Page 109 of Bad Influence
“Killian, don’t stop,” Caroline cries.
I push two fingers inside her wet heat and Caroline’s grip on my hair tightens, her breathing growing shallow.
“I’m so close,” Caroline says.
I laugh at that. “I know, baby. You think I don’t notice the way your pussy tightens around me and the way your breathing changes when you’re about to come? I know your body better than you do.”
I curl my fingers inside her to hit that spot which has her seeing stars as I suck on her clit. Caroline comes with a sharp cry of my name as her hips buck up. I don’t move back. I continue to suck and tease her little clit to prolong her orgasm.
I only pull back when her breathing slows. I place small kisses along the insides of her thighs, over her pussy, across her pelvis and up her body.
The heat is stifling, but neither of us seems to care.
“You ready for me, baby?” I ask.
Caroline opens her eyes and looks at me lazily. “I’m always ready.”
She falls back onto the chaise, arching her body into a stretch, her hair spread around her in a halo. I wasn’t wrong when I told her she’s the ideal of beauty. Every inch and curve of her body is sinful and I can’t stop my eyes from roaming over her.
“Every fantasy I had about you doesn’t compare to the real thing,” I whisper, kneeling between her spread legs.
I kiss her, my hands squeezing and kneading her perfect tits. Caroline reaches down, her hand wrapping around my cock and guiding me to her entrance. I sink into her perfect cunt slowly, taking my time. My eyes remain on Caroline’s face and watch the way her eyes almost roll back into the back of her head when I’m balls deep inside her.
“I’m never going to get over your tight cunt strangling my cock,” I groan.
Her body fits perfectly against me.Shefits perfectly. Her softness against all the rough, hard parts of me. I grab her hair, tilting her head back to kiss and bite her neck.
Caroline’s nails dig into my back. “You feel so good.”
“I know, baby. I know I fuck you like no one else can,” I say. “I fill you so good until you’re stretched around my cock andyou can feel me to the back of your throat with no escape.” I push back in with a groan. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t marry my brother today?”
Caroline’s eyes flare open. “You remember.”
“Yeah, I fucking remember.” I pull out and slam back into her, a little harder than before. Caroline shifts up the chaise. I pull up one of her legs to make more room for myself between her thighs, so I can push in a little deeper.
“I thought we’re not going to talk about it,” Caroline breaks off into a moan as I hit a sensitive spot inside her.
“Why won’t we talk about it, Caroline?” I ask. “You don’t want to admit that you’d have thought of me when my brother was fucking you? I can feel the way your pussy grips me just thinking about it.”
Caroline squeezes her eyes shut, her back arching off the chaise as my thrusts grow harder and deeper. Sweat drips down our bodies in the oppressive heat.
“I wouldn’t have—” Her words cut off as she cries out, her nails scratching my back, marking me as hers.
“You don’t have to lie, baby. There’s no one here but you and me. You can admit that you thought of me when you made yourself come. And now you’re mine,” I growl. “Say it, Caroline. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
Hooking two fingers into the chain around my neck, she pulls me down. My mouth lands on hers and she swipes her tongue inside.
“It’s your pussy,” she gasps into my mouth.
The need to own her drives me crazy and hearing her admit she’s mine only adds fuel to the fire. I want her with a ferocity which is blinding and destructive.
“That’s right, baby. You belong to me.” I seal my words with a kiss.
“You.”
Thrust.
“Will.”
