Page 88 of Spark

Rather than joining me on the bed, Kendrick heads to his nightstand and opens the top drawer. Foreplay is over. Every inch of his body telegraphs he’s as desperate for penetration as I am. I watch him rolling that condom down his hard shaft, my mouth watering. My body writhing and purring with lust. My brain melting. I can’t believe I’m doing this with Kendrick. That he’s naked and hard for me, and I’m watching him rolling on a condom so he can fuck me. It’s surreal.

When he’s all covered up, Kendrick turns off the lamp and crawls on top of me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his skin warms mine. “You’re perfect in every way, Ruby.”

“So are you,” I whisper back, trembling with anticipation.

“We’ll take it slow,” he says softly. “I want this to feel amazing for you.”

I nod, quaking beneath him. Seriously, he’s got a knack forthis role-play thing, because I swear, I feel so much anticipation and excitement, this might as well be my first time for real.

“Can I touch between your legs?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

My breathing is shallow. “Okay.”

As the tip of his covered dick presses urgently against my thigh, he begins kissing me, more and more passionately, languidly touching my clit. Soon, I’m purring and undulating underneath him, feeling so turned on, I can’t help widening my legs and jerking my pelvis in an extremely sexual manner.

“Can I put my fingers inside you?” he whispers in a shaky voice.

“Yes. Yes.”

Kendrick slides his fingers in, slowly, whispering, “Does this feel good, baby?”

Baby.He’s never called me that before. Not once. Cutie, babe, sweetheart. I’m used to all of it. But somehow, baby hits different. Like a bolt of lightning. “So good,” I choke out in a strained, desperate voice. I’m doing a terrible job at my side of the role-play, I know, but I can’t help it. I’m hanging on by a thread. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.

With a low groan, Kendrick positions his cock at my entrance. “Ready?” he whispers.

I nod furiously and grip his ass, making him shudder.

“You have to say yes for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

With a shaky exhale, Kendrick slowly burrows himself inside me, and I whimper from relief and pleasure. After all the foreplay and anticipation, the bare sensation of his cock inside me is causing my eyes to roll back into my head and my toes to curl.

“Oh, God,” Kendrick grits out. “You feel so good. Oh myfucking God, Ruby.” He takes a deep breath. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

I grip his ass and squeeze in desperation. “Fuck the role-play. Fuck me, Kendrick. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh, thank God.” He begins gyrating on top of me, and within seconds, I feel like I’ve been sling-shotted into the blazing sun. As he fucks me senseless, he kisses me voraciously. Whispers that I feel so fucking good, it’s like the pleasure is blurring his vision. He grips my hair and nips at my cheek, jawline, and ear. And all the while, he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked. Like he’s a drug addict and I’m a line of cocaine. Until I’m so consumed with lust and pleasure, it’s like my brain has melted and my body, feeling pleasure, is all that’s left of me.

As Kendrick’s thrusts become more and more energetic, as his body invades mine deeper and deeper and with more and more gusto, he slides one of his talented, sexy hands against my cheek. And that’s it. All she wrote. At my greatest sexual fantasy coming true, my body short-circuits and every muscle in my core spasms and warps with a body-quaking release that feels more like a seizure than an orgasm.

I cry out in pleasure, bucking and jolting against Kendrick’s warm skin on top of me. And as my body milks his cock inside me, Kendrick loses it with a deep roar that sends me even higher into a state of rapture.

As he comes inside me and my own pleasure spikes and fades, I clutch Kendrick’s smooth ass for dear life, reveling in every sensation. And when we’re both done jerking and groaning, he collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged and his skin soft, warm, and sensual against mine.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers after a long moment. He’s still inside me, so I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight.

“Pretty good for your first time,” I tease, sending us both into laughter.

“Prettygood for your first time, too. You really have a knack for this, babe.” Chuckling, he slides off me and pulls off the condom.

“It’s exciting to confirm the laundry room wasn’t a fluke,” I admit.

“Of course not. You’re easy peasy.”

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