Chapter 24 #2
I can’t help it; I raise my hand and slam it on her left cheek. It bounces from the force, and she moans.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I growl as I rub the evidence of my hand on her cheek. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Her red lips curve into a wicked smile. “Show me just how much.”
This woman is going to ruin every ounce of discipline I have. Every time I think I might have the upper hand, she challenges me.
But this I can do. I’ll make sure when I’m done with her, she never thinks of anyone but me when she’s naked.
I lower myself to my knees, my dick hard as a rock and nearly touching my stomach.
I grab her cheek that is now red from my hand and squeeze it. With my free hand, I tuck a finger in the strap and pull it over, exposing her back entrance.
When I look up, she’s biting her bottom lip again while watching like she can’t get enough. She watches me like she wants to see exactly what I’ll do next.
“Has anyone ever licked your pretty little asshole?” I ask.
She shakes her head back and forth.
I did not expect that answer. Based on what she did to me … on the scenes I’ve now read in her books while I lie awake in bed.
But I don’t have time to analyze that. Instead, I lean forward and drag my tongue from her clit all the way up to her ass, then swirl my tongue around her hole.
“Ahhh,” she moans. “Shit, Sawyer.”
I slam both hands on her cheeks and spread them, giving me room. My tongue circles her as her moans become louder.
“Mmmm,” I moan into her. “Tell me that feels as good as it sounds.”
Before she can answer, I stand up and yank on her panties, stretching the material until it breaks. I unsnap her bra, and she helps me free her arms.
She’s still leaning against my counter, but now that she’s naked, I can no longer hold myself back.
I stroke my dick, then pause as I realize I don’t have protection on me.
“Fuck, I need to go get a condom,” I tell her. “You’d better be in this exact position when I get back.”
I sprint across the penthouse, completely naked, but I couldn’t care less how ridiculous I look. I’m back in record time.
Instead of being exactly where I left her, she is currently reaching for something in my fridge while stripped of all her clothes.
It’s a damn good sight, but I’d much prefer she obeyed me, not that I should ever expect that from Kayla.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I stand directly behind her, place my hands on her hips, and pull her back.
“I was hungry,” she protests while I slam the door shut.
I guide her back to the island and place her exactly where I want her, bent over and exposed. Her pussy is so wet that it’s dripping.
“How can you think about food while your pussy is soaked for me?”
She smiles. “I’m a woman. We can multitask.”
I don’t bother to answer. I rip the wrapper open with my mouth and roll the condom over my dick. I’m practically shaking with anticipation to sink deep inside of her.
As soon as I line myself up, I push inside of her all the way until I bottom out.
“Ahhh, fuck, Sawyer.”
“You don’t deserve me giving you time to adjust. Not when you spent the entire night purposely driving me crazy.”
I grip her hips harder to keep in place while I pull out and slam back in. I should take my time and enjoy every single moment of this, but I feel like a starved animal.
Instead, I take her hard and fast. My dick hitting her deep with every thrust.
I normally don’t have a hard time going for a long time, but I already feel my balls tingling.
“Dammit, Kayla,” I shout like it’s her fault that I can’t last.
I slide my hand off one hip and rub her clit as I continue to work myself in and out. Her hands slam down on the counter, and she goes up on her tippy toes.
“Sawyer! Oh God, I’m coming!”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
Without even thinking, I pull out and rip off the condom. I fist my cock and pump it over and over as thick spirts of cum land on her ass and lower back.
A feeling of pride and some caveman ownership hit me. Nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I reach for my phone on the counter and snap a picture of it. Then I lean forward on top of her and show it to her.
“Look at how good you look, covered in my cum,” I whisper in her ear. “No one will ever look as good on you than I do. Remember that next time you try to flirt with my friends in front of me.”
Kayla stays leaning against the counter for a moment, catching her breath. She straightens slowly and reaches for a paper towel beside the sink.
I watch her, still breathing hard myself, adrenaline slowly settling.
She wipes at her lower back, tosses the towel into the trash, and turns around.
Her hair is a mess, her lipstick smudged, but the look she gives me is completely casual. Like we didn’t just nearly destroy the kitchen.
She walks over to the fridge and opens it.
I blink. “What are you doing?”
Kayla leans inside for a second before grabbing a bottle of water. Then she shuts the fridge and twists the cap off.
“I’m starving,” she says before taking a long drink.
I stare at her. “You’re … starving.”
She nods like that’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah. That burned a lot of calories.”
A laugh escapes me before I can stop it.
Kayla walks past me toward the pantry.
“You got anything good in here?” she asks.
I lean back against the counter, still shaking my head. “That isn’t usually the first thing someone asks post-workout.”
She shrugs as she scans the shelves. “Too late now.”
She pulls out a bag of chips, opens it, and pops one into her mouth.
“Next time,” she says casually, “maybe order pizza first.”
I shake my head again, laughing under my breath.
Something about watching her stand here naked in my kitchen eating chips makes the entire apartment feel lighter somehow.
And the worst part?
I already know there’s definitely going to be a next time.