Page 203 of Fighting Chance

My mouth is watering when I look up and find his hooded gaze on me.

“Keep looking like you want to devour my cock and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming.”

Arching a brow, I fist him and squeeze. His head drops back with a groan.

“You close to coming, Ashford?”

“When your hands are on me, sunshine? Always.”

Giving him another squeeze before slowly stroking him, I eat up every second I spend here, Kieran regarding me like I’m a goddess. I’ve never felt sexier than I do in this moment.

Reaching forward, he captures my jaw, mere inches from his swelling length.

“If you don’t wrap your pretty lips around me, I’m going to have to lay you down and fuck you instead.”

Wetness pools between my legs and I ache to squeeze my thighs together.

My core pulses again as he demands, “Lie down, sunshine.”

Doing as he says is like breathing—my body moves at his command.

Kieran fists his length and strokes it, moaning as he looks down at my center to see how wet I am. He rubs the tip of his cock along my entrance, making my hips buck.

“You want me?” he asks gutturally as screams ring out somewhere in the house. It shouldn’t, but the sound of everyone’s terror closing in around us has a tingle racing down my spine.

“Yes!”

Kieran shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out a condom and I don’t care how I sound when I beg, “No, please, please, I’m on the pill. I want to feel you, Kieran. I want to feel all of you.”

If I thought his eyes were dilated before that was nothing compared to the inky black pools they become now. Throwing his wallet to the ground, Kieran hovers above me, placing a hand on either side of my head.

“You want me inside you bare?”

Nodding, because I don’t trust myself not to outright plead right now, I bite my lip. Kieran leans forward and licks it, forcing me to let go.

One of his hands disappears but I know where it goes a second later as he lines himself up, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you ready, sunshine?” he asks.

Still not trusting myself to speak, I wrap my arms around his neck and slide a hand onto his cheek, nodding emphatically. Kieran captures my lips at the same moment he slides inside me slowly.

The books were right.

At first, it hurts. It burns as he stretches me, my body having to accommodate his thick length, but as he holds himself inside me, not moving, kissing me through it, I slowly relax.

My hips move of their own accord and that’s all Kieran was waiting for.

Pulling out, he leaves the tip in before thrusting forward, making us both groan. The sensation—my god, the sensation of him moving inside me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Clinging to him harder, I meet him thrust for thrust, our kiss turning frenzied as his hips pick up the pace. His free hand snakes between us, finding my clit.

“Kieran!”

“That’s it, baby, scream my name.”

The moment his gravelly voice fills the space, my core clenches. We both feel it, him so more because he drops his head to the crook of my neck and starts cursing like a sailor, cutting it off with a gentle bite.

An electric current zips down my spine as we both pick up the pace, both of us chasing a high that only he can give me.

“My fucking god, Layla, you were made for me.”