Page 51 of Sunshine & Sinful

Angry for letting us get this far and hoping I didn’t hurt her sexy little bottom, I withdraw my cock from her ass until just the tip is left inside. Kali reaches back and grips my hip as if she’s afraid I’ll walk away.

“Please,” she begs, voice wavering.

My balls draw up at her plea, wanting to give her what she desires. If only my dick would cooperate. “Sweets. We can finish later.”

Her nails bite into my flesh. “No.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” And we’ve got a body to dispose of.

“Please.”

“Why?”

“Because I need it.”

“I already got you off, Sweets. I can lick your pussy if you want more.”

Her head shakes back and forth. “No. Not that.”

“You need my cum,” I guess.

Messy hair falling over her shoulders, Kali’s shallow nod and sputtered breath is confirmation enough. If she needs my cum, I’ll do whatever I can to give it to her. There hasn’t been a single moment in almost twenty years where I questioned why I wanted her. This, right here, standing in a vintage, blue-tiled bathroom, heart pounding in my chest, cock as hard as a bar of steel, just solidifies what I’ve always known—she’s the one. She’s always been the one. She’ll always be the one… and there’s not a goddamn thing I won’t do to make her happy.

Not wanting to use Kali’s juices as lube and not wanting to hurt her ass any more than necessary, I lean over her sexy little body and flick open the medicine cabinet in search of something to make this go smoother. On the second shelf, I find a squeeze tube of jelly lubrication and squirt a generous amount where we’re connected—first her rim and then up my shaft. The coolness tingles,and she gasps all cute and shit as I work it around her entrance.

“You sure you want this?” I check to be certain. ‘Cause we can stop, and I’ll be just as happy.

A broken, needy moan and swivel of her hips is answer enough. So, I give my woman what she wants. Wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her onto her tippy toes, our eyes clash in the mirror above the sink. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I sweep her hair to the side and kiss her shoulder softly, lingering. Pulse pounding against my lips, her pupils swell, swallowing the sea of her gaze as her lids lower to half-mast, barely able to stay open. When I nibble her neck, she shivers, expelling the most adorable sexually charged gasp. When I press my hand firmly between her breasts, cant my hips, and impale my shaft into her tight little hole, her back goes rigid against my chest, and that sweet mouth pops open, rounding into a perfect “O” as those manicured brows pinch cutely in the center.

“That’s it,” I encourage before dropping my lips to the juncture of her shoulder to suck another welt to match the others as I wait for her to adjust around my girth.

Blowing out an audible breath, tension bleeds from Kali’s form. I pepper kisses from one shoulder to the next and finally give in to what we both want—I fuck her ass.

In and out, slow at first, I build momentum until her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her palm slaps against the mirror for support. Raspy moans pour like melted chocolate from Kali’s parted lips, and I reach around to rub her clit as I pound her from behind.

“Ohhhh. Fuuuck,” Kali draws, voice wrecked.

“That’s it.”

A splash of wetness bathes the floor as her entire body convulses, but I don’t stop. I fuck her deeper, harder. On and on, I take her, drawing whatever I can from her needy body, and it lets me. Her ass clamps around my shaft as she comes, and when she’s done, it loosens just enough to let me start again.

And I make her do it again and again.

Dousing our feet in her cum, screaming in ecstasy, head resting on my shoulder.

Once her legs give out, no longer able to hold any weight, I carry her to the toilet, where I drop the lid and sit down, her back to my front. Setting her on my lap, my dick in her ass, my back against the cool porcelain of the tank, I grip the underside of Kali’s thighs and fuck into her awaiting body. Her head rests on my collarbone, and her eyes remain closed as waves of delirious pleasure surge through her form.

“Your ass loves my cock, Sweets.”

In response, her hole squeezes around my shaft. I lower her to the hilt, then pause to let her catch her breath. Resting her feet on my knees, I wipe my palm over her forehead to clear the sweat away as her breasts heave.

Nuzzling the side of her neck, I kiss her there. “You done yet?” I nip her earlobe, and she haphazardly shakes her head. Of course, she's not—the fiend.

Chuckling to myself, I slide my palm down her damp stomach to her soppy wet pussy where I shove two fingers inside. I can feel my cock through the thin wall of her cunt, and she moans as I curve my fingers just enough tomassage her G-spot and roll her clit between two fingers with my other hand.

Back arching slightly, Kali’s center clamps around my fingers, and her ass tightens around my cock. “Colton,” she whimpers my name, and damn if that doesn’t do something to me. My heart knocks against my sternum. I know I should focus on getting off because that’s what she wants, but I can’t. Not when I can’t get enough of this. Of her. Those cries. The whimpers. Her climaxes. Watching her shatter over and over, here of all places, because she trusts me to care for her. To love her. To please her.

Damn.

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