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I reached for him, wanting to feel his skin touch mine and taste myself on his lips. He met me, capturing my lips in slow, lavish kisses. With a shaky hand, I reached for his shorts to make it known what I wanted. He stopped me by holding my wrist and looked into my eyes with intensity. “Is this real for you?”
My chest rose and fell rapidly against the soft mattress as I took in air. I sat up and pulled his palm toward me, kissing it. I’d never forget the look on his face as he waited for me to answer—hopeful but terrified. I was sure I looked the same way.
“Yes.” I could barely get the word out before he hoisted me up the bed and onto my back. I collapsed into a heap on top of the pillows, and he hovered above me like a god. I reached for his shorts again, but he’d beaten me to it as he released the button and slid them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock bobbed, thick and hard and mouthwatering. The things I wanted to do to him… I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down.
“I hope you’re ready because once I’m inside you, I’m never going to leave.” He dipped down to suck a sensitive nipple into his mouth, making my insides tighten again. I reached for his cock and finally took him into my palm and squeezed.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. He was so thick that I could barely wrap my hand around him. We tangled our tongues together, and I worked his cock with my hand, spreading his drops of pre-cum down his shaft. So smooth and dripping perfectly. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
He rolled over and reached for the side table. I heard him fumble around in the drawer until he came back with a condom. I chuckled. “Someone came prepared.”
“Wishful thinking.” He grinned and his intense gaze lit up my nerve endings with need. I took the condom from him, and he let me roll it down his cock with two hands. He hovered over me and rubbed himself over my wet slit. “I want to hear you scream, baby. Don’t hold it in.”
Before I could answer, he slammed into me, not giving me time to adjust to his size. I cried out in a mix of painful pleasure. He was so big, so much bigger than any man I’d ever been with. He slid all the way out before driving into me again, stretching my pussy to fit him.
“You take me so well.” He pounded into me before throwing my legs over his shoulders so he was hitting me deep.
“Yes…Oh my God!” I screamed as I felt myself climbing that peak again. He groaned and his movement became harder, rougher. I grabbed his ass, sinking my fingernails into his skin and pushing him deeper.
“Come for me,” he said through gritted teeth. His words drove me over the edge, and I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed tightly, so there wasn’t an inch between us. I shuddered as I rode the waves of my release again. “Good girl. Milk my cock.”
“Shittt!” My vision was dotted with spots as the waves kept coming. He adjusted my leg and pressed his thumb against my clit, circling until I screamed his name.
“That’s right.” He pounded on. “Scream my name. It’s the only name that’ll ever be on your lips again.” He pushed into me with another jerky thrust, once, twice, until he spilled into me with my name on his lips like a prayer.
We stayed like that for a long time while I panted and exhaustion melted my limbs. “You’re fucking incredible.” He trailed his hands over my belly and across my waist. “Such a good girl, the way you come around me.” He pulled out, and I instantly missed the sweet fullness of him.
But my eyelids were drooping as my body came down from the whiplash of the night. I barely noticed when Coby left the bed only to come back with a damp washcloth. Gently, he wiped my sensitive core, murmuring words of praise. The last thing I remember, before sleep took me, was him walking to the dresser and extinguishing the single candle.
Chapter 29
Coby
Kendahl’shoneyscentenvelopedme as I woke the next morning with her head in the crook of my shoulder. A sliver of sunlight illuminated her golden hair. She was so damn beautiful that my chest ached and dick throbbed when I looked at her. I lifted my head an inch as realization hit me.
There was sunlight peeking through the window. The storm must have passed. I shifted on the bed, adjusting my morning wood so I wasn’t poking her in the thigh.
She turned, angling her front so not only was my boner touching her, but it was pressed against her core. I sprang to attention. Goddamn. I’d waited so long to be this close to her. Skin on skin. She murmured something unintelligible before blinking up at me.
“Hi.” Her cheeks raised in a wide grin. There was the pang again. I’d need to clear my schedule for a week to accomplish all I wanted to do to this woman, and even then, I wouldn’t get my fill. Her hand trailed up my side, letting her nails scratch my skin in the most delicious way. “Looks like you woke up… happy.” She ran her fingertips back down my torso, then gently tangled them into my pubic hair.
“Five,” I said aloud. She raised a brow but inched her hand lower. “Four,” my voice was gravelly with sleep and lust.
“Why are you counting down?” She hovered right against the base of my cock, teasing me with those nails. I breathed deeply. Fuck, she smelled amazing.
“I’m giving you a few seconds to stop me from devouring your sweet pussy and fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk all day.” Her eyes glazed over, and she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Three.”
She squeezed my cock, bringing her hand up to glide along the tip. I hissed, needing to be deep inside her. “Two.”
“One,” she finished my countdown, and I flipped her over onto her back and yanked the bunched up covers to the side.
“Mmm, breakfast. Spread for me, baby.” There was no hesitation on her end. I let loose a small sigh of relief at knowing that last night wasn’t a pity fuck. She was dripping already—all for me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
A small moan brought me back from my thoughts as she writhed on the bed, desperate for my tongue. “Please.”
“What did I tell you?” I sucked and licked my way down her tight stomach to the sharp angles of her hips, lifting my head when I reached her center. “You never have to beg for me.”
She writhed again, whimpering. I’d played enough. “Tell me you want to come.” With a palm on each smooth thigh, I spread her wider. I needed to explore every bit of her pussy.
