Going Deep (Imperfect Love 2)

I suck on the tip and a bit of precum drips out. It’s salty on my tongue and has me thirsty for more. Killian’s grip on my hair tightens. My gaze goes up, and his eyes, which scream hunger and want, are locked with mine. Lifting his dick up slightly, I run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, my eyes never leaving his. When my tongue returns to the swollen head, more cum has leaked out. I lick it clean.

“Jesus, fuck,” Killian groans. I take him completely into my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. He growls out as he tries to stop himself from thrusting. I pull back slightly and then take him all the way into my mouth again. With every bob of my head, his dick grows thicker, more cum dripping out. His grunts and groans are getting louder, and in return, I feel myself dripping wet. I know he’s getting close when I feel his dick swell, and I prepare myself to swallow him. But before that happens, my hair is pulled and my mouth pops off his dick.

Killian lifts me from the ground and throws me onto the couch. He tears my clothes from my body, then spreads my legs and pushes into me. I’m drenched and he slides right in, bottoming the hell out. My back arches in pleasure, my butt lifts off the cushion, and I’m moved several inches up. One of his hands takes both of mine and pins them above my head, the other grips my throat to hold me in place. And then he begins to fuck me. I’ve never seen him like this. So overcome with emotion. With every thrust, my climax rises closer to the surface. My ankles lock around his bare ass. His thrusts get deeper, harder, rougher. His eyes never leave mine. My orgasm reaches the edge and spills over. I throw my head back, his grip on my throat tightening. My eyes close and I swear I see stars as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

Killian’s thrusts turn savage, unrestrained, and then he’s growling out his orgasm. His fingers leave my throat and I take in a deep breath, air quickly filling my lungs. His lips land on mine and he kisses me with such love, my heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“I’m the luckiest fucking guy alive,” he whispers against my mouth when the kiss ends. “I get to keep you and kiss you and make love to you for the rest of our lives.” He kisses me again and then pulls out.

“You paid off all my debt and deposited a shit ton of money into my account,” I tell him now that my head isn’t fogged up.

His eyes go wide. “You’re my wife.” That’s the only explanation he gives, because to him, me being his wife means he has the right to do what he did. I knew this would happen. It’s who he is.

“Next time you talk to me first.” I give him a stern look that has the corners of his lips twitching to break into a smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees, clearly happy I didn’t give him more shit. I wanted to. Believe me, I did. But I know what he did came from a good place. He loves me and wants to be, as Olivia would say, my prince charming. I’ve been doing this alone for so long, but I don’t have to anymore. And knowing it’s Killian by my side, I don’t want to.

Twenty-Seven

Killian

The entire drive to the condo, Giselle has been quiet and kind of…fidgety. She keeps checking her phone, but when I ask her if everything is okay, she tells me everything is fine. The driver pulls into the parking garage and jumps out to help us with our bags. I grab our suitcases, which are significantly heavier than they were when we left, since we had to purchase beach attire when we arrived in Cozumel, and then Giselle insisted on buying several mementos from the touristy shops to remember our trip.

When we get to the door, she steps in front of it. “I need to go in first. Wait here.” She plucks my key from my fingers, which is strange since she should have her own. A few minutes later, she calls out my name and I take that as my cue to enter. The condo has been completely redone. The walls, which were once a plain off-white are now a deeper shade of cream, with the back wall a dark coffee color. New art fills the walls. The furniture is the same, but a new leather recliner has been added to the mix. New pillows are in the corners of the couches. There’s a new rug. And this is only the living room.