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Killian stood up and started undressing like he had been holding back for way too long, like he was done pretending to be. calm, like he couldn’t wait another damn second to feel skin on skin, and when he pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang free, thick, heavy, already leaking, it was as if the air left my lungs because it looked like it had been begging to be freed, like it was going to tear through that fabric if he hadn’t gotten rid of it fast enough.
He looked at me while stroking himself slowly with the wetness he’d just pulled out of me, rubbing it all over his length like it was the most natural thing in the world, making me tremble all over again even though my thighs were already shaking
from the last round.
Then he climbed back on top of me, spread my legs apart without a word, and with one hard, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me in one go. I screamed. My body arched off the bed because the stretch, the thickness, the way he filled me completely without warning, it was too much and yet exactly what I had been craving. He didn’t wait. He started moving, deep, rough thrusts that felt like punishment and reward all at once, making me gasp and moan with every single snap of
his hips against mine.
He kept going, fast, brutal, relentless, his grip on my waist tight like he was trying to anchor me while my whole body tried to run from the pleasure. I could feel another orgasm building, and when it hit, I cried out his name like it was the only thing
I remembered.
But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me, his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy with so much force it was as if I might pass out from how intense it felt. A second orgasm came, and my walls clenched around him so tight I thought it might slow him down. It didn’t. He just groaned like it drove him crazier.
Then the third hit. My whole body convulsed under him, sweet dripping from my skin while my voice cracked from how
much I was moaning, begging, panting. And still, he didn’t stop.
While he kept fucking me, he brought one hand down and started rubbing my clit, circling it roughly like he wanted to push me into another orgasm whether I wanted it or not, making me choke on a sob because it was too much and not enough at
the same time.
Then he suddenly pulled out.
“Turn around and give me a doggy,” he growled.
I obeyed immediately, my body moving on instinct, too far gone to think about anything except the way I needed him back inside me. I got on my knees, face pressed into the bed, ass up, my whole body dripping with sweet and my pussy soaked with everything he’d pulled out of me.
He got behind me, spread my cheeks, and with one sharp thrust, slammed back into me, making me jolt forward so hard my head hit the headboard. I gasped. He grabbed my hips, held me in place with one hand while the other reached around to grab my breast, squeezing it while he pulled my hair back so he could control every inch of my body.
“Ahh–Killian” I screamed
“Shhh,” he warned, his voice hot and low in my ear. “We wouldn’t want Ryan knowing what we’re doing now, do we?”
I shook my head quickly, breathless.
“Good,” he said, and then he fucked me harder, deeper, faster. “Now tell me… who do you belong to?”
I hesitated, just for a second, and he didn’t like that. He pulled out and slammed back in so hard I screamed.
“You! Only you, Killian
“Good,” he said darkly. “Do we belong together, Liang?”
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I didn’t answer fast enough.
He spanked my ass hard, then thrust in again, his cock hitting so deep I yelped.
“Yes! Yes! We belong together, Killian!”
“Now, are you happy I divorced her for you?”
“Mmmm…” I whimpered, too overwhelmed to form words.
“Hmm?” he spanked my ass hard, then thrust in again, his cock hitting so deep I yelped again.
“Yes! Yes, I’m happy, Killian!”
He groaned, satisfied. “Are you good for me, baby?”
I nodded desperately.
He pinched my nipples hard from behind, making me cry out.
“Yes! I’m good for you, Killian!”
“Good,” he muttered, and then with one more hard thrust, he stilled inside me. But while I was still trying to process that, he pulled out, grabbed my face roughly but carefully, turned me around, and kissed me, deep, messy, his tongue claiming mine
again like he was sealing something permanent.
While we were still kissing, his hand slipped back between my legs, dipping into the wet mess he had created inside me,
then he pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips.
“Lick.”
I obeyed, my lips wrapping around his fingers, tasting us both, still trembling.
“How do we taste?” he asked.
“Sweet,” I whispered, barely able to form the word.
He shook his head. “Not only sweet baby. Addictive. Okay?”
I nodded, tears gathering in my eyes, my whole body trembling.
He let go of my face, kissed my forehead, and climbed off the bed like he hadn’t just ruined me completely. He headed into
the bathroom while I stayed there, lying flat, legs still spread, heart still racing, body spent and ruined and weak on the bed.
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