Don't Lie (Don't 2)

I strolled into the bedroom, dropping next to Kaitlyn. She had disappeared sometime after Cal and Lance left.

“I think it’s official.”

“What’s that?” she asked, rolling toward me.

“We are officially living together.” I grinned as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of me.

She pretended to squirm.

“Official sounds official.”

When in the hell had I become this man? One look at her and my chest filled with some kind of strange pride. I was proud she was mine. Proud I had fought for us. Proud that my son was where he belonged and we were all going to live under the same roof.

My fingers worked their way under her shirt and grazed her soft skin. I went straight for the clasp on her bra.

“Finally, I have you all to myself,” I growled.

“Grayson?” Her breath hitched.

“Lisa took him for dinner at her house and a movie before bed. I’d say we have three hours.”

“Really?” Kaitlyn bit her bottom lip.

I rolled her on to her back, pinning her hands over her head.

“Really.” I eyed her. I was serious about getting alone time. We’d have to figure out how to balance it, but I wasn’t putting our sex life on hold because I had a son.

Plenty of people figured this out. We could do it too.

“I think you could have had me a lot sooner than now,” she teased.

She arched her back off the bed as I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her arms, leaving her tits exposed.

“Isn’t this worth the wait?” I descended on her tits, sucking one into my mouth.

Kaitlyn moaned. My hands moved to the waist of her shorts, flicking the button open.

I shimmied the shorts off her hips. I kissed her navel and the line of flesh between her hipbones.

“You have on pink,” I growled.

She nodded, knowing this was my favorite pair. I traced the edge of the panties.

I dipped between her legs, and used my teeth to tug on the lace. She arched toward me as needy as I was hungry to devour her.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

I inhaled her sweet scent, sending a direct hard-on to my dick. I loved everything about this girl. Her body. How she tasted. How she moved under me.

“You don’t have to be quiet this time,” I taunted. Maybe it was more of a dare. How loud could she be? How far could she lose control?

I wanted to find out. I wanted to know if her screams would shatter the windows as I licked her sweet pussy.

The panties caught at her ankles. Kaitlyn mewed, ready to beg me to fuck her with my tongue. I saw the lust in her eyes. The way she chewed her lip. The way her tits perked. She was my dessert. And I settled between her legs, ready to drown in her honey.

My fingers settled on her folds before prying them wide. Her clit glistened as I dipped and swirled my tongue over it, making a figure eight before thrusting it inside her.

Her hips quickened their pace until my head was thrashing from side to side, feasting on her. Kaitlyn grasped at the bed, trying to hold on to something.