Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
When he takes a break from dominating my mouth, he kisses his way along my jaw, and my head tilts back as he makes his way down my neck. The building exterior is cold against my back, but his hands are all over me and my skin feels flushed.
“Killian, we have to stop,” I say softly, despite it being the last thing I want to do. He’s going to get me too worked up, and then I won’t be able to think straight while we finish our tour.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Who’s gonna make me?”
I crack a smile. “The French police, if you keep this up.”
He chuckles, but he doesn’t stop. He nips lightly at my neck, and I feel it in my pussy. “Let ’em come for me, but they’ll have to wait until I’m finished with you to drag me off.”
“Killian, I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he says, pushing my coat open more so he can palm my tit through my dress. He squeezes, and a soft, helpless moan slips out of me.
“Please,” I say, but my body gets confused when the word slips out. I can’t tell if I’m asking him to stop, or not to.
I get my answer when he releases my breast and I feel slightly disappointed. But the disappointment is quickly replaced by alarm when he reaches down and gathers a fistful of black lace, bunching it up my thighs.
“Killian.” Startled, I look up into his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the sights.” He kisses me again, but I think this time it’s to shut me up. He pushes his hand down the front of my borrowed tights, and I gasp against his mouth.
“Killian,” I whisper urgently, trying to push his hand away. “We can’t. Not here.”
He ignores my weak attempt to stop him, using his fingers to spread my pussy and shove a finger into me. I moan softly at the unexpected intrusion, my head falling back against the cold building.
A chill shoots straight through me. I don’t know if from it’s the cold or the fear of getting caught, but I can’t hold on to it when he starts teasing me. It feels too fucking good.
“If you want to go back inside,” he whispers against my ear, his breath warm and tantalizing, “you have to come for me first.”
Oh my god.
“I can’t,” I tell him, caught between desire and fear as he strokes my pussy.
“No?”
I shake my head.
He curls his finger, brushing my clit and drawing a helpless shudder out of me. “I think you can. In fact, I know you can, and if you don’t want to come on my fingers, I’ll have to give you something else to come on.”
My heart flutters, and I look anxiously at the door.
“No.” He grips my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. He holds my gaze as he plunges his finger deeper, and I gasp, my body arching away from the wall. “That’s it,” he says, his voice warm with approval. “You stay with me while I play with this perfect pussy.”
I don’t want to, but when he draws his finger back, then shoves into me again, I can’t ignore the need he’s stoking inside me. He’s rough with my pussy, fucking it with his fingers like he would his cock.
Maybe it’s his roughness, maybe it’s knowing how easily we could get caught out here, but it’s not long before the telltale tremble in my thighs tells me I’m getting close.
Close enough not to care about getting caught.
I whine softly, arching against the building and rocking against his hand.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, my eyes drifting closed.
“You want more?”
I nod mindlessly, riding his hand.
“Good. Because I changed my mind.”
“Hmm?” I murmur, unable to concentrate on anything except the building tension as I grab the edge of the building, trying to hold on to something because I feel my climax approaching and I know I’m about to fall to pieces.
Then, just when I’m gasping and reaching for the promise of that delicious pleasure, he pulls his finger out of me.
No!
I gasp for breath, confused and a little disoriented at first. I look around for why he stopped, but there’s still no one out here.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
It takes a second for his command to register. “What?”
Rather than repeat himself, he grabs me and pulls me away from the wall, then forces me down to my knees.
I look up at him once I’m down there, feeling vulnerable and a bit uncertain.
“Beautiful,” he says, reaching down and tenderly caressing my face. Then he lets go and walks around to get behind me.
I brace my hands on the ground, but my tummy flips with nerves. “Killian, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He isn’t listening.
He gets down on the ground behind me.