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He reached forward and brought my wrists down, still bound together, and pressed my palms into his stomach, which forced my biceps to push the sides of my breasts together. He made a hissing sound as the head of his cock slipped between the silky skin of my cleavage.
Killian rasped a curse while tilting forward. He held onto the fabric around my wrists, which held me to him and kept my arms in place.
I loved the look in his eyes, the way his gaze hooded and the way his mouth parted as he watched where we connected. Increasing his pace, my tits began to bob as he slid back and forth. Every time he surged forward, cum would leak from the tip of his cock, and he would growl.
His reaction was making the ache between my legs insufferable. My hips raised, desperate for some sort of contact.
Killian realized this and reached the hand that wasn’t holding my wrists in place, behind him, sinking three fingers into my throbbing center.
“Killian,” I cried out in pleasure, his thick fingers moved slowly and perfectly as he continued to fuck my tits.
“Shit, fuck,” he muttered, his eyes going wild, “not fucking yet.”
The sounds of how wet I was filled the room, as did our heavy breathing and the animalistic, gruff sounds of losing all control. I watched his tattoos shift as his hips moved. I loved them, I wanted to inspect them closer, and see where else he had them.
“I might need more of you, Daisy. I can’t?—”
He moved faster, his dick completely slick with his arousal. I elevated my ass to encourage his fingers deeper.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged, and right as my climax came, his did as well.
With a loud groan, Killian let go of my wrists and held his shaft as his release covered me.
Our chests were still heaving when Killian slowly moved his still hard cock through the strands of cum sticking between my breasts. He’d made a mess of me. Green eyes glossed over as he focused on the sticky chaos he’d created. With a hiss, he slid the fabric off my wrists, then with a concentrated furrow to his brow, he dipped his thumb into his thick release, coating my skin.
“Fuck, what have I done?” He brought his thumb to my lips where he smeared his cum, and then I opened my mouth and sucked. His eyes homed in on my lips, his own parted as though he were about to say something.
“Prez!” someone suddenly shouted from downstairs.
My eyes went wide as I froze in place, and Killian’s hand rested protectively on my stomach.
Killian peered over his shoulder with a low curse.
“Why the fuck is he here already?”
Giles yelled up and his voice echoed every word for us to hear perfectly. “I don’t know if you want me to come up, but after seeing what you did to Kip last night, I don’t want to. My eyes are closed right now just in case she walks out in her pajamas.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Why would he be worried about coming up?” Kip had attacked me, which was why Killian had reacted the way he did last night. It wasn’t like he was going to manhandle everyone who came near me.
Killian locked his jaw, letting it pulse a few times before letting out a sigh.
“It’s nothing. Can you stay up here until he leaves?”
“No. Unless you’re kicking me out?” I raised an eyebrow, my pulse thundering.
I could afford the apartment with rust and the arguing couple above it. Worst case scenario, I could do it.
“I’m not. I am, however, moving in.”
With that, he got off me, and began pulling on his clothes. I did the same, grabbing my twisted tank to wipe off the remnants of what Killian had done to me. I pulled on a hoodie, and shorts, keeping my focus on the president.
“You’re moving in? Does that mean you’re taking this room?”
We scaled the steps briskly; Killian’s broad back was all I could see until we turned the corner. Giles was waiting by the kitchen counter with a brown bag and a drink carrier holding two coffees.
“Hi Giles,” I said kindly, attempting to quell my frustration with his president.
