Chapter 54
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I greeted my lower lip when he started to enter me slowly, in order not to let out a single moan.
He looked very dissatisfied with my silence and adjusted his angle inside me, and I almost came from his little movement.
I squeezed my inner walls to warn him and he immediately groaned. Then he smiled at me.
One of his hands reach behind my neck to hold me in place and forces me to look down at where we were connecting slowly.
"Look at us Della. Look at my cock stretching your little pussy." He whispered by my ear while pushing in deeper and stretching me out.
"You're so fucking tight." He growls, rolling his hips when the head of his cock kisses my inner walls.
I wince slightly. He was so big. We hadn't had sex in so long that I had almost forgotten his size.
I shuddered, gasped for air, and woke up a little.
No. I should stop.
But then it happens. He thrust all the way in, locking us together. He was so deep. Really deep.
And the size of him...oh God. I'm stretched out to the maximum.
I could't held it anymore. I let out a whimper as throbbing pain slices through me. If he wasn't so long and big perhaps I wouldn't be so much in pain. But he was. And he was stretching me out painfully.
"Oh fuck." he hisses, stopping his movements and leaving his very huge dick inside me.
I moan, wincing when his cock jerks and throbs inside me.
"You okay, honey?" He asked, shocking me by actually sounding worried.
I looked up, my breathing coming out so harshly. I'm even more stunned by the worried look in his eyes.
He hasn't cared about my feelings like this in a long time, not since Flora showed up.
But to be honest, I feel pretty good right now.
In fact, there was a slight tingle of pleasure that was quickly replacing the pain the longer he stayed inside me.
The feeling became so intense in a few more seconds that I was unable to hold back and tried to push my hips forward; taking more of his length that I thought was already inside me.
"Della," Kylian growls, holding me steady. But I wanted something-
"What do you want? Say. Say you love me. You want me!" Kylian grunts, rolling his hips slightly. My lips part in a moan as his cock kisses every inch of my walls.
"I-
I lift my gaze to his eyes and when I saw the hunger in his eyes, I finished. "Please Kylian-"
And he does. He groans, pulling all the way until only his head was inside me, just being kissed by my lips until he pushes back in.
My walls tighten around him and he growls. I gasp he tries to pull out only to get stopped by the gripping of my walls. "Dammit!" He growls and reaches between us to start rubbing my pulsing nub.
I gasp and my pussy relaxes.
He slides out a little only to push back into me. Aiden glides inside me slowly and with the purpose to have my pussy quiver.
And it did.
I tried to hold in my cries as he fucked me slowly.
But then when our eyes connected, his actions became hasty. He starts thrusting inside me, barely making me catch my breath.
"You still love me right? You wanted me to fuck you right? Look at me fucking you now." He growled, forcing my head to lower so that my eyes can watch him pull out and enter me.
"Kylian." I pant.
He growled and then in a second his lips were on mine and his tongue was inside my mouth.
His hips push forward, his cock stretching me. The head of cock was so deep inside me that I wasn't sure exactly where he touched.
"Fuck." He growled, thrusting into me harder. His breathing was labored as he fed me his cock over and over. My toes curled, my thighs tightened around his hips and then it happened.
I call out his name so many times, I screamed so loudly that I completely forgot if Jackson was still on the phone.
As my walls clamp around him, squeezing him so tightly that he could no longer move. I felt his pulse inside me as I came around him.
Stars fluttered in my vision. Seconds later I felt warmness on my pussy.
Later that day, I woke up after the pleasurable and exhausting sex Kylian and I had shared. I stood up and wore my clothes, not bothered that Kylian woke up from my movement.
Afterward, I picked up my phone and saw Jackson’s name on the call log together with his 50 unread messages.
“Della, where are you? What’s happening? I heard some noises. Are you okay?”
“I can’t reach your phone.”
“Please answer the call.”
“Where are you?”
“What are you doing?”
“It better not be what I am thinking of! You promised me!”
I took a deep breath.
This is too bad, Jackson must have heard those sounds I just made. I'm pretty sure Kylian did this on purpose, to assert his ownership.
These messages woke me up from the illusion I started to believe when I got drowned by his kisses and touch.
I woke up and turned to look at Kylian. He was lying on the sofa in the flower room, looking lazy and content.
Damn it, he had no idea he was in trouble and Jackson was going to kill him.
Looking at him, I said in a firm voice, “I don’t want to see you again.”
“What? But–” Kylian was about to protest when his phone suddenly rang. He answered the call, his face darkened obviously and ended it after a few seconds.
“An important visitor dropped by, I need to go. We’ll talk later, okay?” he said as he started dressing up.
