of my head.
I was at the coffee shop on Sunday morning, greeting the before church crowd and making drinks as fast as I could, and my mind was stuck on Killian and the way he'd made me beg for him.
I knew he got off on the begging. He was a sadist, after all, and having someone else in his power was the peak for him or whatever.
It wasn't the first time he'd broken me down into a begging mess, and it wouldn't be the last.
It was the things he'd said. He'd made me tell him I belonged to him, that he was the only one who could fuck me the way I needed to be fucked.
And I'd said it all, so far gone into the bliss of multiple orgasms that I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to. I wanted to please him, and I wanted him to keep pleasing me.
But now that I was out of the situation and had some distance from it, I could admit it was strange. He'd never acted like that before, and combined with the conversation we'd had before the sex had started, it was clear he was jealous of Simon.
Which was... interesting.
There could be any number of reasons for it. For the moment, I was his wife, and maybe he didn't like the idea of someone getting in the way of that. Maybe he was worried that if I met someone more compatible, I'd call it off and he wouldn't get his money.
He'd never met Simon before, so it couldn't be about not liking him as a person.
I supposed I could just ask him what the deal was, but judging from how he'd lashed out, I didn't know if he'd appreciate that.
"And why should I care either way?" I muttered under my breath.
"Are you talking to me?"
I jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see Simon standing there, like I'd summoned him to me with my thoughts.
I forced a quick smile, trying to make it look like I hadn't been lost in my own thoughts, thinking about sex with Killian just a second before he walked in.
"Hi," I said. "What can I get you?"
He smiled and came to lean against the counter on the customer side, earning himself a scandalized look from the older church woman who was standing near the end, waiting for her drink to be made.
"Well, first I need coffee," Simon replied. "I'm going to be in the workshop today, and I feel like I'm dragging."
"Espresso?" I asked, and he nodded. "And second?"
"I... wanted to make sure we were okay. After the other night."
He pushed his glasses up his nose, and there was no mistaking the hopeful expression on his face when he looked at me.
I'd told him we were fine before, but he looked like he was actually worried about it, so I smiled at him, more naturally this time.
"Simon, we're fine," I said. "Really. I'm flattered more than anything, and like I said, I just need some time to think."
"I know. And I promise I'm not here to pressure you or anything. I just would hate to think of losing you as a friend because I couldn't keep my mouth to myself in a moment of weakness."
He described it like it was much worse than a chaste kiss on his couch, and I laughed, shaking my head at him. "I promise you haven't lost me as a friend. You don't need to worry about that."
"Okay. Good. Great. That's a relief."
I punched in his drink order and went to pull the shots myself, while Amanda, who was working the counter with me, took his money. It was probably not the best idea to be discussing all of this while I was at work, but no one was really paying attention.
I handed Simon his drink and he took it gratefully. "Thank you. Do you think... would you like to get dinner this upcoming weekend, maybe? I'm going to be busy during the week, but it would be nice to see you when I have some
