Page 42 of Kayden: The Past
She climbed off the bed and crawled like a tiger, stopping in front of my cock. She grabbed it with both hands and began to stroke it while swirling her tongue around the tip. I fisted her hair as she placed my cock in her mouth. She palmed my balls and licked my shaft, sucking me into the back of her throat. I could feel her swallow against my cock, and I almost exploded. The force against the tip was so intense I felt like she would swallow it right off my body. She was an expert at sucking cock, a true master.
“Stop unless you want me to come,” I said as I pulled her head away from my body.
“I want you to come… You’ll last longer for what I want.” Fucking hell. This girl was all sex.
I released her hair and let her work her magic, sucking, licking, and pumping my shaft until my balls tingled and my body tightened. She sucked all of me, pulling out every last drop as I watched her take it all. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ good. Now, I want mine.”
She didn’t mince words. I’d give her what she asked for, every bit of it. She placed her body on the bed, leaving her legs dangling off the side. I lay down next to her and started to kiss her skin and suck her nipple into my mouth. I bit down on it, causing her body to twitch on the bed and for her to cry out. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, more. I want it rough.” I’d give it to her any way she wanted.
I sucked her nipple and closed my teeth around it, trapping it like a prisoner. I pinched her other nipple and twisted it. Her legs moved, and her hips lifted off the bed. I played with her nipples until she was writhing underneath me, almost unable to control the motions of her body.
“I need you in me, Kayden.” she said in a whisper.
I ran my fingertips down her body as I held her nipple between my teeth and stroked it with my tongue. I ran my fingers between her wetness. “How much?”
“I need you badly.” She lifted her hips. “All of you.”
I couldn’t believe what she wanted. She liked it rough and big. Bigger than any man would be able to deliver with a cock. She wanted to be fisted, and most men were turned off by the deed, but I’d never deny someone their fetish. I worked in two fingers to start, getting the rest of my fingers wet on the juices running down her pussy. I kept my mouth on her tits while I worked my fingers, inserting a third and then a fourth. She could take it, but it was more due to my hesitation that I worked them in slowly.
“More, more.” She moaned. I’ve never been with a girl like Jennifer. The things she’d told me blew my mind, and I’d thought she was full of shit and playing a game, but in that moment, I knew all her words were truth. I withdrew my finger and touched all my fingertips together, making my fist as small as possible. I placed my fingers at her opening and slowly worked them in and out until my entire hand disappeared inside of her. I didn’t have the right angle, and my hand was cramped, so I removed it. I released her nipple from my lips and climbed off the bed.
“Why the fuck are you stopping?”
I laughed. “I’m not! I’m just getting a better angle. Quiet.”
Her head dropped back onto the bed, and I stood between her legs and worked my hand back inside of her. I’d always loved watching my cock disappear inside a pussy, but seeing my hand do the same was something entirely different. My wrist was covered in her wetness as I worked my hand back and forth. I moved my fingers inside of her, hitting every crevice and spot she had. Her moans grew louder and louder as her body became covered in moisture, and her legs twitched uncontrollably. I could feel my hand being squeezed by her walls, and my cock grew hard from the sounds, feelings, and sights of the scene before my eyes. It was like watching a porn movie but being the star instead of a watching it online.
“More?” I asked as I stopped my hand inside of her.
“Oh, please. All of it. Give it to me. Nightstand.” I looked toward the nightstand and saw a condom sitting out, waiting for me. I kept my left hand inside of her and leaned over, grabbing the condom off of the nightstand.
I gave her everything she asked for. She wanted to be double-stuffed but only by one man. I fucked her in the ass and fisted her pussy at the same time. It didn’t last long, though. Her body was so full and tight that I exploded inside of her within minutes, blow job or not.
It was the kinkiest moment of my life, and I’d lived some wild shit. Would I ever do it again? Fuck no. Once was enough. It was almost like watching a car accident that you try to look away from, but you keep peeking, unable to stop yourself. I’d never make someone feel perverted or gross for what they wanted in bed, but I knew it was a one-time thing with Jennifer.
I called one of the guys to pick me up and bring me back to my car. I wasn’t there to spend the night and share a bed with her. We both only had one thing in mind that night, and we each accomplished our mission. There was no love involved or a future for either of us. I wanted nothing to do with relationships or the complications they brought into my life.
Jennifer and I continued to talk after that night, but we never had sex again. It was an experience, but not one I wanted to repeat. I could check it off my bucket list. She stuck true to her word and never asked for anything beyond that one night. She didn’t let feelings get involved. We both got what we wanted out of the evening.
