Page 20 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
She was a delicate touch unexpectedly, and usually I would’ve laughed at that. It was almost like she didn’t know what to do. Maybe she didn’t have much experience.
Her stepdaddy wanted to keep her as pure as possible?
I tugged at her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head.
Finally, I could see her tits. They spilled out over the black lace bra she was wearing. Fuckin’ gorgeous.
I wanted to lick every inch of her pale milky skin. I grabbed the light bulge of her stomach and squeezed, then my hand pushed down into the front of her jeans. I could feel the hot allure of her pussy. She was wet for me. I wasn’t wrong. She wanted me too.
My fingers quickly found the damp spot between her thighs. A swollen clit. Big pussy lips. I rubbed her clit as I took her mouth into mine again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body swayed against mine as she sank into my fingers.
I wanted this girl to know what pleasure really felt like.
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Reese helped me pull down her pants. I yanked her panties off too and now finally, she was completely naked. I could see every delicious inch of her and I wanted more.
Grabbing her by her arms, I walked her backwards. She had her head tipped back so she could look into my eyes. Her mouth was parted seductively.
She was against the wall and I placed both my hands on hers, pinning them to the wall as I kissed the base of her neck. I went down her body, my arms stretched as I held on to her. Kissing her tits, licking her nipples, kissing her belly and then finally, my mouth was right on her clit.
She stood above me. When I let go of her hands, her fingers weaved into my hair. I sucked on her clit, moving my tongue lavishly on it to the point where she screamed with pleasure.
I never bothered with other chicks. The only thing on my mind when I wanted to fuck a chick was to satisfy my cock. Empty myself inside a warm, tight pussy, and then go to my bed to sleep off a hangover.
Everything felt different with Reese.
My cock could wait. First, I wanted to see her come.
My mouth moved over her swollen clit and I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She gasped, pressing her eyes close.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. While my mouth did its work on her, I kept my eyes on her so I could see exactly how she reacted.
Reese moaned heavily with every thrust of my fingers inside her. She couldn’t fake this. Her pussy was damp with her juices. I loved the salty taste of her. Licked and sucked and banged her with my fingers until I knew she was on the edge of coming.
“Please…Killian…please don’t stop,” she cried, wrapping her arms around my head. She jutted her hips out towards me, asking for more and that’s exactly what I gave her.
My tongue moved along with my fingers until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
This girl who I wasn’t supposed to have in my basement, was coming right into my mouth.
Her cream stained the insides of her thighs while she shuddered against me. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the basement and I continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
I didn’t stop until I was sure she was done. She’d stopped moving. Stopped moaning. Her arms loosened from around me and I took my mouth away. Her taste still lingered on my lips and I never wanted to forget how sweet she was.
Slowly, I straightened up, towering over her again.
Reese’s nose was red, her cheeks were flushed too. I couldn’t tell if she was in disbelief or completely disappointed in herself for aiding what just happened between us.
“Stop trying to get away,” I growled.
The warning came a little delayed, but how could I forget that she kept playing her tricks on me.
Twelve
Reese
What was wrong with me?
Why did I kiss him back?
More importantly, why did I enjoy what he had just done to me?
Killian stared me down while we stood apart. I had to remind myself what the dynamic between us really was.
I was his prisoner, and he could do whatever he wanted with me.
I should have fought against him. I shouldn’t have leaned into that kiss and demonstrated exactly how much I wanted it too.
Why was it so easy for him to make me come?
The truth was because I’d fantasized about him from the moment we met, but I didn’t want to admit that.
Who was I kidding? He didn’t need to convince me. I gave into him the first moment his lips touched mine.
I was naked and I still hadn’t made a move to get dressed. His deeply intense glare traveled over my body and I enjoyed the way he looked at me.
