“You’re soaking moist,” he growls.

“It’s from the rain,” I snap again, my voice hoarse.

Killian laughs darkly. He attracts his hand away after which slaps me between my legs, bringing his palm down arduous in opposition to my clit. I hiss out a breath as ache burns by me, adopted by a rush of enjoyment.

“Liar,” he breathes.

I chew my lip arduous sufficient to style blood, attempting to carry again the determined little moan that tries to flee my mouth as sparks of sensation explode inside me.

He’s proper. I’m a liar. It’s positively not the rain that has me so fucking moist. It’s Killian, and the opposite two Princes as nicely. It’s all of this. I look over and see that Nico and Atlas have adopted us once more. They’re standing shut by, watching every thing, and it makes my head spin.

“Don’t be quiet,” Killian growls. “Don’t fucking maintain again. There’s nobody right here however us and them, so scream as loud as you need. Nobody’s coming to save lots of you.”

He slaps my clit once more, then rains a number of arduous blows in opposition to every ass cheek, sending bursts of ache cascading by me in such fast succession that they blur right into a sensation of pure fireplace. I can’t maintain again my noises anymore, comfortable moans turning louder earlier than changing into full-throated cries of ache and pleasure.

When he attracts again to spank me another time, I attempt to get away once more, shoving my hips backward in opposition to him to throw him off steadiness earlier than slipping out of his maintain. However I find yourself tripping over my pants earlier than I get very far.

Killian is correct there anyway, too quick and too decided for me to flee, and this time he brings me all the way in which all the way down to the moist, grassy floor. He removes my footwear after which yanks my bunched up pants and panties all the way in which off, leaving me bare in entrance of him and the others, aside from the tatters of my shirt and my bra.

I landed on my abdomen, however he rolls me over onto my again, pinning me down together with his bigger body as he makes use of one hand to shove his personal pants down. He’s respiratory arduous, and our faces are shut sufficient now that I can see his shadowy eyes burn with feral need behind his masks, similar to Phantom’s at all times did.

“I’m going to fuck you naked this time,” he rasps. “Like I needed to each time. Gonna fill you up with my cum till you’re dripping with it.”

There’s a possessive edge to his voice, and I notice that if he actually did watch me and Atlas and Nico the opposite evening, he is aware of that Atlas didn’t use a condom when he fucked me both. The tough edge to his voice makes it clear that he has no intention of letting Atlas and Nico be the one ones who’ve fucked me uncooked.

I don’t have time to react aloud to his phrases earlier than he wraps a hand round my throat once more. He presses me again in opposition to the chilly, moist grass, protecting my physique together with his personal. Together with his free hand, he grabs my thigh and wrenches my legs open, barely giving me an opportunity to catch my bearings earlier than the blunt head of his cock is at my entrance.

I’m so moist that my thighs are smeared with it, however when he drives his cock into me, it nonetheless hurts. Not one of the Princes are small, and Killian is not any exception.

And it’s been some time since I’ve taken him.

He hisses as my physique tries to regulate to his measurement, squeezing round his shaft like a vise.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, grinding his hips in opposition to mine as he works his cock even deeper, till I swear I can really feel him in my abdomen. “There’s nothing in all the world that feels higher than your pussy.”

He offers my throat a squeeze, which solely makes me clench even more durable round him as stars dance earlier than my eyes. Then he straightens up just a little, releasing his maintain round my neck.

That hand slides down my physique, his fingers digging into my hip as he holds me down, and his different hand slaps at my pussy once more, more durable and more durable. It sends jolts of pure sensation by me, pleasure edged in ache, or possibly the opposite approach round. At this level, I’m almost incoherent with it, my head spinning as I attempt to take every thing he’s giving me.

There are such a lot of sensations, from the grass in opposition to my again to the way in which Killian has me stretched to capability. Atlas and Nico have stepped even nearer, and I can see them looming over us behind Killian, with entrance row seats to all of this.

When Killian attracts again, I gasp as my nerve endings flare, his cock sliding in opposition to my internal partitions. After which he drives again in, arduous and quick. All the things about it’s tough and intense, much more wild and overwhelming than something we ever did at Le Bal Masque. Our our bodies slap collectively wetly, and he makes use of that grip on me to tug me into every thrust.

“Take a look at how you’re taking it,” he growls, gazing down at my pussy as he slams into me as soon as extra. “You have been made for this. Made for my cock. My stunning siren. My filthy, determined little slut.”

Every new phrase is punctuated by a tough thrust, and my tits bounce with the drive of it.

My arms scrabble on the floor, searching for one thing to carry on to. One thing to anchor myself with earlier than I spin uncontrolled solely.

“You’re keen on this, don’t you? Inform me. Inform them.” He jerks his head within the course of his mates. “Inform us how a lot you’re keen on this.”

I open my mouth, however the one factor that comes out is a low, ragged moan. Killian slaps my clit once more, and I howl desperately.

“I adore it!” I handle to cry out, my voice breaking as sensations tear by me like lightning. “Please! Fuck, I adore it. I would like it. Oh my god, please.”

“That’s proper,” he grunts. “I informed you there was nowhere you could possibly go that I wouldn’t discover you. There’s nowhere I wouldn’t fuck you. Nothing that might cease me from taking what’s mine. Do you perceive?”

My thoughts reels from the way in which he’s speaking, and I seize on to him, my nails digging into his pores and skin. I’m now not attempting to get away, now not even maintaining the pretense of working. I can’t. Not with the way in which he’s proudly owning my physique. Not with the way in which he’s touching me and me, pushing me nearer and nearer to the discharge I so desperately want.

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