Page 15 of Sold to the Titan

He pulls back, looking at me with a cheeky smile that makes him all the more irresistible. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he says, his hands sliding down my back to my ass, squeezing gently. “Do you know what else I’ve been wanting to do?” He slides his hand into the slit in my dress and up my leg and thigh, sending tingles across my skin.

“What?” I manage with a soft moan as he gradually works his fingers between my thighs. My legs instinctively part for him, giving him access.

“As much as I love that dress on you,” Cillian drawls, his mouth finding my neck. “I’ve been dreaming of peeling it off you all night. I imagined teasing you and making you wet for me,” he says, then drops to his knees in front of me.

I gasp, my eyes growing wide with shock. “W-what are you doing?”

“Grab onto the counter, love,” Cillian warns, his voice dark. I do as he says and watch with a mixture of shock and excitement as he lifts my right leg and throws it over his shoulder. My dress rides up to my waist, baring the lower part of my body. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, my grip tightening painfully on the countertop as anticipation builds in my veins.

Cillian starts to rub his thumb over my pussy through the material of my panties in slow, skillful strokes. A needy moanfalls from my lips, my breaths coming out in short pants. I close my eyes, throwing my head back as he continues to caress me. Switching from his thumb to his middle finger, he starts to rub harder across the crotch of my panties, stroking back and forth until my underwear is soaked through with my wetness.

“Oh god, Cillian,” I moan, unable to help myself. “That feels so good.”

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps massaging my clit through my soaked panties. My knees are getting weaker, threatening to buckle. With one finger, he pushes the silky material between my folds, drawing a loud cry from me. Gently, he drops my leg to the ground and pulls my panties down, lifting my legs so he can pull them off completely.

Then he rises to his feet and lifts me onto the counter, his powerful, lean body pressing deliciously against me. His deep blue eyes meet mine with a staggering intensity, and without taking his eyes off mine, he slides a finger into me.

I moan his name, my body buckling from the sudden wave of pleasure. He spreads my legs wider with his other hand and continues sliding his finger in and out of me in slow, torturous strokes. Suddenly he leans down, his mouth closing over my hard, aching clit. I gasp, almost falling off the counter as my body trembles at the sensation. Cillian repositions me, then pulls his finger from my pussy and shocks me by sliding it into my asshole, while his thumb gently presses down on my clit.

“Oh my god!” I gasp. I didn’t think a finger in my ass could feel so good—I’d never even imagined it. It feels like my body and all of my senses are overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Do you like that, kitten?” he asks, pushing his finger in deeper, his thumb relentlessly stroking my clit.

I let out a helpless moan, suddenly incapable of speaking or even forming a coherent thought. Cillian chuckles wickedly and continues to drive me crazy with his hand, his erection pulsing wildly against my thighs.

“How do you feel, Aria?” he asks, pushing his finger deeper until it’s completely buried inside me. Then he starts to wiggle his finger around in circles. “Tell me how this makes you feel.”

Of course, I’m unable to speak, almost out of my mind with need. “P-please…” I manage after a while, begging for relief only he can grant. “Please, Cillian.”

“Why are you begging me, kitten?” His gentle voice contradicts the ruthless strokes of his fingers. “What do you want?”

“You,” I breathe.

A slow smile of satisfaction spreads across Cillian’s handsome face.

“My pleasure,” he says, removing his finger from my ass and stepping in between my legs. He drops his trousers and underwear to the floor, then grabs his stiff cock and gives it a few pumps. There’s something so intimate and erotic about watching him touch himself, and I would love to watch him longer, but then he pushes his tip against my entrance and every thought flies out of my head.

“Now tell me what you want,” he says, his voice huskier, less controlled.

I put my arms around his neck, leaning forward. “Fuck me, Cillian,” I whisper into his ear.

He inches forward, slowly sliding into me. “Again, my pleasure,” he says, nipping at my lower lip. I moan, and he slides his tonguebetween my lips, groaning into my mouth as he thrusts deeper into me. He pulls out all the way and pushes back in, harder. Deeper. Slowly but surely, he continues to fuck me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy, bringing me back only to push me over the edge again.

My body, my pussy, everything within me feels like it’s on fire, ready to combust at any moment. And just when I start to think the pleasure can’t build any higher, Cillian eases out of me and positions his tip against my asshole.

“Hold on tight, love,” he says gruffly, placing his hands over mine on the counter. “I’m about to fuck you senseless. In your ass,” he adds, slowly rubbing his tip against my hole, holding my gaze. “Tell me if it feels uncomfortable. I’ll stop.”

But I don’t want him to stop. I want him to fill me in every way possible, fuck every hole in my body… Without saying a word, I push gently against him, taking his head in. Cillian grunts, muttering a curse under his breath as he pushes deeper into me. Though he’s slick from my pussy, it still feels uncomfortable at first. My asshole strains around his huge shaft, stretching to accommodate him, then suddenly it gives way, opening up a whole new world of sensations.

Cillian smashes his mouth against mine in a deep, hard kiss, sucking my tongue into his mouth, thrusting into my ass with loud, feral grunts. I hold on tight, kissing him back, taking all he’s willing to give and giving as much as I take.

This is different from the other times we’ve been together. There’s something special about this moment, something that drives the connection between us beyond what it was, to unimaginable depths. He’s fucking me harder now, every movement frantic.

My moans have grown weaker, hoarse. I can’t take anymore. I feel like I’ll drop dead from an overload of pleasure any second now. I let go, leaving my body to succumb to a nerve-racking, body-racking soul-jerking orgasm. The feeling of my body clenching around him pushes Cillian over the edge as well, and he drives into my ass in one last powerful stroke before he comes apart, spurting deep inside of me.

We cling tightly to each other for a long time, until our bodies are calm and our breathing regulated, until it doesn’t feel like the world is a spinning abyss anymore. Then Cillian drops his head onto my shoulder and whispers in my ear—

“I love you, Aria.”

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