I bit my lip, cheeks burning, but my feet carried me closer to the bed.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I couldn’t get enough of your cock this morning.
I’ve been unsatisfied for so long… I need more.”
His smile widened into something darker, more possessive.
He sat up slightly, muscles flexing across his broad chest and tattooed arms.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, eyes never leaving mine.
The sincerity in his tone caught me off guard, making my heart stutter even as fresh wetness seeped from my core.
“Every inch of you—those perfect tits, that juicy ass, that sweet, dripping pussy.
Come here, baby.
I want you to ride my face.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
A rush of pure lust surged through me.
I climbed onto the bed on shaky knees, crawling over his powerful body until I was straddling his chest.
He lay flat again, looking up at me with hungry blue eyes, his hands already sliding up my thighs to grip the soft flesh.
I hovered over his face for a moment, hesitant to put my full weight on him, thighs trembling.
But Killian wasn’t having any of that.
His strong hands clamped down on my hips and thighs, fingers digging in possessively as he yanked me down hard onto his waiting mouth.
“Fuck—Killian!” I gasped as his hot tongue immediately dragged through my soaked folds.
He groaned deeply against my pussy, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine.
“Sit on my face properly,” he ordered, voice muffled but commanding.
“I want to drown in this cunt.
Hold on to the headboard.”
I obeyed instantly, reaching forward to grip the wooden slats of the headboard with both hands.
The position arched my back and pushed my breasts out, nipples tight and begging for attention.
Killian’s grip on my thighs tightened, pulling me even more firmly onto his face until my swollen pussy was pressed flush against his mouth and nose. You are reading on NovelPing, the official source.
There was no escaping him now.
No hovering.
I was fully seated on his handsome face, completely at his mercy.
And then he devoured me.
Killian ate my pussy like a starving man who had finally found his favorite meal.
His tongue was relentless—long, broad strokes from my dripping entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, then tight, focused circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves that made my hips jerk violently.
He sucked my clit into his mouth with perfect pressure, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue before flattening it again for slow, sensual licks that had me moaning loudly.
“Oh my God—yes!” I cried out, knuckles turning white as I gripped the headboard harder.
My hips started grinding against his face instinctively, riding his tongue with shameless abandon.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—the slick glide of his tongue through my folds, the wet suction of his mouth, my own desperate whimpers and moans.
He groaned loudly beneath me, the sound vibrating straight into my core.
“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled against my pussy, barely pulling away long enough to speak.
“So sweet and creamy.
Been thinking about this pussy all day.”
Two of his thick fingers joined the assault, sliding easily into my soaked channel.
He curled them upward, stroking that perfect spot inside me while his mouth continued its ruthless worship of my clit.
The dual sensation was devastating.
My thighs began to shake around his head, muscles trembling as pleasure built fast and intense.
Killian didn’t let up.
He sucked harder on my clit, fingers pumping faster, curling and scissoring inside me.
His free hand reached up to palm one of my bouncing breasts, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers until I was sobbing with pleasure.
“Killian—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m so close!” I wailed, grinding down harder on his face, practically smothering him with my dripping cunt.
He responded by sucking my clit even more greedily, fingers fucking me deeper, faster.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I screamed his name, back arching sharply as my entire body convulsed.
My pussy clenched violently around his fingers, gushing hot and wet all over his mouth and chin.
Wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed through me, my hips bucking wildly as I rode his face through the intense climax.
I could feel myself squirting again—something I had never done before meeting him—hot spurts coating his tongue and lips while he continued licking and sucking every last drop.
Killian drank it all down greedily, moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
He didn’t stop until my orgasm finally began to ebb, leaving me trembling and gasping, thighs quivering uncontrollably around his head.
Only then did he ease his fingers out of me and press one last, slow, reverent lick from my entrance to my oversensitive clit, making me twitch and whimper.
I was still panting, trying to catch my breath, when he gently lifted me off his face and flipped our positions with effortless strength.
He laid me on my back on the bed, hovering over me, his face shiny and dripping with my juices.
His blue eyes were dark with lust, lips swollen and glistening.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice hoarse.
“So fucking beautiful when you come on my tongue.”
His cock was rock-hard, straining against his boxer briefs, a large wet spot of pre-cum visible at the front.
He shoved them down quickly, freeing the thick, heavy length.
It slapped against his abs, veined and angry-red, the head glistening.
I reached for him immediately, wrapping my fingers around his girth.
He was so thick I could barely close my hand around him.
“I need your cock,” I whispered, stroking him slowly.
“Please, Killian.
I need you inside me again.”
He groaned, leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss.
I could taste myself on his tongue—sweet and musky—and it only made me wetter.
“You’re going to get it, baby,” he promised against my lips.
“But first, I want you to ride me.
I want to watch those perfect tits bounce while you take every inch of my cock.”