Page 91 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“You okay?”

I nod, unable to form words.

His eyes hold mine as he pushes his cock deeper inside me. His mouth ajar, he lets out a shuddery breath, closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against mine. “Damn.I’ve wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you.”

The sight of him so worked up, the feel of him filling me up, his words… I’m in danger of collapsing on the floor.

“Fuuuck.” A growl rumbles from his throat as my muscles clench hard and territorial around him.

“Ahhh,” I moan as he thrusts. I can’t speak. All I know is that this is my new favorite feeling in the world.

His full lips fall open, and he groans my name. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “You feel so fucking good. Amazing.”

My hands roam all over his chest, desperate and amateurish. I don’t care.

His voice. His skin. His smell. I need it all.

My shallow moans and mewls are joined by his deep grunts. His eyes hold mine as he drives into me, hitting a spot so deep he can’t possibly get any deeper in me.

I grip his neck for support.

Killian Quinn is fucking me.Killian Quinn’s dick is inside me. I’m so full of him that I can barely remember my own name.

His mouth slackens, and his face softens as he loses control. Seeing him like this just pushes me over the edge even more.

I’m so close.

So, so close to exploding.

“I can’t hold it,” he says through a ragged breath. “I’m going to come.Fuck.”

He groans low and deep. His face strains, his jaw grinds, and a muscle in his forehead jumps as he tries to hold out, waiting for me to orgasm.

But he can’t.

His face contorts with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and his mouth hangs open as he releases into me with a final jerk, holding my hips in place so I can’t move.

I close my eyes and hold him tightly as his body relaxes against mine.

He drops my leg, but his cock stays inside me, keeping me pushed against the wall.

I let out a heavy breath, pressing my head against his chest.

Then something… changes. The air changes, the mood changes… he changes.

His whole body stiffens under my touch. He breaks the embrace, pulling out of me. Now he can’t even look me in the eye.

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”

“W-What?” I stammer, trying to keep up with his words. “What do you mean?”

My heart thuds as I wait for him to smile.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, not meeting my eyes as he discards the condom in the bin and pulls up his boxers. His mouth forms a hard line. “Forget this happened.”

Is he for real?

I stare at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what to say, but he ignores me.

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