Page 12 of The Promise

“Have you forgotten how to make a girl come Davis?” I say, running my thumbs along his sharp, bristled jawline.

“Obviously not,” he pairs that with an eye roll.

“Then relax,” I whisper, pushing our lips together again and lacing my fingers tightly through the short blonde tresses, that lay at the nape of his neck.

Our lips and hands are everywhere and it’s fucking euphoric. His huge, rough palms move under my t-shirt, unclipping my bra in less than a second and whipping it free. The kiss is deep, so fucking hot and wet and everything you could ever want from a kiss. It’s all nipping, sucking, biting, as we tumble down onto the couch together, with me straddling his stellar thighs.

“Ground rules,” I moan into his mouth, when he sucks at my bottom lip. His fingers wrap through my long waves. “What? Why?”

“Because that’s how I do things Kyle.”

“Ok,” he whispers, my lip coming between his teeth again. “Just tell me, whatever you want and you can have it.”

“If we’re going to do this, you don’t fuck anyone else.”

That captures his attention and he breaks the kiss, pondering for a beat. “Do we get to do this on a regular basis?”

“Of course, that’s the deal.”

His lips crash back onto mine. “Deal.”

“Also,” I murmur as he flips us, weighing his huge body down onto mine. “You get tested, so you can fuck me without a condom. I hate the things, it’s like having a bath with socks on, so unnatural.” I screw my nose at the thought.

Kyle huffs a light laugh. “I got tested last week and like I said, I haven’t had sex in a while. But I don’t mind getting tested again, if you want me to.”

I narrow my eyes suspiciously, not sure whether I should trust him. But who am I kidding? He’s been nothing but respectful towards me since we met and I'm dying to let him fuck me tonight. Like really fuck me and that means going in bare.

I hold out my pinky. “You promise?”

“I promise,” he says, linking our pinky fingers together without hesitation and a blinding smile lights up his face.

“Take your clothes off then Davis,” I coo and he sits up, practically ripping his t-shirt off and taking his shorts with them, leaving him in a bare of black, tightly fitted boxers.

Now it’s my turn to gulp. “Woah,”

“What?” He laughs, as my eyes trace every line of his ribbed stomach, the way his waist tapers in and his thick thighs showcase every line of each muscle that hides beneath his skin. He’s a work of art.

“You’re like a dream,” I sigh and Kyle scrubs a hand down his face, a nervous chuckle accompanying it. He reaches for my hands and I let him haul me to my feet.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re like the poster girl for sex on legs.” His hands wrap around the hem of my t-shirt, lifting his eyebrows for permission to undress me and I of course, nod eagerly.

“Kyle, I've been with a lot of guys, most of them athletes, but you…” My eyes rake down him, like he’s my favourite snack. “I mean, look at those abs, I just want to lick them all over.”

“Get on with it then.” He whispers and my lip comes between my teeth when I drop to my knees. He thumbs my now bare nipples, twisting them delicately and I feel the moisture dripping down my inner thighs. I need him, so fucking badly, but first, I intend to do as I'm told.

I drag my tongue up the grooves of his stomach, so slowly it looks like he might combust as he watches me. His lips are parted, breathing heavily as I make my way back down, landing just above the hem of his boxers. I flutter my lashes as I peer up at him, stroking a slow finger up his protruding dick, before pulling the elastic down to expose him fully. My god, he’s fucking huge, like good huge, but huge all the same. I stick out my tongue, eager to drag it up his cock and make him squirm. But before I can, he takes my face between his huge hands.

“Ladies first,” he smirks and lifts me gently to my feet. He picks me up by the back of my thighs, to wrap my legs around his waist as he walks me to my bedroom. He throws me down on the bed, pulling my sweatpants down and tossing them behind him.

“Jesus Christ Barbie, this is what you’ve been hiding from me for weeks?” He whimper-moans, admiring my glistening pussy as she sits, waiting for him to please her. “Seriously,” he swallows hard, “wow…” I watch him with pride, darting a tongue out to lick his lips. “Can I?”

This man is so damn respectful, it's making me feel like a queen in my very own castle.

I nod once, eyes bright and anticipating. “Please,” God, I want his face buried so deep in there I could suffocate him. I wrap an ankle around his neck, hoisting him deep into my ocean and hopefully drowning him there. He hums with delight, as he sucks my throbbing bud into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and my back arches off the bed without my permission. His large palms grip my already shaking legs, holding me to him, so I can’t escape the intense pleasure that ripples through me like a tsunami. His hot tongue explores me, lapping continuously until I'm almost toppling over the edge of the cliff he has me teetering on.

“God, you taste like heaven,” his lips move against me, his warm breath tickling my clit, as it begs for more. More sucking, more nipping, just more. I squirm under him. “I know,” I croak, my voice betraying me, giving way to the mind bending pleasure. Kyle’s eyes spring up to mine, questioning me. “Well, I’ve been told.” I clarify and a slow smile widens his handsome face.

Kyle dips his fingers inside me, running along my depth. “Taste yourself,” he says, dragging a moist finger along my bottom lip. His eyes are hooded as he waits, sultry and dominating in a way I’ve never seen him before. It’s fucking hot.

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