Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

So much hotter than porn.

She smiles around my cock and then sucks a deep breath through her nose and goes down. Far down. More than half of my shaft disappears inside her mouth. Her lips sealing tightly around my dick as her tongue flattens out and presses against it as she comes back up and immediately goes back down.

That’s it for me. I swear. Seeing Kali Anderson take my cock deep in her throat with the lights on is just about the highlight of my life right now.

Even though I want to keep watching I can’t stop myself from resting my head back into the pillow and just enjoying how she makes me feel.

Not just the blow job. All of it. The date, the go-karts, the pizza, the games. I’ve missed this so much and now… she’s mine.

She’s really mine.

“You’re mine,” I whisper, as she continues to bob on my cock.

“All yours,” she says, releasing her mouth from my cock just long enough to utter the words.

I urge her back down with my grip on her hair and she complies. Continuing to show me how much she cares with her mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she hums, making the skin of my cock vibrate against her vocal cords.

I want to hold it in, not come yet because this feels too good, but I can’t. So I start to bring her head up, letting her know I’m ready, but she just shakes her head, telling me no.

She wants me to come in her mouth again. Like she did that first night. Only this time she’s not drunk.

Just thinking about this has me ready to explode. But then Kali takes me one step closer. Her hand slips down to my balls and begins to fondle them. Cupping them in her palm like a prize.

And that’s it. I give up. I give in. She wins.

Because I release all my love and desire for her in long spurts that shoot across her tongue and down her throat.

I groan, tightening my grip on her hair as I hold her face close to my stomach.

And then I ease up and she releases me, breaking the seal of her lips, and begins kissing her way up my stomach.

She flops down to my slide, nuzzling her face into my neck. My arms wrap around her automatically, and I sigh. Content.

No. More than content.

Complete.

I dream about her. And me. And Kyle too. In my dream he’s laughing and smiling. And I’m holding Kali’s hand, so I get the feeling he approves. And then I drift away, realizing it’s morning and I’m waking up.

My morning wood is typical, but then again, it’s not. Because Kali is jerking me off.

“Oh, my God,” I mutter. A little bit sleepy still, but mostly turned on. “You’re gonna spoil me, Kal.”

“Just trying to wake you up gently.” She laughs, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “We fell asleep before we finished last night so I figured—what better way to make it up to you than this?”

“Oh, I can think of better ways.” I grin, opening one eye, then closing it quickly because the summer sun is shining brightly into the windows.

“Hmmm,” she coos. “Maybe this?” And then she swings her leg over mine and mounts me. Her hands deftly placing my cock up against her entrance.

“I could get used to his,” I chuckle, grabbing her hips.

“A woman who knows you so well, she anticipates your morning needs?”

“No,” I say, gazing up at her. “The one woman who loves me back and cares enough to surprise me every once in a while.”

“Oh.” She giggles. “Well, that’s me, Aiden.” And then she leans down to kiss my lips, just as she begins to rock back and forth.

There’s no way this is going to be long, sensual, mind-blowing sex. It’s too early, I’m too hard, and she’s way too sexy and eager.

But still, it’s the best ten minutes of my life. Waking up with Kali every morning would be a dream come true.

She comes first, and it takes every ounce of strength to make sure that happens, and then she lets me flip her over and fuck her hard for a little bit before I explode inside her.

When we’re done I want to go back to sleep forever. I wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight, unwilling—or maybe unable—to let her go.

“I have to work today,” she says.

“What time?”

“Noon.”

“What time is it now?” I ask, unable to open my eyes.

“Ten-thirty.”

“Shit,” I say.

“You can just go back to sleep and I’ll go to work and be home by eight. Then I can take you home.”

I peek at her under one heavy eyelid.

“Or not,” she says, laughing. “You can stay as long as you want, Aiden. I just figured you’d need to go back to work tomorrow.”

“I probably should,” I say. “But… I am the fucking boss.” One hundred percent as of Friday, I don’t add. “So I think I’ll stay another day.”