A Date with a Turkey (The Dating 11) - Page 21

Shivers cascade down my body in a good way. “Yes,” I breathe. “I want that more than anything.” Keeping his eyes on mine, he trails his hands down my back and slides them underneath my sweater. I lift my arms so he can take it off of me. The next thing I know, my jeans are gone as well, and so are his.

“Good,” he says, smirking devilishly. “I’m going to enjoy making you come in every way possible.”

Eyes wide, I don’t have time to speak before he closes his lips over mine, silencing me. My clit throbs in anticipation, aching for release. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any pleasure from a man’s touch; I wanted it, needed it. In one swift move, he lifts me in his arms, and I straddle his waist, holding on tight as he leads me through his house to his bedroom.

When we enter his room, it smells just like his cologne. Laying me on the bed, he covers me with his body and spreads my legs with his knee. I still have on my bra and underwear, but Kyler’s gaze is focused solely on mine as he kisses me, claiming me. He rocks his body against mine, lifting my left leg around his waist so he can press his cock harder in between my legs.

The momentum builds to the point I can’t stop it. “Kyler,” I gasp, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

Digging my nails into his arm, he knows what’s about to come. Quickly, he slides his hand down my thigh to the inside of it, and finally over my thong, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I’m not fully there yet, but as soon as he slides his fingers in it’s all over. My body tightens, and I scream out my pleasure, grasping onto his arms and squeezing until the tingling subsides, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come,” he growls.

Ripping off my underwear, he throws it across the room before lifting me in his arms so he can unlatch my bra. Roughly, he kisses me, and I can’t help but moan when he throws my bra off to the side and pinches my nipples. He bites my lip and sucks it hard, causing a strangled cry to escape my lips as he massages and squeezes my breasts.

I had never felt this intensity level with Ethan when we were married, not even when we were in the early stages of dating when everything was new.

What was it about Kyler that made it all different?

I can’t wait any longer to have him inside of me, so I grasp the waistband of his boxers and tug. Chuckling, Kyler slides off the bed and lowers them to the floor.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks. “I figured you’d want to take things slow.”

“No,” I moan breathlessly. “It’s been too long. If you make me wait any longer, I’ll lose my mind.”

He towers over me on the bed and spreads my legs wide so he can rest between them. Reaching toward his dresser, he opens the top drawer, pulls out a couple of condoms, and expertly slides one down his long, thick cock.

“Well, then I guess I can’t leave you waiting.” Smirking, he lowers his lips to my breasts and flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. I gasp and arch my back, waiting on him to do it again. This time, when he closes his lips over me, he bites and sucks hard while massaging me with his strong hands.

Groaning, he opens my legs wider and pushes his cock in just an inch; it’s enough to get me panting. More, I want to scream.

As if he hears my silent plea, he rocks his hips and slides in further and further until he’s fully inside of me, filling me. Slowly, Kyler moves along to a silent rhythm and holds me tight, alternating those lips of his to each one of my breasts, suckling and nipping them with his teeth.

“You feel and taste so fucking good,” he growls, moving his lips to my neck. Holding my face in his hands, he brings his mouth to mine and thrusts his tongue inside, claiming me in every way he possibly can.

He picks up his pace and thrusts harder inside of me, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist; I gasp when I feel him go deeper. Instead of pulling out and pushing back in with long strokes, he stays deep and rocks his hips hard, keeping a continual rhythm against my clit.

“Oh my God,” I cry, closing my eyes. “Please keep doing that.”

His low growl vibrates in my ear, and I can feel him getting harder inside of me. He’s close, so am I. Squeezing him harder with my legs, I hold on tight and bit his lip this time, feeling his cock pulsate.

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