SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 42 - FORTY TWO

- HAZEL -

My body curled forward, leaning on his chest as I clench my fists around him. Killian fit another finger in.

That made me gasp.



I’m so fucking wet and needy and he’s plunging his fingers into my core so damn good. Hitting all the right spots while rubbing his thumb around my clitoris. I mewled.



"I fucking hate you." I whimper, raising my hips up a little to let his hand slide in with ease. "I fucking hate how guilty you make me feel." A scream escaped my lips. Killian ran his hand up my belly to my boobs and caressed my nipples. Pinching me gently at first while twisting.

"I’m sorry." Killian said to me.



Back then, the ecstatic feeling his fingers gave me made it difficult for me to think. Now, coupled with his nipple play, my mind is in shambles. A soft moan escape my lips. I can hear my heavy pants. Right now, I don’t want to hear him apologize, I don’t want to think about anything else but the heat running through my body.

"Killian, respectfully, shut up and finger me." I yelled. That was embarrassing. I’m meant to be angry and stay away from this man yet I can’t seem to push him away. I can’t tell him to stop. Because even though I want to, I don’t want to.

I missed his touch. His fingers feel so good swimming in my core.



And that’s why I hated it when someone interrupted. No one came in, but the voices were enough reason to stop.

I hated that we parted but Killian did something to trigger my body more than it already is. He dipped his fingers into his mouth, licking my wetness off.

That made me needy. That made me want more. At that moment, I didn’t care who he was. I just wanted to be with the man named Killian.

I stared at my laptop screen, snapping back to reality. Killian fingered me so good that I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m writing parts of today’s event in the Chapter.

’He told me ’Don’t’, is he serious? I huff, cracking my neck in front of my reading table.’ My fingers tap my keyboard keys as I keep my eyes fixed on the screen. I’m finally writing in my book again, I don’t know which is worse, actually doing something sinful with a man I can’t have or using him as my inspiration.

’I don’t know what I want to do. I’ve wanted Killian for so long but now, all I want to do is the right thing. I don’t want to crave his touch anymore, and I certainly don’t want to go back to being his lost puppy but now my head can’t think about anything else but our near kiss.’

And fingering. This made my cheeks burn. I’m not adding that part though. Just to be safe.

I keep on typing, switching the names in my Chapter.

’I wish he didn’t have to leave and I hate that I wonder what would’ve happened if no one came in.’ I bit my lip as I stare at my screen. My thighs press on each other. My pussy pooled. Killian’s hands were in there today.

Forgive me father for my mind is starting to get dirty again. And if it does, I fear that I won’t hold back. I fear that I’ll submit and be selfish. I so desperately want to be selfish.

I huffed, saving the Chapter and closing my laptop. I can’t write when my mind is in shambles. And definitely not when my pussy craves attention. His attention. I look around suspiciously. I don’t know if it’s just in my head or I actually feel like someone is watching me.

I close my eyes and took a deep breath.

I’m the only one in my room and I’ve never felt happier about this. The peace and quiet makes it easier for me to arrange my thoughts.

At least, that’s what I thought till my phone screen lit up and I stared at it. I have a message from Killian.

Thinking of the devil.

I tap the notification and entered his chat.

’I’m sorry about today. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you.’ I read.

I’m not. In fact, I want more than just his fingers. It was my little escape out of the ache I felt in my ankle.

’Killian, please, can you help me with one thing?...’ I texted him, biting my lower lip in desperation. There’s nothing I’m about to ask or do right now that isn’t half as bad as what went down between us in the restroom.

’Anything you want.’ Reading this made my eyes sparkle.

’I’m horny. Very horny. Be my guide.’

I swallow. I was mad at him before but right now, I just want a release and not just from anyone, I want him to be the one I touch myself to.

And I don’t feel bad about it. My conscience doesn’t judge me but my heart beats violently in my chest while waiting for his answer.

’May I call?’ I ask via text when he didn’t text anything in response to my message. My phone rang immediately. I guess that’s his reply. That made the ends of my lips curl. I picked the call and walk to my bed drawer. My vibrator is inside. I took it out and laid on my bed.

"Hazel.." Killian breath.

"Killian, Let’s swap to video call." I say, climbing my bed. I want us to finish what we started. He’s not here, but I can pretend that he is when I see him.

When I hear him.

I also want him to see me. Out of desperation, I requested for a video call and Killian accepted.

My breath hitched when his body came to sight as well as his face.

"Don’t say anything, Killian." I plead, taking my shirt off. He has already seen me this way. Twice, if my tit pic is involved. "Don’t do anything." I said to him, slipping my hand inside my leggings. "Just watch me." I turn on the vibrator.

Feeling the tip on my clit made me jerk and I close my eyes.

"Just look at me Killian. And tell me dirty words. Tell me what you want to do to me." I pant, placing my phone lower so he sees my body from below. My legs are spread open. I pushed my vibrator in and moaned. It filled my pussy hole but not as good as his fingers. I miss his fingers.

I moved my thumb back and forth on my clit while plunging my vibrator in and out of my core, trying to imitate his movement earlier. This won’t do.

I took my leggings off, looking at Killian. His eyes widened and I noticed him mouth a word.

I’ve seen people say that too much to know what it is. He said ’fuck’ silently.

A deep chuckle slid in my ears. That went straight to my vagina and I felt my pussy pool even more. "You’re doing it wrong, kitten."

"Teach me." I say. I’ve used dildos and vibrators for as long as I can remember yet none of them compare to his touch. It’s weird to say, but it’s true.

"First, take it out." I obeyed, staring at Killian. "You’re so fucking wet." Killian breath, looking at me. Even though he’s far away, I love the look on his eyes. It’s filled with lust. I love that my body makes him feel this way. I just hate that he’s not here.

I bit my lower lip.

"Suck four of your fingers, Hazel."

My brows crease at first at his words. Four? He wants me to put four of my fingers in?

"Don’t make me say it twice." Killian’s voice was deep and dark. Desperation was in his eyes.

I slowly brought my fingers in my mouth and sucked.

"Don’t stop till it’s dripping with your saliva." Killian’s words played in my head and I close my eyes, licking my fingers like my life depends on it. "That’s a good girl."

The praise was so little yet it left my heart dancing. "I want you to do as I say and watch me closely." Killian said. I glued my eyes to the screen. Killian took his zipper off. Even in his underwear, I can see the obvious bulge.

I can’t forget how huge he is. I want that in me.

"Gently massage your clitoris the way you like it and show me. Raise your hips." He ordered and I obeyed, moving my finger over my vulva. "Don’t stop doing that. Now lick your fingers on your other hand the same way."

I followed his orders like a puppet without questions. I’ve never had someone direct me before. This feels divine. "Done, sir." I whisper. My voice is shaky.

"Don’t leave your nipples wanting. Rub them. Act as if it’s my tongue sucking on them." I close my eyes and let my mind drift to the night he masterly sucked my breasts, playing with my nipples.

My eyes widened as I let out a loud gasp.

Have you ever heard of a quick nipple orgasm?

I think I just had one. Killian hasn’t said any words yet. I can tell that he’s being careful and I love that so much. "How do you feel?"

I can barely speak in the process. "Good." I pant. "So freaking good."

Killian’s deep chuckle sent fire through my body. "I love you this way. I love you being my slut."

"I enjoy being your slut."

"Clap your fingers together, Hazel and lay them on the bed, above your soaking pussy."

"But you won’t see me."

"Trust me, I can. I’m watching you and I enjoy every single bit of it."

That is scary but it’s also so fucking hot. I sit up straight and place my fingers beneath my pussy. My wetness dripped all over me.

"Now slam into them. Hop on it like the cock hungry slut that you are." I gently press my ass lower, taking all my fingers at once in my body.

My head shot up at the ceiling at the euphoria as my fingers fill my pussy. I’m riding my fingers and it feels so fucking good. So fucking good that I scream.

Killian groaned. I fall my head lower to look at him. His dick is hard but he’s not doing anything. That made a half grin form on my face. "Don’t touch yourself, Killian." I say, barely having a mind of my own. "If you’re truly apologetic, don’t fucking touch yourself all night."

My pussy walls clenched and my moans became louder. My breath quicke

ned.

I’m close. So fucking close.

"Look at me." I said to him. "And tell me what you want to do to my body."