Page 48 of Her Marine
Killian grabbed both of Journee’s wrists, pulling her arms behind her as he pulled her up, continuing to fuck her. He leaned back, angling himself to abuse that bundle of nerves inside of her. This new position, new angle caused punched-out moans to leave Journee mixed with the occasional gasp.
“Fuck, right there, baby. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, and Killian had no intention of doing so.
He rolled his hips on each thrust, moaning at the way she began to grip his dick, her pussy starting to convulse around him, and he knew that she was on the verge of cumming again. Knew that it would only be a few more thrusts for him to push her over the edge.
Leaning over as he continued to fuck her, Killian ran his tongue up the middle of her back before placing his lips to her ear and moaning deep within his throat.
“Fuck!” Journee exclaimed, and he couldn’t help burying his face in her neck and smirking before it was wiped from his face when he found himself groaning at the tight grip her pussy had on his dick as she came.
He stayed deep inside her, rotating his hips as he released her arms, and Journee fell onto the bed. He followed her, bracing himself on his elbow and nipping at her shoulder.
“You’re going to soak the bed, baby,” he informed her, pulling out, only to allow the excess of her release to escape.
Killian spread her legs apart, bending them at the knees and pushing them up. He’d discovered just how flexible Journee was during the weekend away. When he had her how he wanted her, he laid over her, sliding back in. She shook under him, and he knew that she was sensitive.
He slipped his arms under her, gripping her shoulders. As Killian began to thrust into her, he pulled her down to meet each of them. He knew she was still coming down from her last orgasm, but he was determined to throw her into another one.
Killian placed his lips to her ear, flicking his tongue against her earlobe. “You’re being so good for me, baby. Taking my dick so well.”
He continued to fuck her, speeding up his thrusts as he felt his balls begin to contract and draw up, and he wanted her to cum again, to cum with him.
Killian sat up, grabbed one of her legs, flipped her over, never leaving her body, and began thrusting again as soon as her back hit the bed. He laid over her, propping himself on one elbow as his other hand rubbed her clit. It was only a few seconds before her legs shook around him.
Killian looked deep into those big, brown eyes and whispered, “Good girl.”
“Baby!” she gasped as she shook under him, her orgasm ripping through her and causing her to arch into him.
“Fuck, Journee,” Killian groaned a few seconds later as he felt squirt after squirt of cum filling the condom, his dick twitching inside her.
He kissed her softly, her lips swollen from the treatment they’d received throughout the night. As he kissed her, he slowly pulled out, listening to her gasp softly.
Getting off the bed after breaking the kiss, Killian pulled the condom off, tied it, and made his way into the bathroom to throw it away. He grabbed a towel off the shelf, wet it, and took it into the bedroom, placing it on the bedside table.
Killian got on at the end of the bed, spreading Journee’s legs and kissing her left thigh, nipping at it.
“Killian, it’s after one in the morning,” she told him with a slight whine, and he smirked against her skin.
“I’m aware,” he responded, switching to her other thigh and biting it, pulling a groan from her. “Is that supposed to mean something?”
“It means that we’ve been at it for a couple of hours and should be ready to sleep.”
“Sleep is overrated,” Killian started, licking up her slit, and Journee moaned. “When I could be eating your pussy and fucking you to more orgasms.” He spread her lips and circled his tongue around her clit. “So, tell me to stop or let me eat in peace before fucking you until you can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”
Killian looked up at her and watched her swallow before she took her bottom lip between her teeth and spread her legs more, giving him better access. He smiled at her.
“Eyes on me. Watch me, baby. Let me hold you hostage,” Killian paraphrased his words from the bowling alley to her before leaning in and sucking her clit into his mouth. He’d said several things that night, and she would experience them all before they left the bed.
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Journee stretched, hearing a few bones pop. She was sore all over, her throat included. She glanced at the clock seeing that it was after one in the afternoon. She felt she could sleep longer, but her body demanded she get up and relieve herself. She sat up slowly, feeling her muscles scream in protest. It was like she’d participated in an intense contact sport the night before.
Killian wasn’t in bed beside her, and Journee figured he was somewhere in the house, or maybe he’d left for a bit. Standing, she swung her feet off the side of the bed, and her knees almost gave out. Journee caught herself on the side of the bed, getting her feet under her.
Why was she still unsteady on her legs? Granted, she hadn’t used them much. After they’d had sex, she’d gone straight to sleep. He’d woken her once, making her cum several times before she’d drifted off again.
She went to the bathroom on shaky legs to relieve her bladder. Once she was done, she washed her hands before securing her hair on her head. Journee had just finished brushing her teeth when Killian stepped into the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and looked as good as he did naked.
Journee found that she wasn’t the only one staring. Her eyes returned to his, only to find his gray ones taking in her naked body.
