Page 68 of Wicked Games

I immediately obey and clasp my hands together.

“You want it?”

I lick my lips.

He lets out another of those too-sexy growls and rips his jeans open. I watch hungrily as he pulls his cock out. He’s big and hard and already slick with precum.

I want to dive forward and swallow him until he’s pressing down my throat and I’m choking on it, but I hold back.

Killian lets out a little rumble of approval and gives himself a few hard strokes.

I part my lips. Not enough for him to shove his dick between them, but just enough to show that I want it.

One of his hands closes around the back of my head as he grips himself by the base with the other. I let him pull me forward, already anticipating how incredible it’s going to feel when I finally have him in my mouth again.

“You love this.” He holds me in place and traces his tip over my lips, painting them with his precum. “Show me how much.”

Dutifully, I lick my lips, not bothering to hide my moan as his taste explodes in my senses.

“That’s it.” He taps his cockhead against my lower lip. “Stick that tongue out for me.”

I obey and let my tongue fall out like I’m rolling out a red carpet for him.

He rubs his length over my tongue, slicking it with more of his precum. Everything about the moment is setting my blood on fire, but it’s the way he’s looking at me, how all of his attention is laser-focused on me and what he’s doing to me, that makes it hard to breathe.

Without warning, he shoves his dick into my mouth, not stopping until he’s pressing down my throat.

I cough and choke, my throat spasming around him as my body instinctively fights the intrusion.

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t move as he watches me struggle, his dark eyes taking in every detail like he’s going to be tested on his recall later.

I should be afraid, but I’m not. The lack of air is as exhilarating as it is terrifying, and I sink into it, letting the good feels take over.

Killian abruptly pulls out of my mouth. I cough and choke, but he barely lets me draw in a full breath before he drives into my mouth again.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice hoarse and his eyes wild. “Take it. Take all of me.”

I manage to relax my throat enough that I stop choking as he rocks his hips and fucks my mouth. He’s still holding my head in place, and I moan around his length as he twists his fingers in my hair and gives the strands a hard yank.

I close my eyes as the pain turns into something amazing and mixes with the pleasure already building inside me.

“Look at me,” he rasps, giving my hair another sharp tug.

My eyes snap open.

I’ve never seen him like this. Not even the last time I was on my knees for him. His eyes are wild with need, his dark hair is mussed and falling over his forehead, and his breaths are coming out in sharp bursts, perfectly timed with each snap of his hips.

The click of the door opening is loud in the room, and so is the shriek that follows.

Killian looks over his shoulder, his hips still moving and his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a fast clip.

“What the fuck?” a female voice shrieks.

“Get out,” Killian says calmly.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Get out,” he repeats, not breaking his rhythm. “And close the door behind you.”

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