I pushed up, positioning myself just above him; the tip of his dick teased my entrance. I started to slide down and gasped as my body tried to adjust to his size. “Okay, that’s enough for right now,” I said, my head falling back at the sensation coursing through my body, and he was barely even in.
“Look at you, taking me in like a fucking rock star. You’re so fucking beautiful, Saylor. Seeing you like this.” His hands were all over me, touching and exploring. He shifted forward and pulled my body toward him at the same time so his lips could cover my breast. His tongue flicked at my nipple, making me gasp as I moved down, taking in another inch of him. I was panting now, because I wanted this so badly. Wanted all of him. The feel of his lips and his tongue and his hands.
And the way he was filling me slowly.
It was a mix of both pleasure and pain as I moved down lower. His lips moved to my other breast, and my eyes fell closed at the sensation. I moved down further, feeling myself stretch around him.
He pulled back to look up at me with complete amazement. “You can take it, baby. Give me that sweet mouth.”
I leaned down and kissed him, his tongue sliding in and out, as I pushed down further, moaning into his mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair as he brought his chest up to meet mine. I slid the rest of the way down and stopped moving completely, pulling back from our kiss as I adjusted to the intrusion. To the feel of him inside me.
“Fuck, baby. Nothing has ever felt better. I love you so fucking much,” he whispered against my ear, his lips kissing along my neck.
My body was on fire, and my head fell back as I started to rock against him.
“Oh my God, King. It feels so good.”
“It’s all you, baby. Take your time. Show me what you want.”
I pushed him back down to lie on his back, and I let my body take over. I rode him slowly at first before we found our rhythm. I looked between us, where we were joined, and watched as he slid in and out of me. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
His hands were on my hips, and he moved right along with me. His muscles flexed every time our bodies slammed together. We were both lost in the moment now.
Faster. Needier.
We were covered in a layer of sweat, our breaths and moans and gasps the only audible sounds in the room.
“King,” I whispered. He knew exactly what I needed, and his hand moved between us, pressing little circles into my clit.
I couldn’t hold on any longer.
My body started to shake, and I leaned back, my hands landing on the back of his thighs, as I rocked into him again and again.
“Good girl. That’s it,” his deep voice said in the darkened room. “Come for me, baby.”
And I went right over the edge.
I cried out his name and fell forward as he captured my mouth with his.
He thrust into me again.
And again.
Before he followed me right over the edge.
With my name on his lips.
twenty-six
Kingston
I hada ton of nervous energy, and there was no one better to spend the day with when I felt like this than Cutler. Nash wanted to go meet the guys over at the Halseys’ ranch and get them started on building the addition off the back of the house. I’d offered to take the little dude to hit some balls to get ready for his playoff game coming up. He’d been getting better and better with each game, and most importantly, he loved it. He wanted to practice, and it was all he’d been talking about lately.
“Pops said you’ve always been good at every sport,” Cutler said, as he swung at the slow balls that were coming at him. He hit every single one of them, and I was impressed. “That’s how I want to be.”
“I did all right. And you’re already a rockstar, Beefcake. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” I chuckled as I paused the ball machine and came over to help him adjust his hand placement on the bat. “Eye on the ball, and follow all the way through.”
“Got it.” He rubbed his foot in the dirt a couple of times, which made me laugh. He was sporting an orange and white tracksuit, but he’d taken the jacket off because the sun was out in full force today.