Page 23 of Calculated Kisses with a Scorpio
I leaned over her and rubbed my hardness against her most sacred place.
“Oh, fuck!” Finley’s body shuddered and felt constricted. “Me, please.”
I wanted to continue to eat, but baby girl was begging for me to fill her up, and I needed to handle my responsibilities.
“When you feel like you good, throw that shit back on me, okay?”
I pushed into Finley and was met with a little resistance, so I pulled back some and then went in again.
It took me doing that three times to have her fully wrapped around me. For a while, neither of us moved. I was grateful that Finley needed some more time to adjust because if she so much as coughed, I would nut. I rubbed up her back until the back of her neck was in my hands.
The pressure of my hand caused her to clench around me, and I could sense that this was about to be an uphill battle not to cum.
“You’re so deep. God!” She moved forward some, but I held onto her waist.
“Don’t run, baby girl. You can take all that I have to give, right?” I reached around her to play with her clit.
“Fuck, yes. Yeah, I can.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip when Finley pushed back into me.
That was all she wrote, and I went to work. The way I gave it to Finley had me second-guessing if I’d ever had sex before. I guessed that it was different when I actually cared about the person. Finley was doing so good taking all of me. I moved us off the armrest and onto the actual couch. Looking down in her face as I delivered each stroke turned our gentle session into me fucking the shit out of her.
I tried my best to remain gentle, but it would just have to be something I apologized for later.
“I can feel you about to cum, baby girl. Let that shit go for me.”
I smashed my lips against hers.
“Kai!”
Her climax triggered mine, and I filled her in more ways than one.
“Shit.” I breathed and rested my forehead on her shoulder as my body jerked.
The Next Morning
My cell phone vibrated on my nightstand, and I pressed the side button to send it to voicemail.
Once the ringing stopped, I snuggled deeper into Finley’s neck. Just as I was good and ready to fall back to sleep, a series oftext messages came through. I decided to ignore it until Finley’s cell phone started ringing next.
Alarm bells went off in my head, so I sat up and grabbed my cell phone.
“What the hell?”
I had missed calls from almost every member of my family, and my text notification said that I had sixty-seven unread messages.
“What’s wrong?” Finley asked with sleep heavy in her throat.
“Do me a favor and check your phone.”
Not understanding why I asked but not fighting, Finley sat up and reached for her cell phone.”
I looked down, and my cell phone rang again, and it was my father. Answering, I couldn’t even get out my hello when I heard him going off in the background. I couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but he was tearing someone a new one. Did he butt dial me?
I was about to hang up when I heard my mother’s voice.
“Kairo? Oh my gosh! We have been trying you for hours. Where are you?”
