Page 102 of Kismet

His strong hands lift me enough to reposition my balls on his face, and he wastes no time sucking them into his mouth. His tongue annihilates my sac and I can’t even focus on his dick anymore because I’m going out of my mind.

“Stone… ah…please,fucking please!”

Lifting me again until I fall forward a little, he asks, “What do you need, baby?”

“You,” I pant. “I need you inside me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Up,” he orders me, slapping my ass again. We both stand, and like two magnets, we collide. Our lips mold together, tongues challenging one another, teeth nipping at lips, and hands roaming each other.

“Lube?” he asks against my lips.

“Mmm… the pantry behind you.” I can’t seem to keep my lips off him.

“You keep lube in your pantry?”If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d laugh at his expression.

“No, but there’s olive oil in there. Use that. But hurry, I can’t fucking wait.”

With quick hands, he fishes out the olive oil and uncaps it, pouring some onto his fingers. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and arch your back for me.”

He gets to work, opening me and stretching me. One finger, then two, before working a third in, not wasting time on being slow and gentle. Once he seems to be pleased, he withdraws his fingers.

“I don’t suppose you have a condom in here too?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I glance at him over my shoulder. “No. I want to feel all of you, Stone.”

His pupils blow. “You’re sure?”

I nod my head, turning back around, and pushing my ass back for him. The slick sound of him slathering his cock up with the oil meets my ears moments before the blunt head of his dick presses into my hole. Like he did with his fingers, he doesn’t waste his time being gentle, shoving his way in with authority.

My breath hitches at the intrusion, and I clench my walls around him before forcing myself to relax, allowing him to sink all the way in. I’m stretched obscenely wide, and I’m stuffed so full it’s overwhelming. Sweat lines my forehead and I have to remind myself to breathe.

He starts moving in and out of me at a steady tempo, and the feeling of him with no barrier inside me is unreal. I push my ass back, meeting his every thrust. The loud sound of skin slapping reverberates through my kitchen, and in the back of my mind, I hope the window behind him is closed.

On second thought, I don’t fucking care. Let the neighbors hear.

“Fuck, Cash,” he groans. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”

One of his hands reaches up and grabs my shoulder, using it as leverage to slam into me harder, making my eyes roll back. The countertop is digging into my chest, but I couldn’t care less. Every nerve ending in my body is lit up with the electricity his body brings mine. My prostate is grazed on almost every thrust, stars erupting behind my eyes, and my jaw permanently slack.

My cock is hard and heavy between my legs, and my balls are so full, they physically ache. “Please…please, can I touch myself?”

His chuckle is deep and gruff, sending a chill down my spine. “What a fucking good boy you are, asking my permission. Since you asked so nicely… yes. Touch yourself for me, Bambi. Come all over my cock.”

I swear to Christ, his filthy fucking words and that gravelly voice alone could make me come. Bringing my hand up to my face, I lick the length of my palm before wrapping it around my dick, hissing through gritted teeth. He pounds into me harder as I start to really work myself over with my hand.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he demands, ruthlessly fucking me. Warmth spreads throughout my entire body as my balls draw up tight. My eyes slam shut, and fireworks explode behind my lids as I erupt all over the floor and my hand. My release has me in a chokehold, my muscles tightening and my pulse hammering so hard, I can hear it in my ears.

Absolute and total fucking rapture.

Earth shattering euphoria.

That’s what Stone gives me. I can’t breathe or think or do anything other than give myself over to him as he wrings me dry and turns me inside out.

He wraps the hand on my shoulder around my neck, pulling my body flush with his as he continues his brutal assault. His hot breath fans my skin as I drop my head on his shoulder. His other arm wraps around my waist, holding me tight.

Our skin is sweat-slicked, and our breathing is shallow and harsh. He growls in my ear, deep and boisterous, before sinking his teeth into my neck. It’s sure to leave a mark, but fuck if I care.

“You’re about to make me come so fucking hard, Bambi. Where do you want it? Am I going to cover you in my cum for the world to see, or are you going to let me paint your walls white, marking you as mine from the inside out?”

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