Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“You knew…knew you wanted this before I even got home.”
I nod. There’s no reason to deny it. I knew I needed Cillian tonight.
He reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube from his nightstand, followed by a condom.
“Do we need that?” I ask, wanting to feel every part of him inside me. “I’m negative. I mean, of course I’m negative. I still get checked, even though I haven’t had anal yet.”
“I get checked monthly. I’ve gotten the all-clear after the last time I was with someone, and I’ve never gone raw before. I also don’t use the kind of drugs where you’d have to worry about a needle or anything.” He plays with a lock of my hair. “I’d love to feel you that way, but it’s up to you.”
I don’t even have to think about it. I pluck the condom from his hand and put it back in the drawer.
“I feel like I’m corrupting you. Don’t hate me for it later. I couldn’t live with myself if you hated me.”
“I won’t…I never could.”
“Come here.” Cillian pulls me toward him, both of us on our sides, facing each other. He lifts my leg so it’s hitched over his hip, bent while the one beneath is straight. He opens the bottle of lube, slicks his fingers, then wraps his arm around me, finger teasing my crease.
A jolt of pleasure shoots through me the second his finger touches my hole, making me gasp.
“You like it already. Do you have a needy little hole?” He circles my rim with his finger.
“Yes…so needy.”
“Fuck, I’m never going to be able to get enough of you. I’m fucking obsessed.” He keeps playing with me, teasing me, making my whole body tremble before he pushes the tip of his finger inside.
“Cillian.” I arch toward him but want to push back on his finger too, craving more of it inside me. He pulls it out, then pushes it back in again, this time deeper. There’s always that moment of…discomfort? But my brain just tells me it’s Cillian, tells me the pleasure is coming, makes me feral for it.
He goes deeper, in and out, making sunbursts dance in my vision.
“That’s it…look at you. You’re pushing back on my finger, taking what you need from me, fucking your tight little hole with my hand like I’m your toy. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me.”
I grab the back of his hair, tugging his mouth down on mine, kissing Cillian while he slides his finger in and out of my ass. He finds my prostate, massaging it, rubbing it, sending the most scintillating pleasure through me.
One finger becomes two, my body having to adjust to something bigger, but it only takes a couple of pumps for that to happen because he was right. I was made for this, made for him. Made to be fucked and possessed by Cillian O’Shea.
He rolls to his back, pulling me on top of him, our cocks moving against one another while we continue to kiss and devour and he uses his fingers on me.
It’s bliss. I can’t imagine what it will feel like when it’s his cock inside me. “More,” I insist.
“God, I love how open you are in your need for me. You don’t know what it does for me, the way it makes me feel—like I’m the most powerful fucking person in the universe.”
I whimper when he pulls his fingers out of me.
“I’m not going anywhere. I just want to see your pretty little hole before I fuck it. Get on your hands and knees for me, that pert ass in the air.”
My dick twitches in excitement, each of Cillian’s words turning me on more. I do as he says, tremble at his curse because I know it’s due to how turned on he is too.
He slicks his fingers again before getting behind me.
“Jesus…it’s so fucking small and tight. So pink. I can’t wait to watch my cock slide in and out of it. I can’t wait to possess every part of your body.”
“Yes. Please.”
He rubs my rim again, teasing me.
“I…do you like it?” I ask, even with his words from a moment ago still in my head. I just need to hear them again.
“I love it. It’s mine. My perfect little hole.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, making me cry out, then immediately pushes another in. The stretch is different this time, more discomfort but more need too.
Cillian works me open, pushing in and pulling out while I ease back toward him, ass hungry for everything he’s willing to give me.
“Look at how open you are for me, how your hole is begging for my dick.”
“Fuck me.”
“Let me hear you say it again. It’s so fun making you say that word.”
“Fuck me, Cillian.” I use his name too because he likes it, and I swear his breath whooshes out like from the valve on a pressure cooker.