Chapter Thirty-One
Josh
Sweet Jesus.
At the feel of her slick, molten core over me, my dick springs to instant hardness again. I don’t think I’ve ever recovered this fast, but Klein is like cock magic.
She said this wasn’t a dream, but it has to be. I’ve been fantasizing about her for days and I’m too exhausted from sleep deprivation to be awake. She’s too sweet, too eager. At the same time, the feel of her hot mouth around me felt very, very real.
But she’s too shy to behave this boldly—
Whatever. I’m going with it.
She rocks against my length and my scalp prickles as electric pleasure sparks along my spine. She looks down at me like a goddess, her chin raised with feminine power. Her pouty lips beckon me for a hard kiss. I start to reach for her when she grabs the hem of her shirt.
“My breasts hurt.”
She raises the garment over her head and tosses it aside. Then she undoes the clasp of her bra and lets it fall.
Holy shit. Her breasts are even more ravishing than I imagined. I always knew she had lovely, generous curves, but this is perfection. Her rosy nipples are pointed, making me want to take them into my mouth. As she moves along my cock, her breasts swell and ebb, commanding all my attention.
“They still hurt.” Her raw eyes beg me to do something about it.
I cup both of them in my hands, their hard tips in the center of my palms. They feel incredible, soft and heavy and warm. My own blood is so hot, I’m amazed steam isn’t hissing out of my ears.
“Klein, baby…” I knead the soft flesh, loving the way it molds to my large, calloused hands. I pinch the nipples between my fingers and tug.
She arches into my hands. “Please.”
My control starts to fray. I bring her down, flicking my tongue against a nipple, then quickly suck it into my mouth. Her fingers dig into my chest as she grinds against me. Her uninhibited reaction is so erotic, it stokes my desire further. If this is a dream, it’s the best one I’ve ever had.
I move with her, increasing the suction. I love every little gasp and moan, the low purring sounds she makes as she loses herself in the sensation.
She’s so drenched over me, her juices trickle down between my legs. I let go of her nipple with a pop. “Were you this wet while you were sucking my dick?”
“Yes. I wanted to suck you off so bad.”
My cock swells bigger underneath her slick flesh.
She continues, “I saw you and couldn’t resist. Did you like it?”
“Couldn’t you tell? I fucking loved it. When you had me in your mouth, it felt like you owned me—and you were mine.” That mutual possession filled me with a monstrous lust that refuses to be satisfied.
She flushes. “You are mine. And I’m yours.”
Heat blazes through me at her shy admission. The words seem to carry more weight than my ring on her finger.
I switch nipples and grind my pelvis against her.
She hangs on to me, a thin film of sweat glinting on her gorgeous skin.
I don’t understand how a woman can taste this good—sheer cream and sugar and everything that makes her feminine and beautiful.
I push a finger between our bodies and slowly rub it against her swollen clit.
She lets out a soft cry. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”
But it isn’t enough to satisfy me. I need to taste her all over, and I’m not having her for the first time on a sofa.
I kick off my sweatpants, then cup her ass and stand up.
She yelps in surprise, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, looping her arms around my neck.
The position has her nipples rubbing against my chest with each step, and I shift so that every time I take a stride, my dick bumps against her clit.
Her muscles tighten with tension, and she bites her lip.
I lean in and kiss her as I walk up the stairs. She pulls my tongue into her mouth just like she did with my cock. My blood pressure skyrockets. Klein is going to be the death of me, but it’s going to be the sweetest death anyone could ever imagine, and a better one than I deserve.
I take her to my room and lay her on the bed. She’s divine on the sheets, and I pull the skirt off her and throw it on the floor.
Her dark eyes on mine, she spreads her legs. “Please,” she says. I brace myself over her, one hand on each side of her head. Then I kiss her, tasting a hint of coffee and that honeyed flavor I associate uniquely with her. Her eager tongue tangles with mine, her hands roaming all over my body.
I grab her wrists and pin them by her head. “Behave,” I warn. “Don’t push me too hard.” Although I came only a few minutes ago, my body is already ready for another orgasm.
“I just want to feel you,” she says, licking her lips. “I want to feel all of—”
I kiss her hard to steal her breath and shut her up before she can say more. She moans softly against my mouth, and I rain delicate kisses all along her sensitive neck.
I move down to her stunning breasts, lingering over her nipples, flicking my tongue over them and teasing them until they’re impossibly hard. She moves her legs restlessly, tilting her hips, trying to press her slick folds against my shaft to relieve the pressure building inside her.
I move lower, brushing my mouth along the gentle slope of her belly. I adore that she’s so soft and feminine.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, but she puts the soles of her feet on my back and spreads her knees, presenting herself like an exquisite feast for me to enjoy.
My tongue glides along her flesh, lapping up the abundant juices on her hot pink core. She tastes like honey and nectar. The flavor goes straight to my head, and my cock is now painfully hard.
I use my tongue and lips on her, licking and sucking. She rocks against my face. I revel in her surprising lack of inhibition. This is what I’m doing to her. My Klein, my beautiful little Klein.
Her breathing begins to hitch. I push my tongue into her pussy, and she twists and rocks even harder against my face. Tension coils inside her, her belly jerking. I suck her clit hard, and hum to create vibration.
“Oh my God, holy—!” she screams, her back bowed in climax. She goes rigid and then begins to shake as she rides it out.
Watching an orgasm breaking over her is such a gift. Male satisfaction fills my heart. This is always how she should be: glowing and sated. I lick her again for a final taste, then let go of her wrists to wipe my mouth.
“That was incredible,” she whispers, her eyes glazed. “But—”
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“I want you to absolutely wreck me,” she says. “I want to feel your cock inside me, Josh. I want to feel it filling my pussy.”
I clench my jaw as I fight for control. This woman instinctively knows how to push all the right buttons.
I thank my lucky stars that I got the vasectomy a while ago so I’ll never procreate, and I also pat myself on the back for always using condoms. I’d never go bare with Klein if I wasn’t one hundred percent certain that I was clean.
“In the interests of full disclosure, I’m clean,” I tell her.
“I know,” she says, her eyes shining. “I trust you. You’re too meticulous to be sloppy about your health or protecting your partner.”
Her trust shakes my remaining control. I’m humbled to receive it and grateful that she believes I’m worthy of it.
I take her mouth hard, my tongue invading as I put two fingers into her pussy to ready her. No matter how much urgency I feel, I don’t want to thrust into her like a horny teenager and risk hurting her. The only thing she’ll feel in my bed is pleasure.
Her inner muscles tighten on my fingers. Damn. I move them in and out, spreading them slightly to stretch her. A shaky breath pulls out of her, her face flushed with anticipation and need. She moves to the gentle rhythm I set, her breathing jerky.
I push a third inside. The grip becomes even tighter. I curl them, rubbing softly, and her body spasms like she’s being shocked. She stares at me, mouth parting slightly.
What the hell? Nobody ever touched her G-spot before?
Her exes were idiots. But, better for me. I thrust my fingers until I’m soaked to the wrist, then pull my hand away and slowly sink into her slick depths.
Holy God. Being inside Klein is like being allowed into heaven. She’s so hot, so tight. Her wetness soaks me instantly, and my balls start to tighten.
Beads of sweat pop along my hairline as I hold back. Her eyes flutter closed, her expression sublime. I slowly withdraw and push into her again, setting a good, steady tempo to help her get used to my size. She moves with me, just as greedy for me as I am for her.
Her fingers trace the taut muscles on the back of my neck, then tunnel into my hair.
“How does it feel?” she asks. “Do you like it?”
I look down at her questioning face and nod. I’ve never been with a woman this generous with her body. “Amazing. How about you?”
“I love it. I love everything we’re doing together, Josh.”
I can’t hold back anymore. I push her hard, and she shivers, then lets out one moan after another. An orgasm builds inside me, ready to unleash, but I rein myself back, using every ounce of self-control I possess. I’m not coming until she does.
Her back arches, and she screams as she comes. That’s a pretty powerful orgasm, but I know she can hit a higher height. So I push her harder and higher. The only sound in the room is our flesh slapping together and our uneven breathing and moans. Lust and need roar in my veins.
“Please, Josh, yes, yes, yes!” she screams as she convulses again…and then again. My grip on my control is tenuous, but I manage to hang on. I want her to experience another one, even better than the ones she’s had before.
The bed creaks as I drive into her relentlessly. She throws her head back, the beautiful curls spreading on the sheets like platinum clouds. Her eyebrows pinch. Her entire torso comes off the bed as she screams until she’s hoarse. She spasms around my cock, and her juices drip down to my balls.
I can’t hold on anymore. I let go, filling her with my cum.