Page 96 of Crossing Lines

“You like having my finger in your ass?”

“Yes,” she hisses, pushing back on me. “Feels good. I’ve never experienced that before.”

“I’m going to make you experience so much more.” I increase the motions, finger-fucking the tight hole.

“Oooh shit!” Howls of pleasure tear out of her as she starts to come. “Oh my god! Oh!”

I allow her to ride the waves, then remove my thumb and position my dick at her heat. “Who’s pussy is it, Davi?”

“Yours,” she moans, gripping the sides of the island in preparation for what’s to come.

“Mine.”

Her melodic screams fill the condo as I shove all nine inches into her slick entrance. Teeth bared, I fuck her fast, slapping sounds creating a background track.

“Oh! Oh! Yes, Kross! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“You like that, huh?” I growl.

“Yes! Oh yes!”

Her muscles clench my dick with every thrust. I know she’s building toward another orgasm. Sliding my hand underneath, I rub her clit while continuing to pummel her pooling pussy. That sets her off in no time.

“Hmm,” she whines like she’s aching for her body to break open. “Ahh…”

I watch with a sinister grin as she quivers on the island, crying my name repeatedly while the orgasm ripples through her.

Turning her around, I pull the dress off, then lift her and sit her on my dick with her legs wrapped around me. We make out on the way to my room, collapsing in bed like tangled creatures. She removes her heels as I discard her bra to suck on her hard nipples. Then I continue to drive into her deeply, letting my balls slap her buttcheeks.

Davia runs her fingers up and down my back, marking my skin with her nails. It turns me on to the point I start tensing up.Loud growls leave me as I unload more semen inside her. I’m so into this woman that I wouldn’t mind putting a baby in her.

Breathless, I slip out and lie beside her. “You good?”

“I’m good, Kross,” she exhales, coming in for a sloppy kiss. “Mmm. So good.”

“Let’s shower together. Stay the night.”

“Have to leave early, though,” she rasps. “I have a lot to tackle in the morning at work.”

“All right. Spend the weekend with me then.”

“I will.”

I ease over for another ravenous kiss, then carry her into the bathroom.

We barely break apart in the shower to wash up, making out and caressing each other incessantly.

After drying off, we climb back into bed, and I retake my place between her legs.

I can’t get enough of Davia.

THIRTY-SEVEN

My phone alarm resounds at the crack of dawn. Moaning, we untangle from each other and straighten from the comfy bed.

I dress in Kross’s sweatpants and t-shirt with my jacket and stilettos, put my dress and underwear in a bag, and he drives me to my apartment to get ready for work.

“Call you later,” I say as we reach my door.

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