Page 122 of Fifth Avenue Fling

God… it feels amazing.

Maybe… just maybe…

“Let go, beautiful,” he says softly below me. “I can feel that you want to.”

My body quivers. Killian is relentless. He’s not stopping until I come. It feels like this could go on forever.

I don’t know if it’s the pressure building in my core or the look of pure pleasure on his face that tips me over the edge, but… wow, this is actually happening.

I’m there.

“Yes, beautiful, let it happen. You deserve to feel so good.”

I’m coming… I’m coming on his tongue.

My legs spasm as I let out breathy, jerky moans, gripping his hair tightly as the flutters in my core become intense waves of pleasure throughout my body.

I collapse onto the bed, my arms and legs like jelly. “You did it,” I gasp, staring at the ceiling. “Thank you.”

He chuckles low and husky as he brings himself level with me. “No need to thank me. The pleasure was all mine.”

I give him a silly grin. “You must have a really strong jaw.”

“Nah.” His blue eyes shine at mine. “Just a really big appetite.”

I don’t remember falling asleep. But when I wake up in the morning, I’m under the covers, and Killian is gone.

TWENTY-SIX

Killian

Two weeks later

“Eyes locked on me,” I command.

She obediently lifts her chin and locks her gaze onto mine as she takes my hard shaft down her throat.

“Yes, that’s it. Show me how much you want it. Take me like a good girl.”

My mind savors the sight of her; her vibrant emerald eyes alive with emotion, her freckled nose and voluptuous lips enveloping my cock in her mouth. This vision has been playing in my head nonstop,stealingme away from work.

How could I not after the filthy few weeks we’ve had? My cock has had so much stimulation that I’m amazed it’s still intact.

“Yes, beautiful,” I groan as I hit the back of her throat and shudder. I clench her locks in my fingers, resisting the temptation to thrust even harder. “That’s it. Keep doing that. Good girl.”

Damn.

Sensory fucking overload. Every suck feels incredible, sending tingling vibrations straight down my spine. The warmth of her pretty mouth, the little whimpers she makes, the look in her eyes that shows how much she wants to please me as the water drips off her face and chest from the shower.

Am I wrong to find her gagging so arousing?

Her pace quickens as she slides my throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, devouring me from base to tip.

“So. Damn. Good,” I pant through gritted teeth, pressing one hand against the shower wall.

Now I’ve taken control. I’m fucking her mouth. I let out a hard, heavy groan and fist her hair tighter as I thrust into her mouth.

She makes a soft mewling sound. I have to force myself to check that she’s not in pain, but when she looks up at me with those big green eyes, all I see is that she wants to please me.

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