Chapter 13 #4
Kong’s hand roamed to her shoulder, down her arm, and to her breast, where he gave it a squeeze before brushing his thumb over her hard nipple.
His dick was already semi hard, anticipating being inside her.
Grabbing her thigh, he moved his hands to her wet center, gliding his middle finger inside.
He was still kissing her, but her lips parted blissfully from his touch.
He removed his finger from inside her and nudged her onto her back.
Kong lifted her leg, kissing around her ankle and up her calves, pausing long enough at her inner thighs to make her legs quiver as her breathing changed.
Keeping her knees in the air, Ayla’s legs opened willingly for him.
He placed both hands under her round ass and dragged her to the foot of the bed.
Tonight, he was running this shit. There were no doubts that Ayla was still the woman for him.
She’d been tested since being home, and her doctors gave her a clean bill of health, even after delivering her baby in unfortunate circumstances.
Mira kept a doctor on payroll to check on her girls too.
They were all checked regularly for STDs and STIs.
Didn’t stop her from treating them like animals, though.
If Kong dwelled on what was done to her, something out of her control, he wouldn’t get the chance to experience her for himself.
His need for that surpassed judgment. Kissing along her thighs, he stopped at her wet lower lips.
Her pussy was already leaking from his touch.
Caressing her legs, he pushed them apart and kissed along her inner thigh until he reached her nub.
Kong took a breath, hands on her hips as goosebumps lined her skin.
Ayla’s eyes locked with his, and she half smiled when he crept over her and placed his mouth over hers.
Tongue circling hers, Kong forgot to breathe as his big hands stroked her arms, then her breasts, stopping at her legs.
Lowering himself to her breasts, he lifted her gown, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.
Kong suckled one of her erect nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other between his finger and thumb.
“Mmm,” Ayla bit her lip and moaned.
This wasn’t a transaction. She wasn’t being used to fulfill the needs of another as a service.
Kong was hers, and she felt that in every part of her, but mostly the warmth in her chest and belly when he touched her.
It wasn’t lust. What they had was the purest thing she’d ever known.
Kong could never mask how he felt about her because it was always hidden in his gaze.
He migrated over to her other breast, and her back arched against the mattress when his kisses trailed lower.
His tongue swiped over her clit, licking the juices that had already spilled.
She tasted like water with a tinge of coconut juice.
“Shit!” Ayla shuddered.
Chest tight, middle caving in like a deflated pool toy, she lost her train of thought as Kong carried her to her peak and let her erupt there.
Her lips parted, but no sound came as she wound her hips against his very giving tongue.
He kissed her down there like he was French kissing her mouth, swiping her mind of any current doubts.
She was given a moment to recover before he brought his thumb to her nub and flicked it gently, effortlessly working her toward another climax.
“Oh, my G….” Ayla’s broken whimpers echoed through the room, and Kong slurped all her sweetness until he’d wiped her clean.
Massaging her legs and calves, he moved up her body until he was propped over her, both hands pressed into the mattress.
He kissed along her neck until he reached her mouth again, and Ayla licked along his lips, tasting herself before their tongues danced nastily.
There was no hesitation before Kong plunged inside her.
She was still tight, wet, and deep as he hit bottom and let his dick rest there.
Winding his hips, he hit her with long, deep strokes that left her essence glistening against his nine-foot pole.
Once he broke Ayla off, and her pussy throbbed against his man, he went to work.
Quick, deliberate strokes that nearly blinded him as he approached his nut.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Pound, “about none of that other shit, Lala!” Pound. Pound. “Ain’t nobody ever getting access to what’s mine again. You hear me?”
“Shit! Kong! Yes!” she screamed, holding onto both of his arms while he rocked in and out of her.
“You gon’ cum for me again, baby?” he asked, sweat dripping down his chest.
“Mmm hmm.” She whined, matching his thrusts and allowing her legs to lock around his hips.
Skin slapping noises blened with heavy breathing and hungry moans from their lovemaking filled the room.
“Tell me where you want that shit.” Kong moved deliberately with his strokes, knowing he was tapping at her G spot the deeper he pushed inside her.
“Right there?” he asked, hips swaying as her body reacted and her nails dug into his flesh.
“Right here?” he asked, pulling back and slamming into her harder with his next stroke.
“Ugh!” She broke down, and when her pussy pulsed around his dick, he gave in with her.
When his nut spilled out, Kong grew dizzy, and his body relaxed against hers. His sweaty skin fused with hers, and their lips found each other in another passionate kiss. Emptying his nut inside her, his dick slipped out and he
“I love you,” Ayla whispered.
“I love you,” he replied, pecking her lips.
collapsed on his side next to her.