Page 96 of Arrogant Bastard

“Do you like it, Killian?” I tease.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promises raggedly.

The heat of his words makes me wetter. The penultimate chorus of the song warns me I’m running out of time. Still undulating, I extend my legs and tighten my thigh muscles for more stability and then release the pole to pull on the strings of my bikini top. The sensation of my breasts spilling free is so arousing that I cup them and moan.

“Christ, Faith, I…can’t take it…”

I glance over at him, the man I love, and the look in his eyes tugs at the very heart of my emotions. I have so much to make up for, and for the first time in a decade, I attempt to pray for a second chance I don’t deserve.

He groans, and my attention refocuses on him. He’s flushed and his cock is gripped in his hand. Time for a little deliverance.

The music is ending. I take a hold of the pole again and nod to the nightstand as I glide back down. “A present in the drawer for you.”

He doesn’t move for a moment. Then he throws an arm out to tug the drawer open. Unsteady fingers scramble inside and emerge holding the bottle of lube.

Turbulent blue eyes find mine, and he swallows hard. In silence, I tug at the side fastening of my thong and pull the leather from my body, leaving me in the garter, chaps, and heels. I’m naked where it counts, and I can’t wait to be owned.

Raising my arms, I grip the pole above my head. “Come and get it, big guy.”

Killian vaults off the bed, kicks off his pants, and then prowls toward me. When he reaches for his shirt, I shake my head.

“Keep it on, please.” There’s something dark and wildly sexy about his long hair and open shirt. He’s already on the edge but I want him even wilder.

When he reaches me, he sets the bottle down by my feet. Then he cups my boobs, urgently thumbing the peaks as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth in an almost brutal kiss. After a minute, he raises his head. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me with that body? That sensational mouth?”

My gaze tracks his magnificent body to the stiff, veined cock. “Some,” I murmur.

He kisses me again for a longer spell before he transfers his attention to my breasts. He licks and sucks them till they’re raw and beyond sensitive. Until the slickness between my legs coats my inner thighs. He smells me and curses. “If I go anywhere near that pussy, I’m fucked. Turn around. Keep your hands on the pole. Don’t let go.”

Need drenches me as I obey. “Yes.”

His hands frame my hips and tugs me backward until my ass cheeks cradle his cock. He pumps his hips a couple of times, groaning through the tortured bliss.

“I can’t wait to be inside that tight ass, baby.”

My hands shake with the effort to contain my emotions. “Hurry, please.”

He reaches for the bottle. In the next moment, warm oil dribbles on my lower back. I hear the bottle hit the floor again, right before his hand glides the lube to where he needs it. The touch of his thumb against my butthole zips electricity through me.

My wild trembling draws a rough sound from his throat. His hand leaves my waist to grab one breast as the other continues to caress my puckered hole. The sensation of him tugging on my nipple as he applies pressure on my back passage is like nothing I’ve felt before. But I know a greater pleasure is coming.

His thumb slips past the tight ring, and the burn lights up my whole body. “Argh!”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls as he glides his slick digit in and out of me. His other hand continues to work my nipple, and I feel the first rumblings of an orgasm.

“Jesus, you’re going to come just from this, aren’t you?” he asks in a voice draped with more awe than I deserve.

“Killian…”

He leans close and brushes a kiss on my jaw. “I need more time with that beautiful ass or I’ll hurt you, baby. So if you need to come now, go for it. But I’m taking a piece of that action too.”

He rams his cock in my pussy a split second later. The sensation of his double impalement rips my orgasm from me. “Oh…oh God!”

“Yes!” he shouts through gritted teeth.

We both shake as I spasm endlessly around him.

“I need you, baby. So bad. I’m sorry…,” he whispers in my ear.

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