Beyond shame, beyond any pretense of control, I gasped desperately, “Please, Killian. Fuck me. I need your cock so badly. Please fuck me hard—ruin me.”

With a low, satisfied groan that vibrated through his chest, he gripped my hips with bruising force and thrust into me in one powerful, merciless stroke.

The stretch was exquisite. Borderline painful in the most delicious way. He filled me completely, bottoming out against my cervix in a single brutal thrust that made my toes curl hard against the tiled floor and a loud, broken moan tear from my throat. The fullness was overwhelming—his cock so much bigger, so much thicker, hitting places inside me...