Page 37 of Kilo's Edge

My heart was racing and my pulse was thudding loudly in my ears. The sound of the oven timer beeping had him pulling back and cursing under his breath. He reached over and slammed his finger against the off button. “We’ll eat later,” he growled.

“But-”

“I’m not hungry for food,” he told me, his mouth finding mine again. His mouth was just as demanding and eager as his hands as they roved over me, igniting fires inside of my body. My legs went around his waist and my arms went around his neck. “Fuck,” he growled. “Hold on tight, Baby.”

He lifted me off the counter, one arm under my ass while the other threaded through my hair, holding me still as he continued to kiss me as he walked. The next thing I knew we were going down. I let out a squeak and clutched him tighter.

“That was fucking adorable,” he mumbled against my neck as he settled us on his bed. His hips pressed into mine and I realized exactly what he meant by he wasn’t hungry for food. He was starving for me. He was using his tongue and teeth on my skin and it made me shiver with delight.

His cock was thick and hard between us. It was rubbing against my pussy and I couldn’t help but grind up against him. I’d been waiting for this for too long. I’d been too scared to give in because if I did, and had to leave, it would break me. But there was no choice anymore. I needed him too badly.

He pushed up on his forearms and stared down at me. “You have any idea how badly I’ve wanted you? How many times I’ve jacked off in the shower thinking about you?”

My mouth dropped open at his words. I wasn’t a virgin, but that didn't mean I had a lot of experience. And his dirty words conjured up all sorts of images in my mind. I wanted to see that. To watch him stroke himself until he came. And that realization made me feel a little shy. That and the knowledge that he was about to strip me naked and do all those things he’d said he was thinking about before.

My body didn’t embarrass me. My breasts were small, my stomach a bit rounded, and my butt and thighs were thick. I loved my butt. It was my best feature. I just didn’t want to think that he’d look at me and find me lacking in any way. If he liked a flaca with big breasts and blonde hair, he was going to be disappointed.

He frowned down at me. “What’re you thinking?” He already knew how to read me too well. He arched a brow. “I know it doesn’t have anything to do with this fucking sexy body because you’re perfect.” He shoved my shirt higher, peppering kisses over my stomach as he went.

I couldn’t help but laugh as his short beard tickled me. My laughter didn’t last long. “Oh God,” I breathed as his hands skimmed up and cupped my breasts.

He squeezed them and groaned, then shoved my shirt up until it was just under my chin. My nipples hardened further under his gaze. “Is this new, too?” he teased, fingers tracing the lace of my bra.

“Yes,” I admitted.

He grinned at me. “So you planned to seduce me, huh? With these tiny shorts and this sexy lingerie. What else you got hidden under your clothes, Camila?”

My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. How was I supposed to talk when he looked at me like that? When his fingers started rubbing my nipple?

He chuckled. “Guess I'll have to find out. Later. Right now, I’m busy.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then tugged the cup of my bra under my breast. My clit throbbed as the cool air hit my nipple before his hot mouth was closing around it.

I cried out, arching off the bed, my fingers digging into his short hair. His tongue swirled around the tight peak and he sucked. Now it was him trying to kill me. I was having a hard time holding still, writhing beneath him. He had me so turned on, I wondered if I could orgasm like this. Probably not, but he seemed determined to try to make me.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, switching to my other breast. He didn’t seem to mind my smaller breasts, and thank God, because his tongue was magic. My body was burning up. He moved lower, licking the space between my breasts, then the soft skin under each, his mouth leaving a trail of heat everywhere it went.

It wasn’t enough though. My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Kilo.”

He lifted his head, a smug look on his face. “What do you want, Baby? Tell me.”

“Have some mercy,” I said, repeating his earlier words.

He chuckled as he continued to kiss his way down my body.

“Is that what you want? Mercy?”

I nodded, breathing hard as he scraped his teeth over my hip.

He dragged my shorts down, leaving my little lace thong on. “Or do you want me to give you an orgasm that makes you scream?”

I sucked in a breath, my eyes fluttering closed. “That. I want that.”

“You want to scream?”

“God, yes.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered, wedging his massive shoulders between my thighs.

When he rubbed his mouth over the wet lace of my thong, I let out a strangled cry. He didn’t stop there, just kept pressing his face against my core. His nose nuzzled my clit, sending zings of pleasure through me.

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