Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
So when he pressed the tip of his dick at my hole, I spread my ass open in invitation and nodded.
“Do it.”
He shivered in response and rested his forehead on mine before slowly making his way inside me. He paused a couple of times to give me a chance to acclimate to his girth. I wanted to claim I didn’t need it ’cause this certainly wasn’t my first rodeo, but Ky was thick. He distracted me with sweet kisses and sexy words of encouragement, telling me how good I felt and how much he wanted me. How much he’d always wanted me.
When he was balls deep inside me, Ky rose on his elbows, bending to brush his nose over mine. I could feel my body stretch to accommodate him as he rocked his pelvis suggestively.
“You feel amazing. So fucking incredible. Can I move?”
The low husky timbre rumbled through my chest. I swallowed hard and licked my lips. “Yes. Fuck me.”
He pulled almost all the way out and surged forward. I moaned, lifting my legs higher. He continued the gentle tease…in and out, slow and deliberate, letting the fever grow hotter still.
When I finally gave up and begged, Ky hummed in my ear and whispered, “Say it again. And this time, say my name.”
“Fuck me.”
“Say my name,” he repeated, pulling out again.
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled and slammed forward, grabbing my wrists. “Try again, baby.”
“Fuck me, Ky. Please, please.”
He kissed me hard and obeyed, setting a moderate pace that made my toes curl before finally letting go. Ky bucked his hips hard, fucking me in short, quick strokes as he recited the dirtiest litany of compliments I’d ever heard about myself. Well, about my ass in particular. When I pulled my hands from his grasp and wrapped my arms around his neck, he scooped me in a tight embrace, so I sat in his lap. I straddled his thighs and rode him, sliding up and down on his pole as I stroked my cock and sucked his tongue.
Ky held my ass, controlling the pace for a while before lying down and letting me take over. I supposed everyone had their favorite positions, and this was definitely mine. I was a big fan of bottoming from the top…literally. I sat up tall and leaned back slightly with my hands on his thighs, then rode him to the finish line. I let my cock bounce against his stomach a couple of times. I wanted to hold out for as long as possible, and I knew I’d be a goner if I touched myself. Or if Ky touched me. And I was.
He took me in a firm grip and jacked my cock as he fucked me from below with his feet flat on the mattress. His hungry expression no doubt matched mine. My spine tingled and my vision blurred.
“I’m…I’m gonna…”
“I need you to come for me, Char, ’cause I—oh fuck!” Ky roared when his release slammed into him a moment later.
And I was right there with him. I squeezed my eyes closed and fell apart, shooting ropes of cum over his hand and torso. I might have hit his chin too, but he pulled me against his chest and rolled me to my back before I got a good look. He crashed his mouth over mine and pumped his hips slowly until we both stopped trembling.
It took me a couple of minutes to shake out of my sex-induced haze. I was worn out and wrung out, physically and mentally. I knew there’d be consequences to what we’d just done, but damn, it felt so good. I wanted to float on this cloud with Ky’s arms around me, his cock in my ass, and his cum dripping from—
“Oh, my God.” I pushed at his chest and buried a scream behind one hand when he moved, gesturing wildly at his spent penis with the other.
He propped himself on one elbow and grabbed his junk, squinting as he examined himself. “What is it?”
“No condom,” I squeaked.
“Oh.” He sat up abruptly and pushed his hair behind his ear. “Fuck.”
My stomach turned. I felt faint and sick as panic rose, chasing away the lingering buzz of pleasure. “Oh, geez. I’ve never done this before. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I had a plan, and this definitely wasn’t it.”
“Relax, Char.” Ky ran a soothing hand along my spine. “What plan?”
“Relax? I can’t relax and I can’t tell you my plan because you’re not supposed to be part of my plan. Oh, my God.” I took a deep breath and set two fingers on my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking my pulse. I’m having a post-sex panic attack. This can’t be good for me.”
Ky pursed his lips as he reached for my wrist.
“Let me do it. You’re a fucking drama queen, you know that? This isn’t the end of the world. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s more than okay. We just got tested, remember? I’m clean and…your heart rate is post-sex normal,” he said, throwing my words at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “You’re fine. Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”