Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I try to match the hunger of his kiss with my own, but my inexperienced tongue gets tangled in his. His tongue takes back control. This time, I let him do what he wants, and I just enjoy the way he molds us together with just his tongue.

Killian breaks away from my lips as his hand finds my hair and releases the clip holding it up. His eyes follow my curls as they bounce down my back. His hand tangles into my hair as his lips find mine again, deepening the kiss.

I moan as he tugs softly on my locks.

I’ve never been controlled by a man before. Eli is really my only experience other than Brent—if that could even be called a sexual experience. And Eli was always soft, gentle, thoughtful. He didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body, not like this man attacking me with his body.

Killian’s hand finds my ass, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard body beneath me. He carries me to the bedroom. I moan from the movement of my already drenched pussy rubbing against him with every step.

He drops me on the bed before his eyes admire my body. I bite my lip as I watch his eyes take in my black bra and panties. For the first time tonight, I feel happy that I chose this see-through lace dress.

His eyes stay on my body as he slowly and deliberately removes my high heels. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, but I know it will soon be replaced when he removes his clothes. When my shoes are off, I stand and turn around. I lift my hair off my neck.

Killian knows what I’m asking without me having to say a word. His hand finds the zipper, and he slowly pulls it down. I feel his hot breath on my neck the whole time, each breath sending shivers down my spine.

I drop my hair, and he slowly turns me around until I’m facing him. He cups my chin in his hand, and his thumb softly strokes my cheek.

“I need to hear you say it.”

His words are cryptic, but I know what he’s asking. I try to make my eyes as lust-filled as possible when I look at him. I know, no matter what I say, my words won’t be enough for him, if my body isn’t saying the same thing. And I’m not going to let him get away with just letting his lips and tongue taste me. I want more. I’m desperate for his cock to be inside me. I’m desperate to feel what a real release feels like from a man experienced in giving me what I want.

“I want you,” I say.

He takes a deep breath before pushing our bodies together. “Not good enough.” His eyes have grown intense with burning need.

I moan as his lips crush against my neck, sending more chills throughout my body.

“I need you.”

He shakes his head against my neck. “Not good enough.”

His hand presses against my soaked panties covering my pussy.

“Fuck,” I let out.

His lips smile just a little against my neck. His lips move back to mine as he slips one finger into my panties. My breath catches in my throat at his slow, torturous touch.

I can’t not have him. I can’t let him walk away from this. I’ll die if he doesn’t take me.

His lips along with his finger finally pull away from me. I whimper at the loss of his touch. I grab ahold of his neck and shoulders, barely able to stand. My breathing is fast, and my heartbeat is erratic. I do my best t

o catch my breath before I speak, but I can’t.

I look into his hungry whiskey-colored eyes and say the dirtiest but also the most truthful thing that has ever escaped my lips, “Fuck me, Killian. Take me, own me, control me. I can’t survive another second without knowing how your cock feels inside me.”

His head cocks slightly as he smiles brighter than I’ve ever seen. “It will be my pleasure.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his whole body changes to another level. I didn’t know that another level of intensity could exist between two people. I was wrong.

My dress falls down my body as his shirt comes off. His pants fall quickly, and he steps out as he pushes me back onto the bed.

He kisses me now like I’m the only woman he ever wants to kiss, like I make him whole. And when he kisses me, I feel the same way. Our hands link together high over my head as his erection presses between my legs.

I feel my nipples growing hard beneath my bra, begging to be touched. He senses my need and releases my hands to unhook my bra. The cold air makes my nipples perk higher. He palms my breast with his hand as the ache grows in my swollen breasts. He finds my nipple and squeezes roughly.

“Fuck,” I moan.

He smiles. “I think I like your dirty mouth.”