Page 225 of Torrid Passion
CHAPTER 38
Lochlan
Being with Kyla again like this is so fucking hot. Without any hesitation, she was willing to partake in my little dirty game.
She’s a keeper.
“You asked me to ravish your pussy and then force my cock up your ass,” I remind her. “The first part of the program is over.”
“You’re a cruel man,” she volleys.
“Give me a few minutes and you’ll be singing a different tune, dumpling,” I chuckle. “Wait here,” I order.
“Where are you going?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t use lube.”
Sure, her pussy is dripping wet, but I’d hate for this to be uncomfortable for her.
“Oh. You’re right.”
I get off the bed and walk to the bathroom.
Larkin is very stringent with the way he likes things. Each suite is always fully equipped. The same goes for the lounges. I grab a bottle of lube and walk back to the room. As I approach her, I stop. I stand over her at the foot of the bed and admire her—on all fours, ready for me. Her pouting pussy is dripping. And I swear, that delicious ass is going to be the end of me.
My cock surges.
My dirty little slut.
My perfect girlfriend.
My Kyla.
“I feel your presence, Loki,” she says.
“You’re a vision, gorgeous. I can’t help but stare.”
She giggles.
Climbing onto the bed, I kneel behind her. I pour a drizzle of lube on my fingertip and coat the tight rosebud of her ass.
She shivers under my touch, tensing a bit.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll lube you up real good.”
“Okay,” she nods.
I pour a generous amount of lube in my hand and take my time preparing her ass. She seems to relax a bit. I start teasing and testing at her rim with a probing finger as I loosen her. I keep working her ass for several minutes. There’s no rush, especially when she squirms and moans so beautifully.
I know I’m a big guy, but she’s proven herself more than capable of swallowing me whole. I won’t lie. The first time she managed that feat, I came so hard, shooting my load up her ass, I thought I was going to have a freaking heart attack.
“You’re so caring. You do that so well,” she says, looking over her shoulder.
The blindfold is still in place. She hasn’t even asked me to remove it.
