Page 15 of Beautiful Soul

When Lena stepped away and began to lift her shirt, he stepped closer once again and pulled her back into his arms. Dropping his head, he kissed her. He wanted to romance her, not just get down and dirty with her.

As his lips took hers and his tongue pushed for entrance, he wrapped an arm around her waist and bent her back so she had to cling to him to keep from falling to the ground. She gasped and grabbed him, holding tight as the kiss went on and on and on.

When his hard-as-steel cock could not take any more, he straightened them back up again. Without releasing her, he began to work her out of her clothes.

By the time he broke the kiss to ease her t-shirt over her head, he was ready to say to hell with romance and throw her down. But he took a deep breath and stepped back to admire the woman and the beautiful golden glow that emanated from her soul.

Her bra was hanging off her elbows, and her jeans and panties were pushed to her knees. She stared at him through narrowed eyes, looking more than a little put out that he had stopped the kissing.

He smiled as he pulled his shirt over his head. Pulling a strip of condoms from his pocket, he then shoved his pants down and off, leaving him naked. His cock twitched as her gaze traveled like a warm hand down his body, lingering on his long, thick erection, before traveling back north again.

A moment later, she dropped the rest of her clothes to join him in nakedness. Her scars appeared lighter than they had during their first encounter, and the hunger in her eyes silently encouraged him to move things along.

So he did.

Stepping over the pile of their clothes, he lifted her into his arms. He ignored the bed, feeling something was off in that space, which may be why she could not sleep at night. She felt the bad vibes as well.

“Arms and legs around me, sweetling,” he whispered as he turned and carried her the two steps to the blank wall by the door that led to the rest of the apartment.

She clung to him, laying her head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes as he fought to hold onto his control.

“Fuck me,” she breathed just before kissing her way up the side of his neck.

Pressing her back against the wall, Kingsley used the arm under her ass to lift her several inches as his other hand reached around her thigh to take hold of his cock. Fitting the head into her wide, dripping-wet opening, he lowered her just enough for the head to enter her.

“What do you want? Tell me your deepest desire,” he whispered, looking into her eyes.

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His words sounded a bell in her memory, though her deepest desire had changed over the past few days. Now she wanted more than one thing. So, meeting the pale-green eyes that seemed to be glowing as they stared back at her, she spoke from her heart.

“While I still want to be normal and not look like a monster anymore, I also want you to fuck me so long and hard I have a hard time walking afterward.”

Kingsley grinned. “May your outside be as beautiful as your soul. And so mote it be.”

Before she could question the meaning of his response, Kingsley kissed her as he lowered her fully onto his cock. He filled her so completely, so perfectly, she sucked a breath and gave a long, low moan.

Once he was fully embedded in her body, he broke the kiss and tilted his head so their foreheads met. “Damn, you feel good, sweetling.”

After pulling in another breath, she was able to moan, “So do you.”

He held her suspended as he pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained before reversing direction and filling her once again. He kept up the slow pull and glide until she could not take the pace any longer.

Clenching the muscles of her pussy around him, she demanded, “More. Faster. Fuck me.”

She felt his back muscles stiffen under her hands, but he did not lose control. He moved slightly faster for the next several strokes, then each stroke gained in strength and speed. Lena clenched each time he shoved home, which seemed to push him to move faster and faster.

She felt everything in her lower belly pull together, tighten, prepare for something spectacular, but she could not seem to reach nirvana.

“Play with your tits.”

His words were deeper, broader than his usual speech. As if they came from some otherworldly place inside him. Her hands moved of their own volition, stroking across his back and then between them to cup the fleshy mounds that still sat high and perky on her chest. Despite her weight, she had never had large breasts, which had been a bane during her younger years, but proved to be a good thing these days as they had not fallen to droop down her chest as other women’s.

Cupping her hands over her tits, the knotted-up nipples proved how aroused she was. Streaks of lightning shot from those bits of flesh straight to her pussy, causing it to tighten once more around Kingsley’s cock.

He watched with a smile, his eyes glowing neon green. “Pinch them. Make yourself come.”

Her eyelids drifted down, blinding her to the sight of the thoroughly aroused male as her fingers acted on his words. She gasped as the pain of the twin pinches turned to pleasure. At the moment her body began to convulse with her orgasm, fiery heat flashed in all her scars causing her to cry out.

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