Page 84 of Wicked Games

His chuckle is dark and laced with promise as he adds a second finger. The stretch and burn intensifies, so does the feeling of being too full, but it all blurs together and creates something addictive and wonderful that only makes me want more.

I’m panting and moaning up a storm under him as he stretches me, and I sigh contentedly when he works a third finger inside me. I’m so far gone I welcome the added burn and twinges of pain and immediately push back on him. It’s so good, but it’s not enough.

I can’t hold back my cry when he drags his fingers over my prostate and a little zing of pleasure rockets through me. I’ve never played with mine before, and I didn’t really believe that it’s some sort of magical pleasure button, but holy goddamn crap, it really is. I clench and tighten around him, the most delicious feelings consuming me as he nails that spot over and over again.

“Please,” I half beg, half whimper as he rubs my spot like he’s trying to summon a genie from a magic lamp.

“Please, what?” he rasps in my ear. “Please fuck you?”

“Yes!” I don’t even care about how desperate I am, how I must look to him. All I can think about is how much I don’t just want him, but how much Ineedhim. “Fuck me, Killian.”

He lets out a low, feral sound and pulls his fingers out of me. I cry out at both the feeling of being empty and how damn hot this is. I love knowing I’ve reduced my dirty-talking stepbrother to nothing more than grunts and snarls.

He lifts off of me and works his hand between us as he uses his knees to push my legs together again. I sigh and press my cheek against the sheets, my body almost boneless as he notches his cock against my hole.

“Jerk off while I get inside you,” he rasps in my ear.

I slide my hand under my body but can’t do more than grip my cock with his weight pressing me down into the mattress. Instead of jerking off like he said, I hold my dick and focus on the moment so I can remember every second of him pushing inside me for the first time.

With a gentle punch of his hips, he pops through my outer ring and buries his cockhead inside me.

We both groan as he keeps pushing, tunneling deeper until my body locks up tight. He pauses and mouths at the side of my neck, giving me a chance to get used to having his cock in me.

It’s so good, but it also feels weird, and I have to fight my natural instincts that want to force him out.

He goes a little heavier over me, and that added pressure helps me relax enough that he sinks in a bit more. I have no fucking clue why being completely helpless and at his mercy is so hot, but I’m not about to fight it. He already knows I’m into this, no point pretending otherwise.

The burn and pain come back with a vengeance as he finally bottoms out, and I have the most insane urge to kiss him. To just turn my face and capture his lips under mine.

But I don’t because that’s not what this is about. It’s fucking and nothing more. Instead of letting those fanciful thoughts derail things, I clench around his length until a jolt of painshoots through me and empties my mind, allowing me to focus on the fact that my stepbrother has his dickinsideme.

Killian mouths at my neck again, not biting or even sucking, and the teasing touch helps me let go of the last of my distraction as he rocks his hips and drags his length in and out of me. The pain is completely gone now, and I instinctively push back against him the best I can while being pinned down.

He wraps his hand around my neck, and I press against it, forcing him to hold me tighter. He gives me my wish and squeezes my throat. He isn’t pushing down on my arteries this time, and the lack of air hits hard and fast as the world around me goes fuzzy and everything feels just the slightest bit out of sync.

My entire body is tingling, electricity dancing between us everywhere we’re touching. Each drag of his dick sends a ripple of pleasure through me as his weight forces my dick to move through the circle of my hand with every thrust of his hips.

Everything feels good, and I sink into the moment and enjoy being used. I don’t even care if I come. I just want to keep feeling him over me, around me.Inme.

Just as the world dims, Killian releases the pressure on my throat and bites down on my shoulder. The pain is intense, but so damn good I let out a garbled cry as my entire body lights up with pleasure.

Killian’s groan is low and deep and so damn hot it sends a shiver of need through me as his pace goes erratic and his hips stutter. He’s going so hard I’m rocking on the bed, and waves of pleasure shoot through me as my cock moves through my pinned hand with each thrust of his hips. He tightens his grip on my throat again, and I gasp under the added pressure.

I have no idea how long we stay like that as Killian fucks me within an inch of my life, alternating between cutting off my air and giving me just enough oxygen to stay conscious.

Then Killian’s hand is gone from my throat, then he’s lifting off me. I lay there, disoriented and delirious with need as my head slowly clears, thanks to the influx of oxygen I’m able to gulp in.

The sound of skin on skin breaks through my haze, and I look over my shoulder. Killian is kneeling over me, his big hand working his cock as he stares at my ass in a way that can only be described as possessive.

His eyes flick to mine, and our gazes lock. He’s magnificent over me, all flashing eyes and bulging muscles under his dark clothes.

He tears his gaze from mine and looks back down at my ass. A second later, his hips jerk, and he lets out a strangled cry as his cock pulses in his hand.

I watch greedily as he shoots his load all over my ass. The wet splash of his cum is beyond hot, and I moan happily as he pushes his still-spurting dick inside me, filling me with the rest of his release as he fucks me through his orgasm.

I lay under him, boneless and moaning like the whore I apparently am, as he pulls his cock out of me and rubs every last drop of his cum into my skin. I have no fucking clue why this is so hot or why I liked spending all of yesterday knowing I was carrying a piece of him around on me, but right now I’m beyond caring.

When he finally lifts his eyes to meet mine, the look in them is so dark and intense that I stop breathing.

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