Page 64 of Betrothed in Fury
Killian devours me like it’s his job, and I steadily lower my ass closer to him, thinking if I push any closer, I might suffocate him.
“Give me a finger,” I tell him, and he pulls his tongue free, readying his index finger before I feel it pushing in. He keeps his tongue busy as he pushes inside to my prostate. “You like how perfect this ass is for you? Is this the best ass you’ve ever tasted?”
I hate myself for asking the question because I fear it might not be true, and I don’t imagine Killian would ever lie about something like that. I shouldn’t care as much as I do, but I’m relieved when he says, “This is definitely the best ass I’ve ever tasted.”
His breath hitting my stimulated hole as he touches my prostate has me moaning.
“There you are,” he says, like he was greedy to hit that spot. He works it in that expert way he has, stretching me open, his mouth wild, as though he’s trying to forget all his troubles by losing himself in his desire.
“Just like that,” I tell him as he keeps massaging my prostate just right.
He pulls away only to deliver another finger. As he touches against that spot, I rock my pelvis, guiding his movements to hit me even better.
“Get your cock ready,” I order him.
I feel tension in his fingers, but I hear rustling around. His mouth takes a break, I assume to open the condom, but he doesn’t leave me waiting long.
“Are you all suited up?”
“Yes,” he whispers against my flesh.
“Good because I’m ready to fuck you.”
“Do it. Fuck me, Log.” Now he’s the one full of desire, pleading for it.
He slides out of me, and I crawl down his body, getting on my knees over his hips. The guy’s rock hard, his body clearly needing release after everything he went through tonight. And I need to be the one to give it to him. I reach back, positioning his cock between my cheeks, pressing the head against my opening, bracing myself for the intrusion. I stare him down as he lies beneath me. I’m enjoying being the one on top for a change.
“Who’s in charge now?” I ask, keeping the head of his cock just at the edge. I’m being cruel, I know it, and the way his pupils flare, he knows it too.
“I’m in control,” he insists.
I shake my head. “Wrong answer.” I massage the head around my hole.
“Log, don’t be mean tonight.”
“You want this ass, and that means you have to submit to me.”
He grits his teeth. “You need this as badly as I do.”
“Do I?” I bluff, teasing him by slipping the head in.
He tries to thrust, but I rise up to keep him from pushing inside.
“Damn it! Log, why are you hurting me?”
“All you have to do is submit to me, and it’s yours. Totally yours.” Suddenly I’m the sadist, demanding something of him that I refuse to give. I watch as the battle wages behind his eyes,the struggle between his need for absolute control and satisfying his desire.
“Please, Logan,” he begs.
I slip what little of his cock I have in me back out.
“Fuck, don’t do this! Not now. Not tonight. You know you need this.”
The Wilde in me, this sick fuck who just wants to win, has a plan. Killian is right on the edge, and between his vulnerability and my cleverness, I can outwit him, so I reach back, feeling for the edge of the condom and sliding it off. I find the lube and pump some on his cock, stroking to prepare him. He’s quiet as I work, his eyes wide, like he knows this will be too much for him. I line him up, teasing the head against my opening once again. “It’s all yours. Raw, yours to breed. You just have to say you submit.”
“This isn’t fair, and you know it.”
“When have our families ever played fair?”
