Page 93 of Crossing Lines

Kross inches his thickness into my leaking passage with a rough grunt. Reaching the hilt, he grinds in my accommodating channel while devouring my mouth, and I lose myself to theotherworldly pleasure. It blows my mind just how incredible his dick feels. It’s like he belongs in me.

“This is my pussy,” he declares. “You’re gripping me ‘cause you know.”

I wrap my legs around his lower back, wanting him to stay in me forever. The emotions circulating are like a sweet venom. I’m now addicted.

“Uhh…” I whimper and clench my teeth as the stream of ecstasy flows to my middle. “Kross!”

“Yeah, baby. Come all over my dick.” He watches me shatter with absolute delight on his face. Once the waves simmer, he proceeds to kiss me again, grinding even harder.

His muscles tense under my fingers as his body starts to quiver, and his grunts turn brutal as he shoots his warm cum inside me.

We make out savagely while he continues to thrust. Soon, I start to have another orgasm. Kross fucks me through it, and I realize my body is in for a long night.

My eyes flutter open to sunrays brightening the bedroom. I feel exuberant. Rejuvenated. I enjoyed every second with Kross last night.

His gentle kiss on my shoulder makes me turn to look at him. “Good morning.”

“Bonjour, ma belle.”

“Ooh,” I purr. “Hearing you speak French to me will never not sound sexy.”

He smiles. “You good?”

“Yeah. I have to get to work, though.” I sit up with the comforter over my breasts.

That cracks him up. “Why are you hiding, shorty? Like I haven’t seen everything.” He gives me a quick peck, straightens from the bed, and picks up his clothes from the carpet, setting them on the chair. I lust at his fit physique and impressive length before he puts on his boxers. “I’ll make your breakfast while you shower.”

“You don’t have to do—”

“Hey,” he hushes me, hauling on his jeans. “Let me take care of you. What would you like to eat?”

I relax and allow him to cater to me. “Avocado toast, apple, and coffee for the road. A little bit of the almond creamer. It’s sweet, so there’s no need for sugar.”

“I got you.” He smiles at me. “Everything will be ready by the time you finish dressing for work.”

“Thank you.”

He winks, grabs his hoodie, and walks into the living area. With a happy breath, I jump out of bed and enter the bathroom for a warm shower. Finishing, I moisturize my body, slip into an asymmetric black top over straight-leg blue jeans, brush my curls into a high puff, and apply makeup and perfume.

As I step into the living area, I see Kross placing the plate on the kitchen island. “Your breakfast, baby.”

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you.” I beam at him while sitting on a stool. Aside from my grandpa, no other man has ever cooked for me.

Kross fills my tumbler with coffee as I eat. “I won’t be at the club tonight. How about I take you out?”

“Sure.” Delight dances in me until reality kicks in, reminding me of Jamir. “Um...”

He leans against the counter, watching me intensely. “What’s up?”

“I need to have a better talk with Jamir; explain what happened to us.”

“Do what you need to do. I know you have a history and hate hurting him, but that life isn’t serving you anymore.” He comes around the island to kiss my cheek. “Come to me entirely and allow yourself joy. You’ll never feel unappreciated.”

“Thank you.” I caress his jaw affectionately.

“Text me when you’re home from work. I’ll pick you up.” He gives me another kiss, this time on my lips, grabs his jacket, and leaves the apartment.

Arriving at the office, I place my things on the desk and veer down the passage toward the jewelry and merchandise department. Iree’s the first one here, arranging pieces for the Inner Harbor store.

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