Page 32 of Knocked Up By the Playboy

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” he asked, lazily stroking himself as he watched me, knowing I was desperate.

“I’ve been close since we walked into this room,” I admitted. I let out a frustrated sigh, glancing from his thick shaft back up to his boyish, absurdly attractive face. “You are so fucking hot. It’s annoying.”

He laughed, low and melodious, shifting just a little so that the side of his arm was pressed up against mine.

“Too much contact? I can move.”

“No. It feels good.”

“I’m glad,” he told me.

“Everything feels good with you.” There I was, admitting things I shouldn’t again.

I could tell he was stroking himself for real, again.

He hummed, leaning over and pressing a tiny kiss to my cheek. It felt like fire. “I haven’t even been inside you yet,” he murmured.

And it was as if he’d cracked something in my brain. I moaned as I felt my balls tighten, and I squeezed my cock, already knowing a wave was crashing over me. My cock pulsed as I came without warning, shooting all over my thigh. It happened in an instant, and as it pulsed a second time, I shot white onto Kace’s arm and hand, still pressed so close to my body.

“I’m sorry—"

Without missing a beat, he lifted the back of his palm to his mouth, licking every last drop that I’d gotten on his skin.

I was too stunned to move as I watched him slowly dip lower, sinking to his knees on the floor. He positioned himself between my legs that were hanging over the edge of the bed, and he licked my thigh with the flat of his tongue, lapping up what was there, too. If I hadn’t just come, I would have come again, even harder, feeling the wet heat of his mouth against my skin.

“God, I fucking hate you,” I uttered, my voice low, as I watched him lap up the last bit of the mess I’d made. He didn’t touch my cock with his tongue or mouth, but he licked against any part of my thigh, wrist, and hand that had been painted with white, swallowing all of it.

“I bet you do.”

“Putting your tongue on meafterI come?” I asked, though I felt too good to really care.

“You said you weren’t ready,” Kace told me, giving me an innocent look. “Your words. I heard them, loud and clear.”

“I’ve got no clue what I’m ready for or not.”

He was still on his knees on the floor in front of me, and he continued stroking himself. “Going to get myself off with your cum on my tongue,” he said. “Are you ready for that?”

I nodded down at him. I watched him closely, some curious desire building in me even in my hazy mind.

I reached down and gripped his wrist, stopping him when it seemed like he was close.

“You tasted me. Let me taste you.”

“You sure you want that,straight guy?” he teased me. “Because I’m not going to ask twice.”

“Get up here,” I said, pulling his arm to guide him up. He lay back on the bed and I shimmied down, leaning my head on his thigh and getting a front-row view of his hand around his cock.

He reached down and laced his fingers into my hair. He cradled the side of my head in his palm as he met my eyes, his cock just inches from my lips.

There it was again. That safe feeling, even in the middle of all of this.

“I need to come,” he said, biting his lip in that way I was getting addicted to.

“I want you to,” I told him, and I meant every word. “I really do.”

A wave of courage moved through me, and I leaned down a little lower, gently biting the soft skin on his inner thigh. I sucked a kiss there, letting myself play with his skin with my tongue and teeth, and his moan was like a gift to me.

“Fuck yes,” he said in a broken breath. He leaned back on the bed, his free hand gripping my head as he came, shooting white even farther than I had. One hot streak landed across my cheek and the corner of my lips. I let my tongue slide out, tasting him for the first time. Neutral, with the slightest hint of saltiness. Not bad. Not even close to bad. I knew I could get used to that.

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