Page 121 of Crossing Lines

“Okay. Well, between us, I think we can pull it off.”

A sneaky look blooms in her eyes as her lips curl upward. “What are you thinking?”

Arriving at Kross’s condo for dinner, I strengthen myself before seeing him. He’s an expert at unraveling me, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise.

“Sup, baby?” He showers me with kisses, making me giggle.

“Smells so good. Thanks for cooking dinner.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He hands me a glass of wine. “How was your day?”

“Great. Production is coming along well. Lots of planning going on, too.”

“Cool.” He scoops the mashed potatoes and sauteed veggies onto a plate for me, then adds pan-seared salmon to his.

We sit at the table, sipping wine and talking in between eating.

“What are you hiding?” he questions.

I blink at him, acting oblivious. “Nothing.”

He smirks. “You’re hiding something.”

I chuckle. “Baby, whatever do you mean?”

“Hmm. I bet you’ll tell me in a bit.”

“What will happen in a bit?” I ask in a flirty tone. “Aren’t you heading to the club?”

“Shortly.” Grinning, Kross rises from the table with his plate and mine. I help him tidy the kitchen, then he takes my hand, turns off the lights in the condo, and leads me to the balcony. He kisses me hungrily and removes my blouse. “You up for a little outdoor fun?”

“People might see us,” I moan as he kisses my neck.

“Only our frames in the dark. What do you say?”

“Yes,” seeps out in a horny breath.

Unfastening my bra, he sits me on the lounge chair, pulls down my pants and underwear, and shoves my legs apart.

“Ah!” I cry out as he dives into my pussy, eating me like a second meal. “Ooh… yes…”

Kross pleasures me so good that my body explodes in seconds, and I squirt on his face. Straightening, he quickens out of his t-shirt and joggers, lifts me, and drops onto the lounge chair with me straddling his lap. I make out with him while grinding my wetness on his hard shaft. Gripping my ass, he eases me up to push into me, and we both groan from the surge of ecstasy.

Our sexual grunts echo in the air with no care in the world. Kross alternates sucking on my nipples while squeezing and smacking my ass. I ride him until the pressure builds at my core again, and my body rattles from another intense release.

He grips my waist and thrusts up rapidly, loud growls tearing out of him as he shatters and shoots hot cum inside me. We slow down the motions while making out again.

“You ready to tell me what you’re hiding?” he rasps.

I shake my head. “Not sure what you mean, bae.”

With a groan, he flattens me on my back and positions himself on top. “Guess you want more then.”

“I always do.” We start kissing passionately again as he slow-grinds his dick in me.

FIFTY-THREE

I’m relieved my birthday is on a Sunday. I can relax all day with the club closed tonight. And my morning’s off to an epic start with Davia slow-riding my dick.

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