Page 92 of Bonding with the Beta

I slip my hand behind her and position my finger at her entrance and slowly push inside, beginning to pump as she continues to ride my face like her damn life depended on it.

And I’m more than happy to be used for her desires, especially when she sounds and tastes like she does. I’d do this every day if it made her happy.

“Holy shit,” she screams and claps a hand over her mouth.

I reach up and snatch her hand back, pressing it to the bed beside my head instead.

“Kayden, you’re gonna make me come.”

My mouth focuses on her clit, sucking and licking with gentle pressure whilst my fingers pump inside of her slowly until her legs tremble around my head, and seconds later, she explodes.

“Oh, fuck!”

Her hips grind for a few more moments until she pushes herself up from the headboard and presses a hand to her forehead, catching her breath as her chest moves rapidly.

I remove my fingers and flip her down onto her back before tugging a blanket over her body. My eyes flick over her pink-tinted cheeks. I brush my fingers across her forehead, pushing back the strands of blonde hair collected there.

After a few moments, her eyes open, and I lean down, grazing my mouth over hers. She hums in surprise but eagerly kisses me back without hesitation. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you to taste yourself on my tongue,” I whisper.

Kayleigh smiles against my lips and shakes her head. “You’re nasty.”

“Yeah…but you already knew that.”

She laughs unreservedly, despite her eyes falling tired, they’re big and bright. Her arms wrap around my neck and she tugs me into her, resting her head onto my chest as I place my hand against her bare waist.

“D-do you want to shower with me?” she asks gently. “I feel kinda gross.”

I twist my head to look down at her in surprise. “Yeah. I’ll shower with you.”

We stand up from the bed and walk towards her en-suite. I discard my clothes on the journey and step inside the abnormally small shower that perfectly sums up university accommodation.

“Yeah, it’s a little small,” she winces as she turns on the water. “We might not fit.”

I scoff. “Trust me, blondie. What other excuse do I need to get my hands on you?”

She rolls her eyes as she steps inside, and I follow after her. She’s right. It’s a tight fit, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching for the soap and lathering it between my hands before washing her body.

The sounds of her laughter echo around us as I touch her ticklish spots, and I grin, soaking in the way it makes my ears vibrate and my heart thump.

Once we’re both clean, Kayleigh steps out and wraps her body in a fluffy towel. I follow shortly after her.

“Do you need to go? Or–” She clears her throat as she rummages for clothes. “Do you want to stay?

“I want to stay,” I say.

A wash of relief covers her face, but she presses a hand to her cheek in an attempt to hide it. She tugs an oversized T-shirt over her head and slips on a pair of underwear before waltzing to the bed.

I quickly towel-dry my hair and face the bed. Kayleigh’s eyes wander from my chest to my shoulders to my arms and back again. The smirk that covers my lips is inevitable when she looks at me with hungry eyes.

“How often do you work out?” she asks before wrapping her wet hair up into a messy bun.

“Five times a week.”

She gawks at me. “That’s why it looks like your body is carved by God.”

I chuckle.

“I wish I had the motivation to work out,” she sighs as she rests a hand on top of her wet hair. “I have zero time to sleep, let alone exercise.”

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