Chapter 98 Beg For It , Killian

Chapter 98 Beg For It , Killian
Raven 

“ Fuck! Rave…stop using your teeth!” Killian grumbled, pulling out from my mouth and glaring at me. 

He held his dick, scrutinising it to see if I had peeled off his flesh. I wish I did. I only raised my eyes to glance at him. He's a selfish bastard, and I'll show him that I can be just as selfish. 

This was the second time I was biting on his dick. The first had been an honest mistake but when I saw his reaction, an idea suddenly popped into my head. 

He's hard and horny which would mean he wasn't thinking straight anymore and so now he's frustrated that the pleasure is being cut short each time I bite on him and he has to pull out. 

“ I'm not a toy,Killian. If you want a blow job, ask for it. Don't try to force me into it or I'll chop your dick off.” I met his gaze head-on. 

If he thinks I'll cower like a helpless coward just because of what happened between us then he's so damn wrong.

His dick twitched and grew bigger. I snorted,the bastard got more aroused by my words? Can things get any funnier! 

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. After pacing twice, he stood in front of me again. He grabbed my hair gently this time and patted my cheeks softly.“ Open up and be nice.” He said.

Tsk.

That's right, he should ask properly.“ I said ask" I looked up at him with doey eyes and he stared back. 

“ I didn't bring you here to give me orders.” He phrased, his lips twitching.

I stood my ground.“ I didn't come here to be your sex toy either ." 

“ You accepted the invitation without knowing, so yes. You followed my orders.” He snapped back, irritated in his voice.

“ If you want sex, ask for it or rather beg for it! But you forcing me into it and making me feel like a toy is a whole level of disrespect, Killian!” I sneered.

“You can be mad at me but don't go that far to vent your anger! I'm a human, Killian!” My voice had risen at the end of the sentence, and a tear slid down my cheek.

His expression wavered, almost like my words got to him for a brief moment but the next second he put his mask back on.

" This is not you, Killian. You're not the same man from before. I want that man …not this…” I told him, my voice breaking.

“ How long are you going to stay angry at me, huh? I'm tired too…” I sobbed.“ It's hard for me too!" I wiped the tears that had clouded my vision and by the time I could see clearly again, his mask had shattered completely and for a moment, I saw the man I was supposed to marry. 

I saw the Killian I fell in love with. 

He wanted to say something but hesitated. He had this look of regret on his face but words didn't come out of his mouth. At least, the words I expected didn't. 

He inhaled sharply and said.“ I want a blow job… and probably sex after or foreplay…whatever you can give.....please.” 

Bloody horny bastard! 

Not the reply I wanted to hear but I didn't refuse. I didn't have the strength to even if I wanted to, besides I think I need a release too. It would clear my head a little.

I'm pathetic, aren't I? You're probably disgusted by me but at this rate, I don't really have the strength to care. My pussy wants a release and I want his touch. I want closure and I'll take it at the slightest chance and I think he wants it too.

I'd rather do it with him than go to a brothel and apparently, it's the same for him.

So I opened my mouth and allowed him access. He didn't force it,he didn't grab my hair roughly or ram into my mouth with force this time. There was some sort of gentleness to his touch and it only made me wetter.

Now, this was intimacy!

I savoured the process, running my tongue along his shaft, a soft moan escaping my throat.

He groaned when I sucked on the tip.“ Ahh….fuck!” 

Then slowly, he increased the pace and I matched his energy to the best of my ability. In a matter of seconds, he spluttered his seeds into my mouth and I gulped them down.

When he finished, he looked down at me. An unreadable soft expression on his face. Maybe after this, things will get better between us. That was my honest prayer.

He grabbed the dressing stool and sat opposite me.“Spread your legs." He said and I obeyed.

I spread my legs on the bed, exposing my cunt that was dripping with my arousal. I didn't even need to take off the lingerie, there was a long slit in the panties that exposed every inch of my vagina.

I watch his pupils dilate in need. My walls clammed down on me in response to his lustful predatory look. I want some friction down there, I want to feel something….something like his cock throbbing inside of me.

My clit was swollen with need and I could even smell my own arousal. 

So fucking crazy.

“ Touch yourself." He ordered and at first I hesitated because I mean, he's asking me to masturbate in front of him. 

I'm not shy or anything but the intensity it will cause? Damn….

Slowly, I traced two fingers down my thighs and into my pussy. I kept my eyes down, a bit embarrassed to look into his eyes.

“ Look at me.” He growled and I lifted my gaze to him. “ Fuck yourself.”

I slide my fingers around my clit, making slow round motions. His eyes fell to my cunt and he sucked in a breath. I repeated the motion, the pleasure slowly building as I went on. The sound of my fingers slipping into my cunt filled the quiet room. 

I then changed movements, sliding both fingers along my cunt. I pressed the tip of my finger on my clit, dragged it down to my vagina and dipped a finger in. 

A moan escaped my lips as the pleasure rocked my hips. I repeated the motion…rub my clit, then drag my fingers down to my vagina and dipped it in. 

At one point I forgot he was watching me pleasure myself. My mind, body and soul became so engrossed in the sensation that I started rocking my hips, moans leaving my lips as my breasts bounced in the air.

I think I get why my mother called me a whore because right now, this wasn't enough. I want more. I want a deeper, menacing sensation. One that feels like I'm about to be torn apart. I want to feel that intense pressure on my clit.

I want to be fucked. 

I increased the pace, fucking myself as fast as I could and imagining his dick was my fingers. 

A low growl left my lips as I trembled, the orgasm washing over me as I collapsed on the bed. I felt the mattress deepened but too weak to open my eyes.

He must have climbed the bed. 

I wasn't down from the high yet but I felt as he lifted my legs and placed two pillows under my knees on each side of the bed. 

He knelt in between my legs and grabbed my thighs then lifted me up to put a pillow underneath my ass.

My lower body was now lifted up, with my legs spread open. I wasn't able to move yet because I was still in the aftermath of my masturbation.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on my temple.“ Sit tight, dollface.” 

He grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head, tying it together with a cloth then tying it to the headboard.

My senses were beginning to come back little by little and I then realised what he was doing. He placed another kiss on my cheeks and hesitated when he got to my lips. 

I thought he was going to move on to my breast or something but he lowered himself and placed a kiss on my lips.

Heat rushed to my ears as my heart beat accelerated. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who felt the spark and butterflies because his ears had turned red. Even his cheeks too.

I would have said he blushed but that's too cliché. Men don't blush. 

He pulled back a little as if trying to savour the taste, then he delved in again. This kiss wasn't like the one we shared in the bathroom.

It was somewhat gentler and softer. I kissed him back equally and we went on for another one minute.

He was breathing heavily when we broke apart and he was staring at me intensely.“ I wish things hadn't gotten to this….I really do.” He breathed.

My heart melted at not just his words but the look on his face. I wanted to say something…. probably something like we should get back together regardless of the baby but I shut myself up. 

I would sound desperate. He has to want me back. If he doesn't then I'll let go but first ,he has to want me back.

He repositioned himself back at my entrance, bringing one hand to grab my neck. I braced myself for the penetration, for the long-awaited sensations.

And God…when he thrust in, it was fucking good!