“Did I say you could do that?”
“No.” Wetness gathers in my pussy. The power he wields as if it’s his God given right turns me on.
“You get what I give you, only when I decide you can have it,” he growls. His deep voice sends a million sparks of need careening through me.
“Please,” I whisper, wanting to feel the slide of him against my tongue and filling my mouth, pushing so far down my throat that I might gag.
The way he fists his dick has me growing agitated. He pulls his hard member toward his belly before jutting out his hips. “There are other parts that need worshipping first.”
He threads the fingers of his other hand through my hair and pulls me close. My tongue slips out to lap at his clean-shaven sac. I hate to admit just how much I love the silky soft feel of it.
That’s weird, right?
Except it’s not. It’s erotic as hell.
The need to please him rushes through me as my tongue dances over one heavy ball, showering it with tender attention before moving to its twin.
My hands grip his thighs as the tempo of his breathing picks up. “Goddamn but I love your mouth. You know exactly how to use it.”
Desire spikes through me as another groan slides from his lips. When I’ve licked every part of him, he releases his hold and I sit back on my heels, eager for what will come next. His eyes remain at half-mast as he brings the tip of his cock to my mouth, tracing over it with a featherlight touch. Painting it with salty moisture before placing the mushroom-shaped crown against the seam of my lips.
“Open.”
As I follow his directive, he places the blunt head on the flat of my tongue before carefully thrusting inside. The taste of our combined arousal explodes on my tongue as my mouth closes around him, drawing him inside as his other hand tunnels through my thick strands before setting a steady rhythm. A snarl of pleasure escapes from him as his gaze captures mine. My hands drift from his muscular thighs to his firm backside.
“That feels fucking amazing, baby.”
He strokes my mouth, sliding deeper with each drive of his hips until he’s gliding down my throat. I force my muscles to relax and suck air in through my nose. It doesn’t take long for his fingers to bite into my scalp and his thrusts to become frenzied. His head falls back, revealing the thickly corded muscles of his neck. The pleasure unfolding across his features spurs me on until my name is a fervent chant on his lips before drifting on the breeze that wafts over us.
Greedy for everything he has to give, I milk every drop until his hard length softens. Only then do I allow him to slip free. The wetness from my mouth glistens on his cock. Unable to resist the sight, I press another kiss to the tip before nuzzling it with my lips and nose.
“Goddamn that was good,” he rasps, cheeks stained with a dull flush under the silvery moonlight that slants across us.
I gasp when his hands slide under my arms and haul me to my feet as if I weigh nothing at all. He lifts me until our faces are aligned and my legs can tangle around his waist. Once my arms entwine around his neck, his hands drop to my ass.
“You ready to fuck?”
God, yes!
I nod, greedy for everything he’s willing to give me and then some.
“Good, ’cuz I need back in that sweet pussy.”
With that, he stalks inside the room. A handful of minutes later, I’m groaning out my pleasure.
Chapter Seven
Kingsley
With my arms stacked behind my head, contentment floods through me as I stare sightlessly at the ceiling. Summer is curled up against my chest. Her breathing has turned deep and even. For the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long, everything feels right. Summer feels right. Maybe I fought this arrangement at the very beginning, but no more. I’m fully onboard with it.
I’ve never felt this way about a girl.
Is it love?
Who the hell knows? It’s a little too soon to slap a label on anything. What I do know is that it’s barreling in that direction.
When my belly growls, I realize that I might have satiated one appetite, but not the other. I never grabbed anything to eat after practice. There was one thing on my mind and that’s the girl draped across my chest.
Luckily, the food situation is easily rectified.
With that decision made, I shift Summer’s naked body from mine so I can slip from beneath her. For a heartbeat, I still, making sure I haven’t roused her. We fucked for a while. She’s gotta be tired. The girl drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
When her breathing continues without interruption, I drop a light kiss against her bare shoulder blade and roll from the side of the bed before grabbing my boxer-briefs and hauling them up my thighs until the waistband snaps against my abdominals. A quick glance at the digital clock on the nightstand tells me it’s half past midnight. It’s doubtful anyone will be up at this late hour.