Page 26 of Stripping Keys
“But . . .”
The feel of his lips against mine stops me from finishing my sentence.
“Soon enough, baby. Just keep feeling what I’m doing to you,” he murmurs. His lips brush mine with each word.
Those lip brushes send even more pleasure through me. How is that even possible?
Keys draws back, and the movement of both his fingers and the vibrator picks back up pace, driving me more insane.
“You’re so beautiful, Marla. Just the sight of you like this has me ready to blow and I haven’t even gotten my cock out yet. Think I’m gonna have to rectify that.”
I whimper at the loss of his fingers and the vibrator.
“Before I do that, though, we’re gonna do one more thing,” he remarks, his breath against my stomach.
Oh my.
My whole body feels like just the simplest thing will cause me to shatter.
I can hear plastic being ripped open and a cap opening. A moment later, coldness presses at my rear once again. But it’s not his fingers pushing in.
“I’m putting a plug in your ass, baby. Tonight, I’m taking all of you, and this will get you ready for me in a way my fingers couldn’t.”
My breathing grows more ragged with each small amount he pushes into me. It’s a pain that is more pleasurable than hurtful. I want to push down on it, but I can’t move. Can’t get closer.
“Such a pretty view,” Keys states when the plug pops into place. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your pussy, baby, and when I do, you’re gonna come screaming for me.”
“Yes,” I breathe, wanting to do just that.
“You on the pill?”
The question throws me for a moment, but I nod. I was on the pill, but not because of sex. I was on it for my period. The doctor told me that it would help, so it’s something I’ve been on for years.
“I’m gonna fuck you without anything between us. I want to feel you on my cock, not through a condom. You good with that?”
“More than good with it,” I blurt.
“Good.”
He rewards me with a kiss that involves his tongue devouring my mouth just as he had earlier. I could taste myself on his tongue. It’s intoxicating, and I want to keep kissing him forever.
A whimper leaves my lips when he pulls away. I wasn’t ready for him to stop kissing me.
I feel Keys shift on the bed. I don’t have to wait long before I feel him between my legs, his cock pressing into me.
“I want to see you,” I whisper, the sound of my voice even to my own ears seems wobbly.
“Not yet.” It sounds like he’s gritting his teeth when those two words leave his lips.
Keys moves inside me, thrusting ever so slowly. I want him to go faster, but I’m unable to say so.
Tears burn my eyes, and my breath hitches. Frustration burns inside me. I’m ready to scream from it when Keys pullscompletely from me, only to thrust home, his cock filling me entirely.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, you feel so damn good,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up to pinch one of my nipples.
“Kyan,” I cry.
“That’s right, Marla, I want you screaming my name as I fuck you.”
