Can’t Stop Squirting #3
Kevin’s gaze was heavy and slow. He didn't just look at her; he devoured her, his eyes tracking from the wild, dark curls framing her face down to the smooth, bare length of her legs. He noticed the slight tremble in her knees and the way her chest heaved beneath the unbuttoned silk.
"You actually did it," Kevin murmured, his deep baritone sending a vibration straight to her core. "No panties."
Jayla’s cheeks flushed a violent, pretty pink. She nodded softly, her voice trapped in her throat. The sheer physical presence of him—filling her small apartment hallway with his broad shoulders and commanding aura—made her feel incredibly small, but intensely desirable.
Kevin stepped closer, closing the distance until the heat radiating from his chest brushed against her.
He didn't reach for her mouth right away.
Instead, he dropped his hands to her hips, his large, warm palms sliding beneath the silk fabric of her shirt, making direct contact with her bare skin.
Jayla let out a soft, sharp gasp, her fingers instinctively locking onto his forearms for balance.
His thumbs stroked her hip bones, his callouses catching slightly against her soft flesh.
"You're still shy," Kevin observed, a slow, incredibly tender smile breaking across his sharp face. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You're standing here shaking, thinking I'm going to judge you for what happened in the car. Look at me, Jayla."
She lifted her head, her wide blue eyes searching his.
"I told you on the phone, and I'm going to say it to your face so you know I mean it," Kevin said, his voice dropping into a rough, serious register.
"What your body did the other night was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. You didn't ruin my car. You didn't make a mistake. Your pussy is a weapon, baby, and the fact that I can make you lose control like that makes me feel like a king. I don't want you holding back tonight.
Not a single drop. Understood?"
The raw, unfiltered honesty of his words stripped away the last of her hesitation. A wave of intense, liquid heat flooded between her thighs, a heavy bead of slick moisture sliding down her inner leg. "Understood," she whispered.
"Good. Now show me where your room is."
Jayla took his hand, her fingers small against his, and led him down the short hallway into her bedroom. The AC was still humming softly, but the room felt instantly warmer the second Kevin stepped inside. He took in the neat queen sized bed, the white duvet, and the lack of distractions.
Without a word, Kevin reached for the bottom of his black tshirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto her desk chair.
Jayla’s mouth went dry. Without his shirt, his chest was broad, lightly muscled, and completely masculine.
A thin line of dark hair traveled down his flat stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
He walked over to the bed, grabbed the heavy white duvet, and pulled it completely down to the foot of the mattress, leaving only the tight, crisp gray fitted sheet exposed.
"Kevin? What are you doing?" Jayla asked, her voice hitching.
Kevin looked back at her over his shoulder, his dark eyes flashing with a wicked, playful light. "I told you I'm going to make you squirt all over your sheets tonight, Jayla. We don't want to ruin the nice duvet on the first round. The gray sheet can handle the mess."
The realization of what he was planning—the absolute certainty that he was going to drive her to that wild, uncontrollable edge again—made her clit throb violently.
She stood by the edge of the mattress, her heart pounding against her ribs as Kevin unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, leaving him in just his dark boxer briefs.
Even through the fabric, the thick, heavy silhouette of his cock was completely visible, pointing upward, already fully rigid and straining for release.
Kevin sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, wrapping his hands around Jayla’s waist.
He pulled her forward until her bare thighs were pressed against his knees.
He reached up, his fingers deftly working the remaining buttons of her silk shirt.
He parted the fabric, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it pool on the carpet behind her.
Jayla stood entirely naked before him under the soft bedroom lights. She instinctively started to bring her hands down to cover her pubic mound, her old insecurities screaming at her.
"Ah, none of that," Kevin murmured, gently grabbing her wrists and pinning them lightly to her sides.
He looked at her body with an expression of pure, unadulterated worship.
Her breasts were round, tipped with tight, hardened pink nipples, and her waist curved beautifully into the flare of her hips.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Jayla. Look at how wet you already are for me."
He was right. A shiny, clear sheen of slick arousal covered the soft folds of her pussy, catching the light. The scent of her sweet, musk tinged, and completely horny energy filled the space between them.
Kevin leaned forward, burying his face in her flat stomach, inhaling deeply before his tongue darted out, licking a slow, wet line from her navel down to the top of her pubic hair. Jayla arched her back, her fingers tangling in his dark, messy hair as a fierce shiver ran through her entire body.
"Kevin... please," she whined, her knees buckling slightly.
"Lay down, baby," he whispered against her skin. "Let me take care of you."
Jayla climbed onto the center of the bed, lying flat on her back against the cool gray sheets.
She watched as Kevin crawled up between her legs, his large knees pushing her thighs wide open, completely exposing her dripping, swollen center to his gaze.
He hovered over her, his thick, throbbing cock brushing against her outer thigh, a teasing promise of what was to come.
The cool, gray sheet beneath Jayla’s back did absolutely nothing to soothe the intense, boiling heat radiating from her core.
She lay with her thighs parted wide, completely exposed under the soft bedroom lights, her blue eyes locked onto Kevin as he hovered over her.
His broad shoulders blocked out the rest of the room, turning her entire world into a landscape of his touch, his scent, and his heavy, unyielding gaze.
"You are so beautiful like this," Kevin growled softly. He reached down, his large, warm palms flattening against her inner thighs, pushing them even wider until her knees were nearly touching the mattress.
Jayla let out a soft, trembling breath, her fingers clutching the gray sheet tightly on either side of her hips. "Kevin, I’m already so close. Just texting you about it earlier made me a total mess."
"Good. That’s exactly how I want you. Ready to pop," he murmured.
He didn't make her wait. Kevin lowered his torso, sliding his hands down to grip her hips securely.
He brought his thick, throbbing cock right to her entrance, rubbing the wide, glistening head against her hyper-sensitive clit.
Jayla’s hips instinctively bucked upward, a desperate whine tearing from her throat as the heavy bead of pre-cum on his tip smeared across her swollen flesh.
"Put it in, please, Kevin. I need to feel you inside me," she begged, her head rolling back against the mattress.
"Take it all, baby," he whispered.
With one slow, deliberate thrust, Kevin buried his entire length deep inside her tight, dripping pussy.
The sheer size of him stretched her walls to their absolute limit, filling her so completely that a heavy sob of pure pleasure escaped her lips.
Her internal muscles spasmed frantically, clamping down around his thick shaft like a tight glove, trying to pull him even deeper.
"Fuuuuck, Jayla," Kevin groaned, his eyes slamming shut as his forehead rested against hers. "You’re so fucking hot. You feel like a furnace."
He stayed still for a few torturous seconds, letting her body adjust to the invasion, before he began to move. He pulled nearly all the way out, leaving only the head of his cock teasing her entrance, before plunging back in with a heavy, wet thud.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The raw, frantic sound of their flesh colliding echoed loudly through the quiet bedroom.
Jayla lifted her legs, wrapping her calves tightly around his waist to pull him in deeper, matching his rhythm with her own frantic thrusts.
She was entirely horny, driven mad by the friction of his thick cock driving into her slick warmth over and over again.
Every stroke was hitting her G spot with absolute precision, sending electric shocks straight up to her brain.
As the pace turned faster, more primitive, that same heavy, overwhelming pressure from the car began to coil tightly in the bottom of her stomach. It felt like a tidal wave building behind a fragile dam, a deep-seated urge to release that made her entire body tense up with a sudden, sharp anxiety.
"Kevin... oh god, it’s happening again," Jayla panted, her hands sliding down his wet back to grip his glutes, trying to slow him down. "I can't…I can't stop it. It’s going to be so messy."
Kevin lifted his head, his dark eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive hunger as he looked down at her flustered, beautiful face.
He didn't slow down; instead, he drove his hips forward even harder, burying his cock to the hilt while reaching his hand down between their rubbing bodies.
He found her hyper-sensitive, engorged clit and began to rub it vigorously with his thumb, pinning it against his own pelvic bone.
"Don't you dare try to hold it back!" Kevin commanded, his voice a rough, dominant roar. "Let it go, Jayla! Drench me! Squirt all over the fucking bed, I want to feel it!"
The combination of his relentless, deep thrusting, his merciless thumb on her clit, and the absolute permission in his voice broke the final barrier of her inhibition.
Jayla’s eyes rolled back, her jaw opening in a silent scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Her internal walls convulsed with a series of violent, crushing contractions that clamped down around Kevin’s throbbing cock like a vice.
The dam broke completely.