Page 32 of King of Players

And I couldn’t get enough of her.

Kaira linked her legs over my back and bucked. “I want you so bad.”

“Here?”

Kaira hesitated then nodded, slowly. “I’ve never done it on a kitchen counter before.”

“There’s a lot of places we can do it.” I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, pausing to tug on her lobes. I kept one hand on the small of her back while the other fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Once her breasts spilled forward, I lowered my head and took one nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck, Chad.” She dug her nails into my back and hissed. “That feels so good.”

“We’re just getting started.” I moved to the other nipple and bit down, hard. When she cried out, I used one hand to pull down my boxers, and the other to palm her. She made a low choked noise in the back of her throat and ripped off her underwear. Without opening her eyes, she threw them over her shoulders, where they landed with a flutter on the floor.

In one quick move, I was inside of her.

Kaira made another whimpering noise that made my blood boil. I placed my hands on either side of the counter and thrust. She was bathed in the low and dim lighting of her apartment, and I had never seen anything like that.

She made me feel things I’d never felt before.

I didn’t want it to end.

And I had no idea where I should be excited or terrified.

So, I buried myself inside of her and waited until she expanded and writhed against me. Her nails raked across my back, pausing to trace the scars there. Suddenly, her hands darted back up to the top of my short, light blonde hair. She ran her fingers over it, sending shivers of delight racing up and down my spine.

I leaned back to look at her and grunted. “You have no idea how good this feels. You running your hands all over my body….fuck.”

Kaira moaned. “Oh, Chad. Oh, yes.”

Over and over I eased out and slammed back into her. She rocked back and forth against me, the smell of her lemon scented shampoo washing over me. When she threw her head back, I sunk my teeth into her shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut.

Sweat poured down my back.

She inched closer to the edge of the counter and panted. “You feel so good. Oh, Chad. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it,” I told her, through gritted teeth. Then I kissed every inch of skin, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in my wake until she was calling out with careless abandon. Her fingers traced a path down my back, stopped at my behind and squeezed.

Damn she was sexy.

Given that she was uptight before I met her, I knew it wasn’t easy for Kaira to let go like this, especially when she had her doubts about my history. Luckily for me, she’d gone from trying to keep her distance to realizing how good we were together.

Kaira had me wrapped around her finger, and she had no idea.

And I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Not when being with her felt this good.

Kaira’s eyes fluttered open, the flecks of gold in them more pronounced. She stared at me as we moved, rocking back and forth against each other with wild and reckless abandon. In the distance, a car honked, and I heard the TV go up through the thin walls.

She gripped my shoulders and ground against me.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck and circled my hips. Kaira’s entire body shook and spasmed against me, rivulets of sweat sliding down her back, and the siders of her face. When she caught her breath, I moved faster, pumping in and out of her at a frenzied pace. Waver after wave of pleasure built up within me.

Her breathing came out in short, little whimpers that reverberated inside of my head. I gripped the counter tighter and squeezed my eyes shut. Together, we moved, as if nothing and no one else mattered. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and brought her face to a rest against my chest.

Over the pounding of my heart.

I twisted my arms over my head and gripped her feet. “I’m close.”

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