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“Going somewhere, pretty girl?” he asks, and I look up at him in surprise. “You leave this room now, and you’ll miss out on the fucking of your life.”
I can’t help but snort, then roll my eyes. Sassing him back. “Yep. Tickets.” To which he only chuckles.
Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me flush against him, and I can feel every ridge, every hard plane of his body. My eyes try to remain on his as he speaks and not move down to the deep V, then further down to the pubic hair that cradles his cock. I clear my throat.
“Just know what I want, baby girl,” he says, grabbing one of my hands and placing it over his bare cock, and I instinctively wrap my hand around it as he groans.
“There’s no one else in this room who can do this just by being near me.”
I finally throw caution to the wind, and hopefully it doesn’t come back to bite me on the butt, “Fuck me!” I demand.
“With pleasure, sweetness. But first, I need to prepare you for me.” He grins.
He pulls the hair tie out of my hair, letting the strands fall around my face. Wrapping the hair around his fist, he pulls my head back and bares the smooth curve of my neck. Lowering his lips to the hollow of my throat, he kisses, licks, and bites his way down to the curve of my shoulder, all the while I’m whimpering for more, and I can feel his dick jerk in response against my leg. Licking my lips, I reach for him, but he gently bats them away, not letting me touch him.
Naked, the urge to cover myself is strong, but I force my arms to remain at my sides as my embarrassment falls away, goosebumps break out all over my pale skin.
His eyes focus on my breasts, which are more than a handful, as he lowers his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking on the hard tip, before releasing it with a loud pop. He does the same with the other one until I’m arching my back and begging him to move.
Our lips meeting in a kiss that’s frantic, and I feel him slowly thrust inside me, his beautiful cock stretching my walls to accommodate his size as we continue to kiss, our tongues fight for supremacy.
But he takes the lead, rolling us over so that I’m straddling him. The look on his face is full of want and need, the same as on mine, and I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing it’s not just me, and he wants this as much as I do.
Four years ago, that night we hooked up was only a one-night stand, and never imagined our paths crossing again.
It was something that was just for me.
Out of that one night, destiny gifted me the biggest blessing of all.
My daughter Willow.
But there he’d been, weeks later at the warehouse, which had been a setup by Angelo. I had been naïve, thinking no one would know I’d gone out barhopping. What a fool I was to think he wouldn’t find out.
Being with Ky here, now, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. And maybe I was being a naïve fool, but I hope this is the start of something wonderful between us. Or was I just deluding myself? Probably the latter, but at this moment I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel something other than fear and dread in my life. Everything else I’ll deal with as it comes.
I need to stop my brain from overthinking things. I want to be in the moment, to feel what Ky is doing to me.
My hands stretch out instinctively towards his chest and the myriad of tattoos that adorn it, but he grabs my wrists and pushes my arms above my head. It’s as if he can’t bear for me to touch him.
“No, baby. You touch me, and it will be over before it’s begun,” he tells me, his brown eyes hooded.
Burying his face in my neck, I tilt my head slightly to give him better access as he begins to lick and suck my delicate skin, leaving marks behind to show everyone that I’m his.
Traveling down, he grabs the soft mound of my left breast, lifts it to his mouth with one hand, while still holding my arms above my head with the other, and latches on with his lips, sucking the hardening nipple deep. Using his teeth, he tortures the hard nub until I whimper and struggle against him, trying to move my arms.
“Please, Ky,” I moan deep in my throat. The sensations he’s eliciting making me burn up from the inside out.
“Please what, sweetness?” he growls, sliding even further down my body.
“Don’t torture me, dammit.” I can’t help the frustration seeping into my voice. My eyes narrowing in his direction when he only chuckles.
“Are you laughing at me?” I demand, struggling to get out of his hold, but of course, he doesn’t let me. Instead, sliding my hand between us and rubbing my clit with his thumb until I’m pliable once again and moaning softly.
Sliding farther down my body, leaving nips and kisses all over my skin, he finally arrives at the place I want his mouth the most. I can clearly feel wetness coating my pussy and the inside of my thighs, and when he lowers his head towards my pussy, I wrap my fingers around his long hair and dig into his scalp. Probably hurting him, but he says nothing, going to town on me, with slurping sounds as his tongue tortures me.
“Please, Ky…” I whisper, unable to get more out, as sensation after sensation follows his tongue, assaulting my clit.
“Please what, pretty girl?” he demands gruffly, his face still buried in my pussy, but his eyes constantly on me. My fingers tighten in the strands of his hair, trying to bring him even closer.