Page 100 of Bad Influence
I’m always the center of his attention.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Caroline,” he says. “Once I fuck you, there’s no going back. Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I answer by grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Then, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it.
Killian looks down, watching me work. Unbuttoning his jeans, I lower the zipper and push my hand inside to wrap around his hard cock. Killian curses under his breath, his hands tightening on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
I slide my hand up and down his shaft, making Killian groan.His head falls forward to rest on my shoulder. He’s thick and long. My pussy clenches at the thought of him pushing that monster inside me.
“Jesus, if you continue that, we’re going to skip right over the fucking part,” he groans as I twist my wrist.
“We wouldn’t want that,” I say, releasing him.
Killian lifts his head, his hand resting on the side of my face. His eyes look back and forth between mine and a look crosses in them which has me tilting my head curiously.
“What is it?” I ask.
Instead of answering, he kisses me, soft and slow.
“For the record,” he says, pulling back, “it’s been more than three years, and I’m clean.”
He pushes his pants down and I get my first look at him. Oh my god. I’m right to think it’s a monster. He’s thick and veiny, the tip red and leaking precum.
“Look at me,” Killian commands.
I move my eyes up to his and as I do, the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. I inhale sharply at the invasion. His cock is a lot thicker than his fingers.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing great,” he says, eyes locked on mine. “Look at you taking every inch of my cock. Your pussy was made for me. I’m going to carve my name inside you so you never forget who turns into a begging little mess.”
I gasp as he fully seats himself inside me, pelvises flush together, his groin pressing against my clit.
“I feel so full,” I whisper. The skies are darkening outside as evening shifts to night, but the only thing I can focus on are Killian’s blue eyes, hooded with desire.
A part of me can’t believe Killian and I are connected in the most primal of ways. We’re the closest two people can be. This is Killian York. The same Killian York I’ve spent my whole life dreaming of and wanting. It almost feels surreal that he’s inside me right now. That despite everything, we’re here.
“Fuck, butterfly, your cunt is strangling my cock,” Killiangroans. He pulls all the way out and pushes back in slowly, torturously, making me feel every inch of him.
My back arches off the table as my head falls back. Killian puts his hand between my head and the table so I don’t hit it. His body covers mine and I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the solidity of his muscles.
Putting one arm under my knee, he pushes my leg up to make more room for himself. It pushes him further inside me.
I’m mewling and making sounds I don’t know are possible to make as Killian thrusts inside me again and again. My nails are raking down his back and I’m surely going to leave marks on him just like he’s going to leave marks on me.
“Such a pretty little mess for me,” Killian breathes. “Taking my cock so eagerly like a good girl.”
Killian grabs the back of my neck and kisses me like he needs my mouth more than air. Each thrust and roll of his hips makes me lose my mind and my breath.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Killian confesses. “There were too many days when I imagined the looks on their faces when I took you away and made you mine. You’ve wanted this, too, haven’t you?”
I nod frantically. The first time I ever made myself come was to the thought of him. “Yes, yes!”
Killian fucks me so hard the force slides me up the table. “Look at you now, good little Caroline Sinclair breaking all the rules and fucking the man everyone told her to stay away from.”
The sounds of our harsh breathing fill the room. The table legs screech and slide against the floor with the force of Killian’s thrusts.
My orgasm claws its way up my body and I bite Killian’s shoulder to release all the tension coiling inside my body. My pussy clenches around his cock painfully, pulsing with my orgasm.
His thrusts become harsher and frenzied as he chases his own orgasm. Killian rests his palm on the back of my head, hisgroan filling my ear as the warmth of his release floods me. My teeth have left a mark on his shoulder.
