Page 70 of Trust Me

I gasp in surprise when Kyle suddenly pulls back and swiftly lifts me off of the stool. All of this is done in one fluid motion. He carries me to the bedroom.

“As much as I want to fuck you on that countertop, I want our first time to be in a bed. I want to see what you look like with your hair spread on the pillows, calling my name as my dick claims you for the first time.”

We’re really going to have to discuss himclaiming meandmaking me his. I’m not a damn possession. But that conversation will have to wait because as soon as my back hits the mattress, Kyle is right there again. He strips the baggy T-shirt off of me, leaving me in just a pair of light pink, cotton panties.

Kyle sits back on his knees between my legs and stares down at me. He looks as if he’s committing my body to memory. A glint hits his eyes when he pauses at my breasts. His large hands cover them, squeezing my nipples.

I arch my back into the warmth of his hands.

“Tell me what you like, Riley,” he orders. His fingers pluck my nipples.

“That. Do more of that,” I urge.

I intake a sharp inhale when he pinches them a little harder. My pussy becomes so hot and wet, I wonder if I’ve melted the fabric of my panties. Kyle moves a hand from my breast down to trail along my thigh, running along the seam of my panty. He inserts one long finger and I moan, my eyelids falling shut.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?”

I don’t respond. But when he squeezes my nipple even tighter than before another moan escapes my throat.

Kyle makes quick work of stripping me out of the underwear. Then he begins adjusting a few pillows behind my head.

“I want you to sit up so you can watch me while I eat you out. I want you to come in my mouth, Riley.”

I almost come from his words alone.

Then he dips his head between my legs and—

Oh. My. God.

My back bows off the bed from the first lick of his tongue. He takes that opportunity to hook his arms underneath my thighs, throwing my legs over his broad shoulders.

I drop my head backward and Kyle immediately stops.

“Wh-What?” I can’t even form a complete sentence.

“I said watch me make you come.”

His voice is like a hand wrapping around my throat, trapping me in place. I can’t look anywhere but at him.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine when he lowers his head again.

My mouth falls open but no words come out. A moan sticks in my throat.

Kyle breaks our eye contact, dropping his head to pay full attention to my core, but I don’t dare look away or close my eyes. No matter how heavy my eyelids become. I’m afraid that I’ll self-combust if he stops again.

Soon, my legs begin quivering, and just like that, I’m exploding in his mouth. The groan that he makes as he laps up my juices has me coming even harder. Not until I come down from my first orgasm, does he pull back.

His eyes have darkened to an almost forest green. He looks more like a predator stalking me as he crawls up the length of my body. I lift my hand to run my fingers through the soaked hairs of his beard. I don’t know why I find that sexy as hell but I do.

Kyle brings our lips together again, allowing me to taste myself on him. It’s a mix of his strength, power, and my spiciness. It’s alluring as hell. A craving I’ve never felt before takes hold of my lower abdomen.

“I need you inside of me,” I beg, shamelessly. I might die if I don’t feel his cock soon.

A sly grin spreads over his pink lips, wet from my juices and our kiss. “I knew you would beg eventually.”

Cocky bastard.

“Fuck you,” I groan as his hand cups my pussy.