Beyond shame, beyond any pretense of control, I gasped desperately, “Please, Killian.
Fuck me.
I need your cock so badly.
Please fuck me hard—ruin me.”
With a low, satisfied groan that vibrated through his chest, he gripped my hips with bruising force and thrust into me in one powerful, merciless stroke.
The stretch was exquisite.
Borderline painful in the most delicious way.
He filled me completely, bottoming out against my cervix in a single brutal thrust that made my toes curl hard against the tiled floor and a loud, broken moan tear from my throat.
The fullness was overwhelming—his cock so much bigger, so much thicker, hitting places inside me Joe had never even reached.
I felt every thick vein, every ridge as my walls fluttered and clenched around the massive intrusion, trying to adjust to his size.
He didn’t give me time to adjust.
True to my filthy request, Killian started fucking me hard and deep right away.
His hips snapped forward with punishing, relentless strokes, the loud, wet sound of skin slapping violently against skin echoing through the sunlit kitchen.
Each powerful thrust drove my body forward against the counter, my breasts squishing harder into the cold marble, my sensitive nipples dragging back and forth with delicious friction.
He angled his hips perfectly, the fat head of his cock hammering directly into that sweet spot inside me with every brutal plunge.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core, building at a terrifying speed.
“Take it,” he growled savagely, one hand fisting tightly in my hair and tugging my head back slightly while the other kept my hip locked in place.
“Take every fucking inch of your brother-in-law’s cock like the needy little slut you are.
This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
I cried out with every deep, punishing thrust, my voice growing hoarse.
“Yes—fuck—yes, Killian!”
My pussy clenched around him rhythmically, sucking him deeper, greedy for more.
The wet, obscene sounds of his thick cock pounding into my soaked cunt filled the entire kitchen—filthy, rhythmic, perfect.
Slick arousal coated his balls and dripped down my thighs with every slam of his hips.
Killian reached around my body with his free hand and found my swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles over the sensitive bud while he continued to rail me mercilessly.
The dual stimulation was too much.
My orgasm crashed over me suddenly, violently, without warning.
My pussy spasmed wildly around his thrusting cock, gushing hot and wet as I came harder than I had even the night before.
My vision blurred with white-hot pleasure, legs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling so tightly they cramped.
Wave after wave of intense ecstasy ripped through me, leaving me sobbing and gasping against the countertop.
Killian didn’t slow down for even a second.
He fucked me straight through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess, whimpering and crying from the intensity.
Only when my climax finally began to ebb did he growl low in his throat, his thrusts becoming erratic and even deeper.
“Gonna fill this sweet married pussy up,” he snarled against my ear, teeth grazing my shoulder.
“Gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll still be me for days when your brother gets home.”
With one final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me and came hard.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my pulsing pussy—pulse after heavy pulse—so much that it immediately began leaking out around the thick base of his cock and trickling down my trembling thighs in creamy rivulets.
We stayed locked together for a long, breathless moment, both of us panting heavily.
His broad, sweat-slicked chest pressed firmly against my back, his heart hammering against my spine.
His lips brushed the shell of my ear in a surprisingly tender gesture.
“Good girl,” he whispered, voice hoarse with satisfaction.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my shoulder.
“But we’re nowhere near done.”
He slowly pulled out of me, and I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness, feeling the warm rush of his cum immediately start to pour from my well-fucked, gaping hole.
Killian turned me around gently, his strong hands lifting me effortlessly onto the marble countertop.
He stepped between my spread thighs and kissed me deeply—slow, possessive, and claiming—his tongue tangling with mine while his hand slid between my legs.
His fingers stroked gently through my swollen, cum-smeared folds, smearing his thick release all over my clit and pussy lips in lazy circles, marking me thoroughly.
Breakfast had been delicious.
But this?
This had been absolutely mind-blowing.
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-closed blinds of the guest room, casting warm golden stripes across the king-sized bed where Killian lay stretched out like a lazy predator.
Three years of mediocre, selfish sex had left me starving, and after the mind-shattering orgasm he’d given me against the kitchen counter that morning—his thick cock stretching me open, flooding me with his hot cum—I couldn’t get enough.
My body craved him constantly now.
My pussy still ached deliciously from being so thoroughly used, yet it throbbed with fresh hunger.
His cum had leaked out of me for hours, a constant filthy reminder every time I moved or sat down.
I had tried to distract myself—showering, trying to read, even attempting to answer a few work emails—but nothing worked.
All I could think about was his mouth, his fingers, and especially that massive, veined cock that had ruined me for anyone else.
I needed more.
I needed him.
So I walked straight into his room without knocking, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.
My full breasts swayed gently with each step, nipples already tight and aching.
My pussy was slick again, lips swollen and glistening, a fresh trickle of arousal coating my inner thighs.
I didn’t bother covering myself.
There was no point in modesty anymore.
Not with him.
Killian was lying on his back on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting on his sculpted abs.
He wore only a pair of black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge of his cock.
When he heard me enter, his piercing blue eyes opened and immediately darkened with heat as they roamed slowly over my naked body—from my flushed face, down to my heaving breasts, over the soft curve of my stomach, and straight to my dripping pussy.
A slow, appreciative smile curved his lips.
“Well, fuck me,” he murmured, voice low and rough with desire.
“There’s my greedy little sister-in-law.
Couldn’t stay away, could you?”