Page 48 of Offside

With Karis, it’s not the usual fuck and run. It’s Karis’s pleasure and orgasm that are paramount to me right now. My only goal is to make her come hard against my mouth and cry out my name as she does.

Karis drives me even harder to ensure her satisfaction and give her the best fucking orgasm she’s ever experienced.

I let out a determined groan and work my tongue inside her snug pussy.

Holy hell.

When she cries out a plea, I lose myself and set out on a mission to score.

I vacillate between soft, feather-light strokes and making long drags of the flat of my tongue over her slit. She grips and grasps, groans and grinds. When I plunge my tongue inside her heat, she clenches her thighs against my ears and her strangled whisper tells me she’s close.

“Ballas…don’t stop.”

My fingers curl inside her pussy as I suck her sweet clit between my teeth. When I find that soft spot of hers, I experiment with a slow thrust, groaning from the tight heat that sheaths my fingers. Her arousal on my tongue is consuming, but the slick, wet slide of her pussy is magical.

Karis rocks against me, fingers latched in my hair, and lets go with a long scream of pleasure. I smile against her wet pussy as I feel her body shutter and strain with the rapture of her release.

I lift my head from between her legs and run a hand across my mouth, her taste and scent a flavor I will forever remember. My gaze travels up to Karis’s face, where I find her staring at me in something close to wonder.

I quirk an eyebrow, offering my hand to help her sit upright.

Still naked below the waist, her legs dangling at my sides, Karis glances around as if she has no idea how she got to where she did.

“You okay there, princess?” I give her a sly grin. “You seem a little dazed.”

Karis blinks and stammers. “That was…oh shit. I can’t believe I let you do that.”

I’m about to lean in and kiss her when her expression changes, her green eyes flashing something unreadable, like a mix of regret and irritation. I’m confused by the sudden swing in her mood.

Instead of opening her arms for the embrace, Karis pushes against my chest until I’m forced to move back a step. She jumps from the counter, her bare feet landing with a soft thud on the floor. I help her gather the discarded clothing and she clutches the pile protectively in her arms as she tries to dart away from me.

Where the hell is she going?

I reach for her hand to keep her from running off.

“Karis, what just happened here?”

Swinging around, she locks her eyes on mine.

“I lose myself around you, Ballas. I crossed the line I promised myself I wouldn’t cross. I allowed myself to...goddammit.” Her voice is fiery and borders on frantic. She flicks away from my grasp and waves at the counter. Then she slips her feet into her leggings and tugs them up her legs. “This is so wrong. You’re supposed to be on bedrest with no physical activity, and I just let you…dothat with your sexual sorcery!”

I chuckle uneasily at her choice of words, rolling my hand over my bearded chin, uncertain how to get back to where we just were.

“Do you mean, make you come? I didn’t realize that was witchcraft.” I snicker and move my body to back her against the counter. I plant my hands on both sides of her hips and try to figure this woman out. “I thought it was just my skillful tongue.”

As far as conversations go, this is not at all what I expected. Then again, Karis is kind of unexpected in every way and keeps me on my toes. She defies a label.

Huffing with indignation, Kari stares up at me, frustration glowing like emeralds in the moonlight in the depths of her eyes. She points an accusatory finger in the air. “Argh! See? You’re doing it again.”

I lean down and cup her cheeks in my roughened hands, bringing her gaze to rest on mine.

My lips are inches from hers.

“Karis, I would do that again and again and not live to regret it for a second.”

My mouth covers hers and I kiss the soft fullness of her lips. My tongue brushes over the bottom lip and I capture her mouth as if searching for an answer neither of us seem to have about this predicament.

When I finally step back, my fingers remain locked around her jaw and I stare into her eyes with a lethal certainty.

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