King of Depravity: Chapter 16

The tang of Chloe’s pussy dances on my tongue as I devour her.

I hold her hips in my hands, angling her body to give me more access, as I lick right where I know she needs it.

Her hands are twisted in the bedding she wanted to preserve, even as she drips her sweet nectar on the bed.

I always said I wanted to dirty her up. She’s dirty now, making a mess of my bed, and I fucking love it.

I insert a finger inside her, then two, feeling her stretch. I want to put my cock in her so bad, but my girl is tight. The slickness helps, but as she adjusts to two fingers, I add a third, feeling the stretch.

Her thighs start to shake, her moans growing louder and higher pitched as she brings one of her hands back to my hair, digging her fingernails into my scalp. I hope she draws blood. I want her to mark me.

With a final gasping sob, she breaks apart, cumming so hard, she curls up and off the bed with her shoulders and head, her eyes screwed shut.

It’s beautiful and I keep my eyes on her, even as I keep working her, letting her ride out all the pleasure.

When she finally collapses back on the bed, I push up, shucking my pants off in a quick move that has my cock springing out and pointing right at her, like it knows exactly where it wants to be.

“Chloe. Baby.” I run my palm over her belly, drawing in a long gulp of air as I prepare to ask the question.

“Yes,” she says as she grabs my hand and pulls me back down on the bed, bringing my chest to hers.

Are we at the point where I don’t even need to ask the question? She just knows what I’m thinking? “Are you sure?” My cock is already nestled at her entrance, sliding just inside her hot, slick pussy. “I want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure,” she answers, opening her legs a little wider, which makes me sink in a bit deeper.

She feels so good, hot, wet, tight, that I can’t help myself and I push in deeper.

I feel her wince and I still. I’m resting on my elbows, but I place my hands under her head, bringing her lips to mine.

I must taste like her, but she doesn’t wince away, as I kiss her until she relaxes. Then I push in a little deeper.

I’ve got half my cock inside her and I’m know I’m a lot to take, know that she must be so stretched. I can feel her stiffen in pain. “You all right, luv?”

“Okay,” she says between a few little puffs of breath. “It might have been a mistake to give my virginity to you.”

It’s my turn to stiffen and I start to pull out because, I know I’m a mistake. I’ve always been a mistake.

But her legs lock around mine, stilling my withdrawal. “Killian?”

“I…” I shake my head. “I know I’m a lot.”

I feel her relax as she kisses along the scruff of my jaw. “Your monster cock? Yeah. It’s a lot.”

Right. We’re talking about the size of my junk not the fact that I’ve never been worth much. I drop my forehead to hers, my eyes closing as I slowly begin to push back inside her. “I’d never want to hurt you, Chloe.” I’m surprised how deeply I mean the words. I’d do anything to keep the bad parts of me from ruining all her beautiful colors.

“I know, Killian.” Then she tilts her chin to kiss me again. “Why do you think I’m here right now?”

I finally seat myself fully inside her, her sheath so tight around me, I start to shake because it feels so good.

No woman has ever…

But I can’t even think as I slowly withdraw and then push back in. I keep my movements light, easy, ignoring the need to pump into her with mindless abandon.

But the slower I go, the harder the pleasure hits me, pulling me so taut, I squeeze my eyes shut, the cords of my neck popping out with the effort it takes to control the urge.

Her hands slide down my back, her lips pressed to my ear, as she murmurs sweet little nothings.

I’m sure they’re words, but I can’t process them, my brain is so fritzed by the feel of her pussy tight around my cock.

No one has ever loved me like this.

Made me feel cared for, made me feel wanted.

Not just for my looks, or my money, Chloe…she values me. It’s my final thought as, with one quick thrust, I cum, filling her, my body convulsing over hers.

She holds me close like she’s comforting me, and I collapse on top of her, burying my face into the crook of her neck.

It’s the moment I know that’d I do anything for this woman. Anything.

I slide to the side, pulling her with me, but as I look down at our bodies, I can see the blood that’s covering my cock.

Shit.

Pulling her even tighter to my chest, I note she might have been right about the bedding, it’s covered in blood too, not that I care.

I’m up in a second, her in my arms.

“Where are we going?” she asks, before she peeks over my shoulder and sees the mess too. “Shit!”

I chuckle, still nuzzling her neck. “I’m going to put you in a nice hot shower, sweetheart, then we’ll change the duvet.”

“I can try to replace it.” She’s lightly tapping my back as she nips at her lip. We reach the bathroom, and I step into the walk-in shower, turning on the overhead rain shower as well as the wall-mounted head. Warm water blasts us both. “How much does a comforter like that cost?”

I know Chloe’s got this thing about people helping her. I assumed it was pride, but this doesn’t sound like pride. It sounds like fear…

“First of all, I’m pretty sure I’m the one that made the mess,” I say, lightly setting her on her feet. “Second. You can splatter paint all over my floors and couch, get blood all over the bed, break the countertops⁠—”

“Killian.”

“I don’t give a shit about stuff, and I don’t care what you take from my life, Chloe. Take as much as you want. It’s still way nicer to have you here.”