Page 76 of Reckless Desires

Killian threads his fingers through my hair, gripping the base of my skull. "Open up," he murmurs, guiding the flushed head toward my lips. "Let's seal our arrangement properly."

My lips part instinctively, tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of moisture gathering at his slit. The flavor explodes on my tongue—musk and something uniquely him. I wrap my lips around the crown, my jaw stretching to accommodate his girth. The skin is velvety soft over steel-hard flesh, pulsing with his heartbeat against my tongue.

"That’s right," Killian breathes out, his hips shifting forward. "You can take more."

I sink down, taking him deeper inch by inch. My throat constricts around him, tears prickling my eyes as I struggle to breathe through my nose. Drool pools in my mouth, dripping down my chin in thick strings. My mascara starts to run, black tracks staining my cheeks as I work him deeper. I should have stuck with the waterproof mascara.

"Look at me," Killian demands, tightening his grip on my hair. I tilt my head back, meeting his eyes as I bob on his cock. His pupils are blown wide with lust, his face flushed with pleasure. "Work for it, Liliana. I’ll teach you all the ways to take a man’s life."

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as I pull back until just the head remains between my lips. My tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge, tracing the prominent vein on the underside. Killian's breath hitches, his thighs tensing beneath my hands.

"Deeper," he grunts, pushing me back down.

I relax my throat, letting him slide in until my nose presses against his pubic bone. The fullness is overwhelming, my airway completely blocked. I pull back, gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. My face is a mess—makeup running, drool dripping, eyes red-rimmed and teary.

"That’s a good girl," Killian praises, his thumb wiping a tear from my cheek.

I dive back in with renewed enthusiasm, my head bobbing faster. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the bar—gagging, slurping, the rhythmic slap of my lips against his skin. My pussy clenches, slick heat soaking my panties. The submission, the raw power exchange, has me trembling with need. I no longer feel powerless. I finally feel like I am back in control in this very moment, despite taking Killian’s demands. It only fuels my arousal.

Killian's breathing grows ragged, his hips thrusting aggressively to meet my mouth. " When I come, don't you dare swallow," he warns, his voice strained. "Hold it in your mouth."

I nod and moan around his thickness, my hands gripping his thighs for support. The pressure builds in my jaw, my muscles screaming in protest, but I don't stop. I want this—to prove myself, to please him, to want whatever comes next.

His cock swells against my tongue, the veins standing out prominently. "Fuck—" His words cut off in a guttural groan as hot cum floods my mouth. The first pulse catches me by surprise, thick and salty against my tongue. More follows, filling me until my cheeks bulge.

I pull back slowly, careful not to spill a drop. Killian's cock glistens in the dim light, still hard despite his release. He holds out his palm, his eyes dark with intent.

"Spit it out," he commands. "Right here."

I lean forward, letting the warm fluid pour from my lips into his waiting hand. It pools in his palm, white and viscous in the soft light. My heart races as I anxiously await what comes next.

"On your feet," he orders, his voice rough with renewed desire. "Hands on the bar."

I scramble to obey. My hands press against the bar top as my nipples brush against it.

"I don’t think you realize what you just signed up for," Killian murmurs, his coated fingers tracing the cleft of my ass.

Behind me, I feel his presence like a furnace, the heat of his body radiating through his expensive suit pants. His fingers, still coated with his own cum, trace the cleft of my exposed ass, the sticky warmth a brand against my skin.

"Spread your legs," Killian's voice cuts through the silence, low and commanding.

I gasp when his cum-filled hand is run through the crack of my ass, making my pussy clench, a fresh wave of wetness soaking my thighs. This wouldn’t be the first time taking it from behind, but it is the first time I am hungry for it.

"Let’s see how this hole holds up," Killian says, his voice closer now.

I feel the pressure of his cockhead against my ass, still slick against the cum. The initial contact makes me jump, a gasp escaping my lips. He's huge, and the tight ring of muscle resists even this slight pressure. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he applies more pressure. The burn starts immediately, a sharp, stretching sensation that makes my eyes water.

"Oh my God," I whisper, the word barely audible.

"God is nothing compared to the stars I’ll make you see.”

With a brutal thrust, he pushes past the initial resistance. The pain is blinding, white-hot and searing. A scream tears from my throat, raw and unrestrained. I’ve done this before but not with anyone this big. It's not just pain, though. Beneath the burning stretch, there's something else—a dark pleasure that makes my toes curl in my heels.

"You’re going to feel me on every inch of your body," Killian groans, sinking deeper inch by agonizing inch.

I clench my hands into fists. The burn intensifies as he pushes deeper, until finally his hips press against my ass.

“Enjoying yourself?” He pulls back slightly, then slams forward again. The movement punches a cry from my lungs, my body rocking with the force. The pain is still there, but now it's mingled with something else, a fullness that sends sparks of pleasure through my veins.