Page 139 of Something So Strong

I exhale like all the oxygen inside me is being punched out, but it’s so good.

It’s too good.

It shouldn’t be allowed to feel this good.

My hands ball into fists.

Kai’s fingers curl inside me. Rubbing. Pumping. Searching.

“Holy shit!” I gasp, almost collapsing against him.

“Found it,” he smirks and presses harder.

My knees buckle as I grip the sink and grunt profanities.

“Am I making you happy?” He grabs my cock with his free hand.

You’re about to make come if you don’t stop.

But…

Ah…

Please don’t stop.

His fingers circle and flick.

His hand pumps.

My toes curl and my feet feel numb and oversensitive all at once until a strange, swelling pleasure starts building—working its way up my legs.

My vision starts to blur, and I can feel my dick leaking.

Then it’s gone.

Kai’s fingers are withdrawn and I’m left feeling weirdly empty and alone, even with Kai beside me.

The disappointment on my face is clear, and he dares to chuckle.

I tear the towel from his waist and he stumbles.

The look in his eyes is diabolical.

I bring my hand down so hard against his cheek I won’t be the only one bruised come morning.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

His top lip rises. “Didn’t you like it?”

“Maybe I wasn’t specific enough.” I step to him, take a fist full of his hair, and yank his head to the side. “When I’m that close to coming, don’t you ever stop me. Or you’ll never get to fuck me again.”

His face scrunches from the strain on his neck. “Are you saying I’m a naughty boy?”

I slide my hand from his hair to his jaw, and kiss him.

I surrender my tongue immediately, and without meaning to, I seek out his cock. But my grip is all it takes to have him quivering,

“Don’t.” His voice almost trembles.

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