Page 83 of Kilo's Edge

Hearing my name fall from her lips as she came was the best sound in the world. She was shaking and shuddering. Her thighs trembled in a way that filled me with smug satisfaction, but I didn’t stop. Even when her body relaxed and her gasps softened, I didn’t stop. She tried to bat at my head, so I captured her wrist, pinning it to the bed.

“I’m sensitive.”

I eased the pressure on her clit, but I didn’t stop swirling my tongue. Easing my fingers from her soaked little pussy, I grabbed her other wrist and pinned that to the bed as I started eating her out like a man possessed. I was still soft with it but there wasn’t an inch of her drenched pussy that wasn’t going to get attention.

“Oh!” she cried out and her hips arched into me. “It’s too much.”

It wasn’t, or her hips wouldn’t be moving with me the way they were. She wouldn’t be starting to moan again. I lapped at her, figuring out all the places that made her groan.

I slid my fingers back into her body, groaning against her clit. She was so fucking sexy. Her pussy was soaking wet and the sounds it made as I continued to finger fuck her were loud in the quiet room.

She left her hands where I’d pinned them to the bed, even though I wasn’t holding them there anymore. She was twisting the blankets up in her grasp. And she was breathing like she’d just run a mile.

“You’re going to come for me again, Mercy,” I growled against her wet flesh. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you come a third time.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “I don’t... I can’t.”

She could. I’d make sure of it. She was already on the verge of another orgasm.

“Please, Kilo. I can't,” she sobbed.

I licked her clit and curled my fingers inside her body, searching out that sensitive spot. She gasped and bucked into me. I draped my free arm over her hips, forcing her to stay where I wanted her. She was mine to drive as wild as I wanted. Mine to take pleasure from. To give multiple orgasms to. I was going to spend the rest of my life reminding her why she’d chosen me. Why she loved me.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she came, screaming my name. Hearing her say my name like that, made my cock leak. I didn’t give her time to come down from the high this time. Grabbing her by the hips, I flipped her and smacked her ass. Her gasp was like music to my ears as I jerked her hips back, lined up, and sank my aching dick into her soft, wet cunt. “Fuck,” I breathed.

Her upper body sank down until she had her tits and cheek pressed to the sheets. Her arms were stretched out above her head to help her balance.

Goddamn she was sexy. That sweet ass was a dream to look at as I fucked her from behind.

She didn’t try to hold back. Not her moans. Or her orgasms. She let me drive her out of her mind with lust. The sounds she was making were going to be my undoing.

Reaching around, I grabbed her throat, squeezing a little, but not cutting off her air supply.

She cried out and her pussy clenched around me. “Oh God!”

I tightened my hold on her throat and leaned over, biting her shoulder. “You like that?”

She nodded, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

We’d have to play with that a little later because I was putting a lot of weight onto her and I didn’t want to hurt her. Raising back up, I grabbed both her hips and pounded into her. The slap of our bodies was loud, but it was nothing compared to her cries and the sound of the headboard thumping against the wall.It was a damn good thing I didn’t live in an apartment with neighbors or we’d be getting complaints.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out. I slowed a bit and the little growl of frustration she gave was so sexy, I grinned. “I didn’t say stop!” she snapped.

Chuckling, I smacked her ass. “Maybe I don’t want you coming yet,” I told her. She felt too damn good. Hot and wet and I loved having my cock inside her.

“What happened to fucking me until I came?” she countered.

My eyebrows shot up and I leaned over her again, bringing my face close to hers. “My woman gets a bit angry when I don’t give her what she wants. Interesting.”

“Kilo,” she said, her voice a plea.

“What do you want, Mercy?”

“Make me come!”

“Ask nicely.”

She grumbled something under her breath, sounding pissed. “Please, make me come.”

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