Chapter 13 Room 712 (4)

My chest was still heaving, Kieran’s cum dripping down my tits, warm and slick against my skin, when I decided I needed more—needed him to taste me, to feel how soaked I was for him. My hands dropped to my skirt, fingers fumbling with the zipper as I stood up from the cold tile. His eyes followed me, hazy and hungry, his dick still twitching from what I’d just done to him. I shimmied the skirt down, letting it pool around my ankles, revealing my soaked panties—white lace turned nearly transparent from how wet I was. The fabric clung to my pussy, outlining every curve, and I stepped out of the skirt, kicking it aside, my thighs trembling with want. Kieran didn’t waste a second. His hands shot out, gripping my hips, and before I could catch my breath, he lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled for a split second before he carried me to the bathtub, his strength making my pulse race. He set me on the edge, the porcelain cool against my ass, and spread my thighs wide, hooking my legs over his shoulders. My panties were still on, stretched tight across my pussy, and he groaned at the sight—low and guttural, like he couldn’t fucking stand it.