Page 128 of Bad Influence
“Eyes on me, butterfly.”
With a groan, I lift my head and watch him run the flat of his tongue over my pussy. Watch him flick his tongue over my clit before sucking it. He pushes two fingers past my entrance.
“I love how easily you take me, how your body is always ready for me,” he says.
Fingers circling inside me, he nips at my clit and I yell, my orgasm taking me by surprise. My thighs close around his head and for a second, I don’t even care that he needs to breathe. My orgasm is so intense, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through me.
Killian surges up to kiss me and the taste of me on his tongue makes me groan.
“Ready for me?”
I nod as I feel his hard length against me. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his girth and guiding him to my entrance.
“Fuck me into the mattress,” I say.
With a laugh, he dips down to kiss me and slowly push into my body. He doesn’t move right away. His forehead rests against mine, eyes locked on each other, as we just feel this primal, carnal connection.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” Killian whispers. “No matter how many times we do this, it never feels enough. I always need you more and more.”
“I don’t want it to feel enough,” I confess. “As scary it feels sometimes, I want to let it consume me.”
With a groan, Killian kisses me as he pulls back until he’s almost all the way out and slides back in. He maintains a slow rhythm at first, but it doesn’t last long.
“Fuck, I want to do this soft and slow, but that’s not going to be enough,” he curses.
“I don’t want it soft and slow,” I say.
His hands are gripping mine over my hand and he shifts, holding my wrists with one hand and bracing the other against the headboard. It gives him more leverage to push harder and deeper.
The bed makes an ominous groan under us followed by a sudden crack which has us crashing to the floor. Killian doesn’t ease up on the intensity of his thrusts, his eyes locked on mine. The broken bed doesn’t affect him the least.
“When I said fuck me through the mattress, I meant it as a figure of speech,” I say.
“Too late now,” Killian says with a chuckle.
My comeback is cut off by a gasp as he reaches down to circle my clit. I squeeze his cock as my orgasm surges through me. Killian places open mouthed kisses on my neck and pulls out of me.
“Wait, you didn’t come,” I say, frowning.
“We’re not done yet.” He flips me over, raising my hips as he enters me again from behind. His chest presses against my back.
“Look how easily I enter after you’ve come a few times. Your body soft and pliant.”
My hands fist into the sheet on either side of my hand as Killian continues to fuck me.
“You love this, don’t you?” Killian presses the words against my ear. “You love how desperate I am for you. You loveknowing I will always be this desperate and eager and you don’t have to do anything other than look at me.”
“I do love it,” I admit.
He growls and the sound sends shivers down my back. “Good. Because this is what you’re going to get every day and night. My cock fucking your tight little cunt until you’re mindless and you can’t figure out if you want me to stop or keep fucking you.”
My pussy pulses around his cock as he reaches around my waist to play with my clit.
“I can’t,” I cry out.
“You can, baby. You’ve only come twice. We haven’t even started yet.”
Killian pinches my clit between his thumb and finger and the small spasm of pain sends a shockwave through me. I bury my scream in the mattress as I come, again and again.
