Charming Asshole (Killer of Kings 3)

This had him pulling away, and staring into her eyes. “You want me?”

“Yes. I want you. Please don’t make me wait another moment.”

“But you wanted to wait.”

“Not anymore.”

He wasn’t about to question why she had changed her mind. There was no time to take her to his bed. Tearing at her jeans, he had them around her ankles within seconds as he unbuckled his belt and loosened his zipper. Her panties were gone with one hard yank, and he felt more animal than man at this point. Releasing her hands from above her head, he lifted her up, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance. He stared into her eyes, losing himself in her body, thrusting every single inch of his cock inside her.

“Oh, God. Yes!”

She cried out, throwing her head back as he seated himself to the hilt within her. Neither of them moved for a second as he basked in the feel of her pussy tightening around his cock. It had been another lifetime since he’d felt this kind of pleasure. There hadn’t been another woman in his life. June had been the only one for him, and that was how it was always going to stay.

Finally, after seconds, minutes, what felt like hours passed, she looked at him, her eyes filled with desire.

“You feel amazing, baby,” he said.

“So do you.” She licked her dry lips, which had his cock pulsing as a fresh wave of arousal filled him from that one action. She moaned. “It still feels perfect.”

He knew what she meant as he felt exactly the same way. Gripping her ass, he held her still, resting his head against her chest. There was no need for them to rush. They had these few precious moments. He knew that reality would soon set in and that he had a time limit. There was someone out there, determined to take her away, but he wouldn’t let it happen, no fucking way. June was his woman, and he was going to protect her. Ten years ago, he had allowed another woman and her son to live. Now those very same people he’d shown mercy to were intent on killing his woman and son. He wouldn’t let that stand, not now, not ever.

Pulling out of her tight heat, he stared into her eyes as he began to slow

ly but surely fuck her. This was not how he’d envisioned their first time, but he couldn’t hold back. Slamming his cock inside her, he filled her sweet pussy, and moaned with each hard thrust. The fridge wobbled, the bottles inside clattering. She was so wet, so slick—just heaven. Her round curves were even more of a turn-on for him, giving him something to hold on to.

He wanted to see her tits, wanted to drown in them. Tearing open her shirt, he tugged her breasts out of the cups, and groaned as they began to bounce with every single thrust of his cock. Killian loved her big tits. She’d ripened into perfection over the years.

“You’re beautiful, June, so beautiful.”

“I’m different than you remember.”

“To me you’re more perfect than ever before.” He had to taste her. Damn it, he wanted it all, and as he pulled out of her cunt, sinking to his knees before her, he was intent on having everything.

Lifting her leg up over his shoulder, he teased her clit with his fingers, sliding through her slit, and getting her nice and wet. She whimpered his name, but he wouldn’t hear any of it. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, teasing her as he plunged two fingers inside her cunt.

“I’ve dreamed of this pretty little pussy. Now it’s all mine.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, her cream on his tongue, and she tasted divine. He wanted to sample every single inch of her, to come inside her, and fill her, mark her. Fuck it, he wanted her to have more of his children, and surround her with the love that he had failed to do these past ten years. He was going to make up for all of his failings, and show her that there was no one else but him. He was the love of her life, and he wouldn’t back down without a fight.

“Oh, that feels so good, Killian,” she said.

She thrust her pussy onto his face, and he lapped her up, tasting her, teasing her, driving her wild. He was the only one who would get to do this. There was no one else, not that fucking cop either. Killian didn’t like the jealousy that washed over him, but he could deal with the cop, and intended to.

Staring up her body, he watched as she gave herself to him. All of her control was lost in the pleasure of his tongue, and he relished seeing her come apart knowing deep down that he was the only one to do it. She belonged to him in every single way that mattered.

“Come for me,” he said. “Come on my fucking face, June. Let me drink you up. I want it all.”

She gasped, and it was as if his command set her off.

Her orgasm was strong, hard, and he kept her over the edge, prolonging her pleasure as she screamed his name, over and over again. He wasn’t done with her. Killian held her up as he licked at her pussy. Only when he knew she couldn’t take anymore did he pull her toward the floor. Spreading her legs, he took hold of his cock, and filled her pussy, feeling her new heat. She was so wet that he had to grit his teeth to control himself. He didn’t want to come like a damn teenage boy.

He was an experienced man, but their time apart made it next to impossible for him to control himself.

Within a few thrusts of his hips, he filled her, his cum spurting deep inside her pussy. He hadn’t used a condom, and he hoped that he had given her another child.

Killian wanted to find a means of keeping her close to him at all times.

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