Page 57 of Spinning Out Of Control

“I can’t,” I gasp as Ren reaches around and finds my clit. The initial contact is brutal, but he slowly circles the abused nub, soothing away the pain and building the pleasure once again. My stomach bottoms out. Everything inside of me tightens. His cock slides deep into me, hitting my deepest point and stars dance across my vision. Tears spring from my eyes as another orgasm tears through me like a tornado, levitating me and destroying everything in its wake.

“That’s it, darling. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck I’m coming,” Ren groans as his cock swells inside me, pulsing and filling me with cum. He moans and groans his way through it, mumbling curses and little praises to me as we come down from our high together.

When he slips out, he spreads me open, and I can feel his cum dripping from my pussy and onto my thighs.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Kira.”

He places gentle kisses on my ass and the backs of my thighs before retreating to the bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth. Once he’s cleaned me up and I’ve gone to the bathroom, we lay together in bed the way we always do–cuddled on our sides with him at my back, our legs intertwined, and his arms wrapped around my waist.

“I’m so happy to be here with you, Kira,” he whispers sleepily as the sounds of the late November winds whip outside the window.

“Creo que me estoy enamorado, Ren,” I whisper in response. He nuzzles against my neck, breathing in the scent of me.

“One of these days I’m going to learn Spanish so I know what you’re saying, little pest.”

But not tonight, thankfully. I’m not brave enough to admit in English that I think I’m falling in love with this stupid, sexy, infuriating, beautiful man.

21

WARREN

“Do you want to take my ride in studio this morning?” Kira calls out from her ensuite bathroom while I remain snuggled in a few of the thousands of blankets she keeps on her bed.

She was already up and showered by the time I woke up, which was a little disappointing because I’ve grown quite fond of the slow, sleepy sex she typically craves first thing in the morning. I even tolerate the guided meditations she makes us do afterwards.

But when she brought me a cappuccino to drink in bed, all was forgiven.

“Your Saturday Killa Sixty class? There’s a bike available?” I call back, a little shocked. Kira’s Saturday morning time slot on the bike is by and far the most popular class offered at Spin Sync. I’m the damn CEO and even I haven’t been able to book a bike during my tenure.

“No, but I can bump someone. I’ve got a really fun playlist today, and it could be an excellent opportunity for Spin Sync members in the studio and at home to get more face time with you.”

“That’s sweet, darling, but I don’t want you to bump someone for me. But I can still come in and watch from the production room.”

She pokes her head through the door frame, looking stunning in just my shirt and nothing else. Half of her hair is down in her typical messy curls, while the other half has already been carefully tied into tiny braids that I know she’s going to pull back into a ponytail when she’s finished.

“It’s alright. I’ll bump HotPapi69. He doesn’t follow my cues. It gets on my nerves. Plus, he’s a creep. He’s got an entire social media page dedicated to zoomed-in shots of my camel toe. As if it’s my fault that my voluptuous pussy lips love to eat nylon bike shorts.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? He’s doing what? Yes, bump HotPapi69 immediately, love.” And I will be making sure he’s banned from the premises and the app from now on. Fucking guy.

“Perfect. You’ll be in the front row, right to my left. I love having you in class, I feel like I work harder when I’m trying to kill you.”

Yeah, perfect.

Suck on that camel toe, HotPapi69. I make a note to do a search of all the instructors online and ban anyone posting similar pictures. I realize our platform exists onthe internet and I can’t control everything, but I should do as much as I can to protect all of my employees.

And on that sobering thought, I reluctantly roll out of bed to start getting ready.

Even though Kira has a class to teach in the strength studio before her Saturday Killa Sixty, I’ll go in early with her and watch from the production room. I’ve learned that any class taught by Kira that involves lifting weights is my favorite kind to watch. She’s just so lovely standing there in the center of the room with no bike or treadmill hiding her body. I love watch the way she dances between sets, and I think I’ve developed some sort of bicep-specific fetish because I’m obsessed with watching the muscles in her arms strain and flex as she works.

After I’ve slipped into some tracksuit bottoms and trainers, I step into the bathroom to brush my teeth while Kira finishes up her hair.

“Hey, Ren?” She asks as I run a brush over my teeth and wrap my free hand around her waist. I lift my brows in the mirror, letting her know without words that I’m listening.

“Do you remember the other night when I was sucking you off and I started playing with your ass?”

“Mmmm,” I growl around a mouthful of toothpaste, squeezing her waist. Do I remember? I nearly shot off the bed from how hard I came. My cock perks up just at the thought of her choking on it while she slipped a finger inside me.

“And then I asked if you’d ever let me…”

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