Page 21 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
He made me come and my pussy still throbbed from the intensity of my orgasm, but I knew I could go again. I shuddered at the thought of his big thick cock inside me.
I touched him there already. I knew what he was made of.
I hadn’t been with many guys and I’d definitely never been with a man as big as him.
“Did you hear what I said?” His snappy voice brought me back to reality.
This wasn’t a joke. Killian was dangerous. My life was literally dangling from his fingers. What was wrong with me?
“Yes, I heard you. I’m sorry.”
“Where have I heard that before?” he snarled.
Even though his voice was harsh, his eyes softened as he gazed at my breasts, taking in the sight of my bare body.
Did he want what I thought he wanted? What a part of me wanted from him too?
Why did I have to convince myself out of this? Out of wanting more from him.
If he left me alone right now, it would be best. It would be the safest thing to do. However, it didn’t seem like he was going to walk away. He looked like a predator closing in on his prey.
Killian stepped towards me and I straightened my shoulders, thrusting my breasts out towards him in invitation.
What the hell! I knew I wasn’t getting out of here. My stupid plans weren’t going to work. So if I was stuck here with him with nowhere to go, at his mercy, wouldn’t it make sense to derive maximum pleasure from this?
* * *
Killian undid his pants and I watched them fall to the floor.
“I need to know exactly how sorry you are,” he said.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. He could see I was turned on. My nipples were stiff again. My cheeks were flushed with desire.
What he couldn’t see were the butterflies in my stomach as he pulled his shirt off.
Killian was ripped. Seriously! He couldn’t make this internal conflict more intense if he tried.
His torso was chiseled with sharp abs. His arms were thick and muscular, painted with intricate tattoos that crawled up to the base of his neck and across his chest. His stomach looked like it could collide with a brick wall and crack it.
Why did a guy who looked like him even want me? I couldn’t figure it out. This man could have any girl he wanted. They would have willingly gone down on their knees and begged him to let them suck him off.
Why did he even look at me like that? Like he wanted to devour me.
Was it just because I was his captive? Did he like the power and control he had over me? Because he knew he could do anything he wanted to me and nobody would find out?
“I’m very sorry for everything I’ve done,” I murmured.
For the first time since we met, I was gladly giving up control. I wanted to visit that feeling—of him being in total command of my body and mind.
“Show me,” he groaned.
My breasts heaved. I got down on my knees in front of him and moved my hand down till I was touching myself. Killian stood over me, tall and strong. He liked what he saw. He liked watching me stroking myself.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a silly girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“Make yourself come. I want to watch you lose everything.”
I stroked myself harder, while I stared directly into his eyes. I knew what he wanted from me. He wanted me to be completely vulnerable. To let down all my guards for him to see.
“I said come for me!” he shouted. His voice echoed again and I gasped with the thrill of it.
I stroked my clit harder and harder, staring at every sexy angle of him. Those big hands. I knew what those fingers were capable of. What that mouth did to me. He wanted me. Me!
I came so hard I fell back. My fingers remained on my clit, stroking and tugging, while my legs shook with the wave of my orgasm.
I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling with my legs open wide for him to see.
My pussy was soaked in my own juices and still…I wanted more.
By the time I was done, I was out of breath, but it wasn’t over yet. Killian positioned himself over me, his feet on either side of me.
He’d taken off every piece of clothing so I could see just how big his cock was.
The only thing I could hope for was that cock being inside me.
* * *
He lifted me off the floor before I knew what he was going to do and he turned me around.
I was on my knees again, with my back to him and he pushed me forward till my palms pressed down on the floor. I could feel him behind me, straightening up, positioning himself.
