"M-more." You mumble in a daze, wondering if anything you were saying even made sense. Your mind was a complete jumble, your cognitive thinking a puddle of jelly at best. "Please, more..."
His hands, tight against your bare waist, warm fingers locked onto your skin. They squeeze pleasantly, and your breath leaves you in a gasp as he pushes you down further onto his thigh. You bite your lip, trying your best to hold back a whine as your slicked cunt is pressed further onto the hard muscle. Hard and taut, muscular from his mobility in combat. You've never thought to be thankful for how lithe he was, but you'd definitely start now.
His own cock, up to this point neglected and untouched, twitches and throbs with need. But still he ignores it in favor of focusing solely on you, giving you the most pleasure possible. You'd make sure to pay him back for his kindness later, but for now...
You're on cloud nine. In heaven. Nirvana. None of them and all of them at once felt fitting. Was there something higher? More sacred? Whatever that might be, that's where you were, yes...
Your hips rock a steady rhythm against him, fingers clenching his shoulders for leverage, the wet noise of your arousal just loud enough to make your face hot. It was lewd. It was maybe a little embarrassing. But if the way Killer held you so close, and tried his best to muffle his own groans was anything to go by, he thought it was just as hot as you secretly did.
"You're..." Killer swallows back a growl as you roll your hips with a little twist, seeking a new angle. "...hhh...you're incredible, Y/N. So wet-"
"Killer~!" His words make your pussy clench, ever tighter on the flesh of his leg. The desire underlying the compliment is dizzying.
If you could--if your lust-addled brain could allow you to stop seeking orgasm for even a single second--you'd sit still and listen to the way he begged for you to take the pleasure he so willingly wanted to give to you.
"That's it, just like that." You hear him mutter, and you can't help but wonder if he meant you to hear. "Take what you want, baby. Use me all you like. I love the way you feel..."
You put greater effort into the rock of your hips, smearing your slick all over his taut thigh until it gleaned. The subtle bounce of his leg has you digging your nails deeper into his shoulder, keening your approval.
He's always been so good at knowing what you wanted. And surprising you with what you've needed. Bless him.
"Mmm, Y/N..." He groans, sending a tingle down your spine.
You ride him fast, and hard. The blonde's gaze is fixed solely on where your entrance meets his skin, fascinated with the sight of you coating him. Half-lidded and with pupils blown wide, you feel a twist of satisfaction in your belly.
But after so many minutes of hard effort, and despite being on the precipice of euphoria, you can feel the fatigue creeping up on you. Your panting breaths aren't just from the good sensations sparking through your core. Now you're simply running out of breath. No, no no!
"Killer..." You whine, leaning further into his chest, disappointment growing. "I can't-"
"I've got you." He promises with a swift press of his lips to your sweaty brow. "I've got you."
You moan, open-mouthed, as his hands start up a renewed pace. With what little energy you have left, your hips rock along as he drags your heat against his own thigh, pressing down with just enough pressure and sliding at just the right angle that you can feel the spark that had threatened to sizzle out reignite entirely.
"Yes, yes...oh, fuck-"
"Let go..." He presses in a gentle voice, desperation to feel you cum leaking through. "Please-"
With a gasp, you're shivering, shaking, quaking over top his thigh. He's holding you steady, upright upon his leg so you don't fall off. Your legs squeeze as your orgasm rocks through you, each and every nerve ending snapping like a sparkler. Hot juice drips from between your legs onto him.
You can't look away from his expression, so enamored by your wetness, your debauched form on his thigh, slowly going boneless upon him. You're spent, trying your best to catch your breath as you eventually come down from the high.
It takes you several seconds longer, several seconds too long perhaps, to realize that Killer's stomach is coated with his own cum. He'd orgasmed. Seeing you come undone had been enough to push him to the edge as well. Fuck, that was hot to think about...
"You're amazing..." You mutter into his chest, pressing tiny, half-hearted kisses to his skin. He lets out a huffed breath, and you feel his arms wrap tighter around your back.
"Not as amazing as you."
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