Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(109)

I nodded, nibbling my trembling lip to stop myself from becoming a crying mess.

“Forgive me,” he whispered as he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Always.”

He dropped me to the bed, his burning eyes raking over me and I blushed under his intense stare.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I never told you enough before, but I will spend the rest of my life telling you and showing you just how beautiful you are to me.”

He pulled his tee over his head and threw it over the other side of his bedroom, revealing his toned torso. His chest pecs were hard, covered in a dark dusting of chest hair. His pink scar peeking through certain thinner parts of his hair. My heart instantly aching at the thought that he could have lost his life.

“Don’t feel sad for me,” he whispered as he edges towards me, leaning over me and placing a kiss on my lips, lingering a moment more. The mint mixed with whiskey was a delicious combination.

Falling to his knees, his callous hands grip my thighs as he spreads my legs, his eyes falling to the apex of my thighs.

“I have missed your taste,” his voice was low, I heard the growl rumble through him.

His hands glided up to the top of my knickers, hooking his fingers into them and tugging them down and off my legs.

“I want you to come on my tongue, then I want you to come all over my cock…” his eyes flicked up, “do you understand?”

I panted while nodding, already feeling my pussy pulse at the thought. Pushing my dress up over my hips, he dragged it over my head and tossed it on the floor. Next was my bra, kneeling up and pressing his chest against mine he worked the strap before slipping it down my arms.

His eyes marvelled over my naked body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he bit down.

“So, fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers trailed down the middle of my breasts and over my swollen tummy.

“Lay back, Buttercup,” he ordered gently.

I prop myself on my elbows as I watch him, his eyes filled with desire and want and just that look was enough to make me want to come. My orgasm was already teetering on the cliff and he hadn’t even touched me.

“So eager, brat,” the use of his old nickname for me made my stomach coil and my pussy clench.

I moaned; his intense stare was overwhelming. His mouth was hot and ready, but he was nowhere near me.

“Please, Killian,” I begged, my fingers tightening around the already crumpled bed sheet beneath me.

“Please what?” he teased, his finger trailed up and down the inside of my thigh but not where I needed him most.

“Make me come, I am so horny for you,” I blushed at my words, but it was the truth.

“I can see your tight little cunt glistening for me,” he groaned as he lowered himself down, his hands gripping the top of my thigh as he dug his fingers into my skin.

I could just see his burning eyes looking at me when his tongue glided through my slick folds, my head tipping back as the pleasure ripped through me.

“So fucking sweet,” he moaned as he lapped up my wetness, swirling his tongue over my clit which caused my hips to buck forward.

A delectable moan escaped me as I watched him, my hungry eyes wanting to see what he was doing to me. He slipped his tongue down my folds, teasing at my soaked opening then gliding it back towards my clit.

“Fuck,” I whispered as he done it again. My hips began gyrating over his tongue, I needed more. I wanted his tongue deep inside of me, stroking my inner walls and making me come so fucking hard I forgot about everything.

“I need more,” I begged, my legs beginning to tremble. His pushed my thighs further apart, my pussy stretched and open for him as his tongue lashed harder over my clit.

Sitting up a little more, my fingers entwined in Killian’s hair while my other hand was wrapped in the bedsheet as if I was clinging on for dear life. My eyes watched as his expert tongue brought me closer to my release. Our eyes connected for a moment as Killian buried his tongue deeper inside of me and ate my pussy as if it was his last meal. My toes curled, a shiver crashed over me, and my stomach coiled. My orgasm ripped through me causing me to cry out, my whole body trembling as Killian continued helping me ride through my explosive orgasm and making sure he got every last drop of me.

I fell back on the bed, my skin tingling, a light ringing in my ear as I calmed my breathing. I needed a minute to come back down to earth.

I felt the bed dip, Killian was naked and next to me. Licking my lips at his thick, hard cock I sat up slowly and climbed onto my knees. Smashing my lips into his, our tongues danced as my arousal coated my own tastebuds as well as his. His hand was in my hair, gripping hard as he tugged my head back. I couldn’t move, my eyes pinned to the ceiling. I felt his breath on my neck, his teeth grazing along my jaw line. I felt a spark course through me, his fingers began rubbing over my clit, then plunging into my hot, soaking pussy.

I gasped.

His sucked on my nipple, making it pert then biting the skin softly. Slipping another finger inside of me, I felt my legs buckle slightly. His breath was on my ear, his lips hovering.

“I want you on your fucking knees ready to suck my cock like the brat you are. I want you looking up at me while I throat fuck you and when I am ready, I want your mouth open as I watch my cum spurt down your pretty fucking throat,” he groaned, “and you’re not to waste a single, fucking, drop.”