Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Thank you, God.
“I don’t think God is who you intend to thank. Maybe you should be worshipping me,” Kyson says against my pussy.
Damn, I guess I said that aloud.
His words go in one ear and out the other because as soon as he’s done talking, his mouth is back against me, and I feel him slip a finger in, but he doesn’t put it where I thought he would.
His thumb circles the rim of my asshole before he pushes it in. At the same time, his tongue enters my pussy. My knees give out, and I face plant straight onto the bed, basically doing the splits as I fall. His fingers keep moving, never stopping until I come down from my pleasure high, as if he understands my body enough to know to keep finger fucking me until my body stops pulsing. I hear the crackle of a wrapper, and I check over my shoulder to watch him pulling a condom over his impressive length. I’m glad he thought of that because he did precisely what he intended to do—clear my mind—and all I can think now is, can he make me come again?
“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he says.
I nod, but I don’t even know if he sees.
“Stay on your stomach so we don’t put pressure on your back.” Then his cock is at my entrance, and he meets my eyes before he slides into me and says, “Words. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I reply, as he caresses my ass with his hand, palming it before he smacks it playfully. When he sees my reaction, pushing back toward him, he smacks my ass even harder. I yelp, and he ever so slowly pulls out to the tip and then back in as if he’s savoring the moment. There is some discomfort as I adjust to his size, but, oh my God, it feels so good at the same time.
When he’s seated all the way inside me, he stops, and I suck in a breath.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says on a groan.
I can’t form a reply.
I’m afraid to move.
This feels so good. And tight. And holy shit, he’s moving.
Kyson slides out, still slowly, and then repeats the process. He does this again and again, building a steady rhythm.
“Slap me,” I scream, as everything becomes too much. He does, hard, and the sting helps. “Again.” He does it again, never stopping his thrusts and keeping that slow and steady pace.
I push back, and I feel myself start to build.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers as he feels me tighten around him. “Just a little longer.” Kyson slaps my ass again even harder. It smarts, and I know it’s going to be sore after, as I feel the sting already. His hands move to my hips, and he starts plowing into me, not holding back. I give a small scream, and one of his hands slips between my legs and finds my swollen, sensitive clit, which he rubs in circles as he continues to fuck me.
Heaven, are you there?
Or maybe it’s the devil I should be thanking.
“Ohhh my.” I can’t control the scream that rips from me as he continues to thrust. After he removes his hand from my clit, he slaps my ass again, and I come even harder and stronger.
My elbows start to give out, but he snakes his arm around my torso, holding me up, continuing his steady pounding. Moans and groans that I don’t recognize come from my mouth and fill the otherwise silent room.
How can he…
“Fucking hell.” My whole body locks up tight, but that doesn’t stop him as he drives in even harder. It’s not pain I’m feeling. It’s my body getting ready for what’s to come. I try to count in my head to bring myself back down, hoping to prolong this sweet agony, but the pleasure takes over, and so does he, picking up his rhythm.
An orgasm tears through my body, and I have no alternative but to scream his name from my lips. There’s no stopping it.
Fifteen
Kyson
I’m not sure if she’s asleep or dead. Either way, she hasn’t moved.
“You’re leaking on my bed,” I inform her.
Kalilah cracks open one eye and closes it again before she speaks, “Shut up. It’s your cum, so what are you complaining about.”
“Are you in pain?”
“No, I need to pee, but I can’t fathom moving right now.”
I’ve showered, dried myself, and put on boxers, all while she hasn’t moved an inch. Her legs are hanging off the bed as she grumbles something unintelligible. I lean over and reach under her arms and lift her back toward me. Her feet touch the ground, and I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. She’s exhausted and fighting to keep her eyes open. I turn on the shower and wait until it’s warm before I place her on a built-in bench. The hot water hits her straight away, and she groans at the comfort it provides her.