Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

“Yes…”

I can see the apprehension in her eyes. She’s a puppy who’s been kicked too many times. “I’m going to keep you safe, Nevada. You don’t ever have to worry about being hurt with me.”

“I want to believe that.”

“Have I ever let you down, Nevy?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“And I’m not going to stop now.”

“Don’t call me Nevy anymore. I’m not a little girl.”

“No, you’re not. I tried to fight this. You deserve better. Now, I’m never going to let you go.” I roll her onto her back.

“I don’t want you to.”

“Be careful what you wish for, babe.” I rest the bulk of my weight on my forearms and capture her lips. I slip inside of her mouth and learn the taste and feel of her. After a long moment, I pull my lips from hers. “How can you be so sweet, Nevada?” I trail kisses down her neck and trace her collarbone with the tip of my tongue. The flavor of her skin explodes on my taste buds.

“I…I don’t know.”

Her breathlessness feeds my hunger. “I want to know how you sound when you come, Nev.”

She whimpers.

“Yes,

just like that, babe.” I push her T-shirt up and caress her belly, careful to watch her face for signs of distress. The only touch she’s had from a man was a violation. I don’t want to dredge any of that back up. I cup her breast and she arches her back. Her breasts are creamy and just big enough to fill my hands. Her nipples protrude through her lacy pink bra. Unable to resist, I bend down and suck her nipple into my mouth as I roll the tight bud of her opposite breast between my fingers.

“Oh, Wizard.”

I release her firm mound with a loud pop. “Gage,” I say to her.

She buries her fingers in my hair and massages my scalp.

“That feels good, Nev,” I whisper, letting her know I like what she’s doing. The soft touch is a balm to the rough edges I’ve formed over the years. She tugs me toward her and I reconnect our mouths. I spread her legs with my knee and line our pelvises up. The heat coming from her pussy has me hard as a rock. I grind into her and she cries out, spreading her legs wide as she moves in rhythm. Her shaky breath fans against my skin. I know she’s close, but it’s not enough. I want to feel it. I move my body, and she whimpers in protest.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to take care of you.” I pop the top button of her jeans and ease my hand inside of her panties.

Her eyes widen, and she nibbles her lip.

“I want to feel you come on my fingers.” I trail my fingers down the moist seam of her panties.

She shudders. Her eyes grow glossy and unfocused.

“Let me feel that wet pussy.” I slip my fingers inside and moan. She’s slippery wet and neatly shaven. I play with her wet folds and flick her swollen clit.

“Gage… Oh, God.”

“Let go for me, Nev. I’m going to take care of you.” I circle her entrance and her hips come up off the ground. “You’re so fucking hot like this.” I ease inside. “Tight, wet, and ready to come for me.”

“Oh.” Her mouth forms an O.

I can’t help but think how good her lips would feel around my cock. “I’m going to teach you everything, Nevada.” I circle her walls, slicking my fingers as I work my way inside. She flexes, and we both moan. “You like the way I feel inside of you, Nev?”

“Yes. Oh yes!” She clutches the sleeping bag beneath her.

I pump inside of her and her cries are electric. I bend down and suck her breasts. We find a rhythm together. She squeezes my fingers and I gently bite her nipple. Her walls pulse and she cries my name. The sticky gush of nectar almost makes me come in my pants. “You okay, babe?”