Page 40 of Trust Issues
She melted for a few seconds but that was it. Kyle snatched away from me with fire burning in her gaze. Her chest heaved up and down and I was in awe of her perfect tits. I wanted to run my tongue across her stiff nipples and Jesus did they ever stand up to greet me.
“No, Maxwell!” She shouted, her voice rough from being so turned on. I knew that’s what it was no matter how much she fought it. “You can’t come in here and kiss me like that without us talking about what the fuck happened. Also, you’re drunk!”
“How do you know I’m drunk?” I asked.
“Your tongue tastes like rum,” she said trying to bring her heart rate down.
“And yours tastes like tequila and pineapple. What the fuck is your point?”
“My point is….” She stammered, running her fingers through her hair. I took a step toward her, eclipsing her petite frame with my bulk. She straightened her spine and squared her shoulders but there was no way in hell she’d ever stand toe to toe with me. “I don’t want you. I shouldn’t have kissed you last night.” One look in those light eyes of hers and I could tell she was full of shit. Full to the goddamn brim.
Kyle was scared.
I didn’t waste another minute letting her fill the space between us with fake ass lies. I pinned her to the wall near her bed by her throat and watched her eyes widen. I let my gaze trace the way she held on to fear even if for a fleeting moment, then I kissed her again. That time she melted into a fucking puddle.
I slipped my hand under her thin tank and cupped her warm deep brown tits. Left and then right. I ran the pads of my fingers over her stiff peaks and her back arched toward me like her body no longer wanted to fight. It wanted to surrender.
Kyle tried to pull away. She tried to speak. I shut her up and sank my teeth into her bottom lip. I swallowed the squeal that slipped from between her lips. It tasted almost as sweet as her mouth.
I made sure to suck the candy taste from her tongue while my fingers pinched and squeezed her nipples until she began to shake. The way she shook made music. I didn’t give a fuck if nobody else could hear it, I could. How was it possible for me not to know that Kyle was so musical when she was near the brink of an orgasm? How was it possible for me to even know she was nearing her climax?
She weighed nothing when I lifted her off the ground where she stood. I tossed her small frame on the bed and she watched me from hooded lids while I pushed my pants down my thighs and rubbed my aching cock. It was the second time in ten minutes I saw her eyes get that wide. I smirked a little and it brought the fire back to her gaze.
“Max, stop. You know goddamn well we shouldn’t and you know I don’t want you. You know that.”
“Aww, come on, Kyle. Usually, your bark is much more convincing.” I pushed my boxer briefs down and my cock popped out, bobbing slowly in front of her. She wet her lips with her tongue then snapped her legs shut. She was at war with herself. She wasn’t alone though. I was at war with myself too.
I had to give in to what my brain and my body demanded though. Both of them were begging for even a taste of Kyle no matter how much we always seemed to go at each other.
I walked over to her while I stroked my erection and she stared at it like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. The air around us crackled and I know she felt it. I saw it in her eyes.
When I gripped her knee with my free hand she shook her head. I pulled her knees apart and settled between them without any objection from the usually snappy Kyla Bradshaw. I looked down at her and said, “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll go home.” I rubbed the head of my dick around her stiff clit and she moaned, shutting her eyes. I dropped kisses along her collarbones while she writhed beneath me. I moved down her chest to her stomach then I settled between her thighs. I was face to face with her glistening pussy.
It was so fucking perfect. She dripped with slick arousal and I wanted that shit all over my face. I wanted to baptize my tongue between her thick pussy lips. I wanted all of her sweet cream to christen my face.
“Tell me you don’t want me, Kyla,” I grumbled. Her hands found the top of my head and she rubbed in slow circles that sent currents of electricity through my scalp and neck. Her touch was magic.
“I don’t…want…” She never got to utter that last word because before she could, I sealed my lips around her plump clit and sucked on it like a popsicle on the Fourth of July. I eased two fingers into her tight hole and holy shit…Kyle had an entire river flowing between her legs.
She was too wet for me to stop drinking from her fountain. She was too slick for me not to slip and fall. My tongue slid all around her crevices always stopping to linger on her clit. It stood so beautifully for me that I was obsessed with it. I teased it with my tongue until she was breathless. I sucked it softly and kissed it gently while she screamed so loud I was sure we’d both be evicted in the morning. My lips were dripping with her and she was just as sweet as the Starbursts she loved so much. Her pretty pussy was just as pink too.
I stroked her walls with my fingers making sure to touch every spot I knew would make her come. Her soft rubs on the top of my head turned into claws raking along my neck and shoulders. I didn’t give a fuck. I’d never tasted anything so delicious in my life. I wasn’t going to stop until I was full.
“Max, please!” She squeaked. “I can’t take anymore. I don’t think I can come one more fucking time.” Her voice was ragged. She tried in vain to shove my head back away from what was now my favorite place to eat.
I pulled away from her clit with a pop and glared from between her cocoa brown thighs. “Kyle, I know you’re not used to using manners but don’t interrupt someone when they’re in the middle of a fine dining experience. If you try to stop me from eating your pussy again we’re going to have problems.” I locked eyes with her while I went back to eating her cunt. Her body turned to jelly as she had another orgasm.
I had no idea how fucking famished I was.
When I had my fill of tasting Kyle’s pussy, I climbed between her legs and pressed my dick against her slippery hole. Goddammit, it would be a tight fit.
“Taste your perfect little pussy on my lips and tongue, Kyle,” I instructed as I pressed against her harder with my dick. To my surprise, she did as asked kissing and sucking on my lips while I tried over and over to enter her.
“When’s the last time someone properly fucked you, Kyle? You’re so tight.”
“It’s been a while. Months.” She breathed and I could smell her sweet fragrance lacing her words. “Who said I wanted you to be the one to break that streak?”
“You see how wet my chin is? Your pussy wants me to break the streak.” She pulled me down for another kiss. Then she pulled back to stare at me. “Tell me you don’t want it.” I bucked against her and the head of my dick slipped in. I slid back out and she whimpered. “Tell me, Kyla.”
