Page 48 of Pretty Threats

Eventually he pulls free and rises onto his knees, so he’s staring down at me. There’s no smile, just a scorching gaze. “We could’ve been doing that for the past year, but you fucking avoided me.” His eyes narrow. “From now on, I’m gonna fuck you whenever I feel like it.”

My eyes widen in shock. This isn’t what I expected from him. Yeah, having sex was amazingly good. Especially for our first time together like that and my first time ever. But my avoiding him was his own fault, and I’m not having it thrown back on me as mine.

“If you don’t want me to avoid you, behave better.”

“If you want me to behave better, don’t try to date other men. That ends one way.”

“Still?” My voice is incredulous. “You’re making threats? Right now?”

Killian moves to the side of me and drops onto his back. “I said what I said.” His hand reaches over and clutches a fistful of my hair. “Take the condom off and suck the cum from my cock.”

I’m startled, but the ache in my nipples intensifies. It’s unclear when I became such a slave to his rough voice, but it warps me into sexy, irresistible knots.

I’m not going to just give in though until we clarify things. “You’re going to keep your promise, right? No violence against innocent guys?”

“Yeah, I’ll keep it. But I don’t consider a guy who’s trying to fuck you innocent. Remember that.”

It’s not a perfect compromise, but it’s fine for the moment.

“Now do what I told you to do.” His hand pushes my head, so my body has to curl. I twist and move my legs so my knees are on the pillow where my head should be. When I’m face down, I have to bend more so my legs aren’t jammed against the headboard. I let my calves fall back so my toes curl into the grooves of the carved wood as I pull the condom off him.

Opalescent fluid drips out and triggers a thought that it should be inside me. Would it feel even better to have him come in me? I think so.

I lick the salty fluid. I’d forgotten what it tastes like. Strange but good.

A cracking sound fills the air, and warmth spreads through my ass. He slapped it, I realize.

“More,” his voice grumbles. “Suck it off.”

My mouth opens obediently and sucks him into it. Fingers squeeze my ass possessively, making my body squirm. I press my thighs together, squeezing my pussy, which is starting to ache for more sex, for more of him.

“You like swallowing my cum, huh? Go ahead.” His fingers push between my thighs to stroke my pussy.

My throat makes a small moan, but it’s muffled from having my mouth full. His finger circles my pussy hole and moves down to my clit.

“Mmm.” I press my hips into the mattress and his hand.

“Sweet fucking whore,” he whispers, making my face flame with a mix of shame and need. His hands grab my hips and lift me by my pelvis.

I’m so surprised, his cock slides from my mouth and I gasp. He drops me onto his body, so my knees are against his shoulders. Since I like when he licks me, I don’t fight. Instead, I wait to feel his mouth on my pussy.

It doesn’t come.

Killian moves his leg so his calf presses against the back of my head. “Get your face back down there.”

The pressure of his strong thigh drives my head lower, pressing my face against him and the mattress. I’m trapped and can’t easily breathe. In a momentary panic, I try to rise, but his leg pushes harder until I collapse back down.

“Killian!” My voice is muffled, and I’m not sure he can hear how stressed it sounds.

He swats my ass. “Get your mouth where it belongs, and I’ll ease off.”

Asshole!

I burrow my arms into position so my fingers can lift him back to my mouth. When I tongue the head of his cock, his leg moves off me.

“Good girl.” Killian slides back toward the headboard, taking me with him.

It’s strange to have my body curled at this angle with my legs higher than my shoulders, like I’m diving into water. Then I feel the scrape of his whiskers against my inner thigh and his mouth closes on my pussy.

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