I suck on her clit, feeling it swell in my mouth, pushing hard with the tip of my tongue. Her moans are music to my ears. It’s like I’ve turned her into my personal instrument, each stroking contact eliciting a unique and enticing sound.
Swirling my finger around her tight-as-fuck hole, I lick her with even more force. Her hip-bucking motions have turned into manic twitches.
She has no idea how sexy she looks right now, her hungry body guiding her movements the same way my mine does, her body unable to stop moving even if she wanted it to.
Then she starts to croak, her moans become hollow. I sense her getting closer. Her hole starts to clench around my finger, tightly, making me wonder how I’m going to fit my cock inside of her. But I can’t let myself think like that.
We were made for each other.
She cries out, trembling as my tongue flickers back and forth over her clit. I attack it relentlessly as the orgasm crashes through her.
I can track the passage of her pleasure, the way the orgasm seeps through her, turning her body into a volcano of lust.
I remove my finger from inside of her and place it against her clit, and then guide my mouth to her hole. I kept licking her needy nub, but I have to taste her gushing cream.
I snarl as her squirting orgasm slides into my mouth, gifting me with her taste.
She’s tangy and creamy as hell, making my cock even harder. It pushes against my pants so hard it hurts.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” she whines. “That’s it. Fuck. Yes. Yes.”
She can’t know how hot it is when she lets her pleasure out like that, letting go of her shyness and her true desires shine through.
Finally, she collapses back onto the bed, sucking in greedy lungfuls of air. I remove my mouth from her pussy and rear back like the animal I am, staring down at her red cheeks, her wide eyes, and her fuck-me-hard expression.
She’s ready. She needs it, as badly as I do.
But then she bites her lip, tilting her head, making me question myself.
“Kyra…”
My voice comes out as more of an animal’s growl. I can’t help it.
My fingers twitch, ready to tear my pants loose and free my throbbing dick. My whole being is ready with the need to collapse upon her, to take what’s mine, only mine.
She must read the tone in my voice because she sits up, staring at me with those captivating eyes of hers.
“Show me what to do, Kayden,” she murmurs.
I smirk, reaching down and softly trailing my fingers over her cheek.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I tell her. “So perfect.”
And then I take her by the wrist and guide her hand to my cock.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kyra
I rub my hand up and down the front of his pants, my body still buzzing from the orgasm. My sex feels sore and hot, and yet deep inside my body screams for more, for the real thing… my body screams at my nerves to shut up and go away, to quiet until there’s nothing but carnal need.
His cock feels massive, but I don’t let the thought work its way hatefully into my mind. I focus on his groans instead, getting deeper the more I rub.
He takes a step back, his jaw tight.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he snaps. “I just need you. I need that tight virgin hole. Get naked. Now, Kyra. I need to see those tits.”
I gasp as his hands dart toward his clothes. It’s like a beast has taken control of his movements, and intuitively I know it’s his primal need, guiding him the same way mine guides me.
He tears off his shirt, the buttons popping, and then his hands are at his belt. I quickly follow his lead, grabbing my top and pulling it over my head.
A nasty voice whispers that I’m making a fool of myself…
But it’s quieter than it’s ever been before. And with the tingly glow of the orgasm still buzzing through me, I find I don’t have to wither under the force of my nervousness anymore.
It’s happening. Our future is beginning.
I take off my bra and stare up at him again.
He stands there completely naked, a gasp escaping me when my gaze moves up and down his hulking form.
His torso is rock solid, his pectorals bulging, and his abs a rigid sheet of muscle. Every part of him looks like it’s carved of stone, and his cock…
I swallow a big ball of nerves as I stare at his huge length. I’ve got no frame of reference, but I know he’s huge. His cock is thick and long, the end glistening with a dollop of precome. It’s so big, it bobs up and down slightly, weighty and imposing.
Staring, I feel my pussy give a pulse as if telling me there’s no freaking way he’s going to fit inside of me.