28. KAI #2
She takes me into her mouth, slow and deep, cheeks hollowing as she sucks, and the wet heat of her is almost too much. She moans around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. The sound is filthy—wet, eager, hungry.
“Fuck, Ava—your mouth—”
She pulls off just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny.
“You taste so good. I’ve been dreaming about choking on this cock, about you fucking my throat until I can’t breathe.”
Then she takes me deeper, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat, eyes watering. Still she pushes further. The sounds she makes are wet, messy, desperate.
Spit runs down my shaft. Her hand works the base she can’t reach, twisting on every upstroke.
I last maybe a minute before I pull her off by the hair, chest heaving.
“On the couch now or I’m going to come down your throat and I need to be inside you when I lose it.”
She stands, turns toward the couch, and shoves her shorts and underwear down in one motion. They pool around her ankles and she kicks them away.
She’s naked except for the flush spreading down her chest. She places both hands on the armrest and looks over her shoulder at me, ass presented, the glistening pink of her pussy already visible between her thighs.
“Come here,” she says, voice low and commanding. “I want it from behind. I want you to hold me down and fuck me like you own me.”
I grab a condom from the drawer in the side table. She watches me roll it on, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I step behind her.
The sight of her body from this angle punches the air from my lungs. Her hips, those fuller curves spreading wider under my hands. The deep dip of her lower back. The way her thighs tense as she spreads them wider, presenting herself.
I can see how wet she is, the slick shine coating her inner thighs.
I run one hand down the length of her spine, slow, feeling every vertebra. She shivers hard, pressing back toward me, seeking.
“Don’t make me wait,” she begs. “Please, I need it.”
I grip her hip with one hand, and guide the thick head of my cock to her entrance with the other. She’s dripping, swollen, the heat of her radiating against me.
I push inside slowly, just the head.
The sound she makes fills the entire room. It’s deep, guttural, pulled from somewhere below her lungs, half moan, half sob of relief.
“All of it,” she demands, voice breaking. “Give me every fucking inch. Don’t hold back.”
I drive forward in one long, relentless thrust until I’m fully seated, balls flush against her. Her fingers dig into the couch arm hard. She’s tight, impossibly hot, walls already fluttering around me.
I pull back almost all the way and thrust again, harder, and she slams her hips back to meet me with a wet slap that echoes.
“Yes, right there. Harder, Kai… fuck me harder—”
I find a rhythm. Deep, punishing strokes that rock her whole body forward with every impact.
She matches me, rolling her hips back in a grinding motion that takes me deeper than the thrust alone, the wet sounds of our bodies meeting growing louder, filthier.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, voice rough with strain. “So wet. So tight around my cock. You’re dripping down my balls. I can hear how messy you are for me.”
“Keep talking,” she gasps, breathless, voice already cracking. “I want to hear every dirty thing. Tell me how I feel.”
“I can feel you squeezing me every time I bottom out. Your pussy’s greedy for it—, clenching like it doesn’t want to let me go. You’re so swollen and hot it’s driving me insane.”
“Kai—” My name comes out shattered in her mouth, half moan, half plea.
I grip both hips harder, fingers digging into the soft new curves, and increase the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the living room. It’s rhythmic, relentless.
She’s moaning continuously now, unrestrained, head dropped between her arms, hair spilling forward. Every thrust punches a higher, sharper sound out of her.
Her hand reaches between her thighs. I feel her fingers working her clit, the knuckles brushing the base of my cock on every stroke.
“I’m close,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me through it.”
“Let me feel you come on my cock. Soak me. I want to feel you break.”
Her whole body locks. Her walls clamp around me so hard my vision tunnels.
She screams, the sound raw and loud and completely uninhibited, hips stuttering, thighs shaking violently against mine. Every contraction ripples through her in waves, milking me. The wetness of her orgasm coats my cock and drips down.
I last four more brutal strokes before the pressure crests. I bury myself to the hilt and come with a groan that tears through my entire chest, thick pulses flooding the condom while her pussy keeps fluttering around me.
We stay connected, both panting hard. Her forehead pressed into the couch arm, my hands still gripping her hips, thumbs still tracing those soft curves I can’t stop touching. My cock twitches inside her with aftershocks.
When I pull out and step back she straightens slowly, turns around. Her face is flushed deep pink, pupils still blown wide, lips swollen.
But her hips shift restlessly. Her thighs press together. The slight, hungry squirm of a woman whose body hasn’t finished what it started.
“You want more,” I say, already feeling the blood start to redirect at the sight of her.
“Is that a problem?” Her voice is pure challenge, still wrecked.
I’m spent, still softening. But looking at her standing there naked and flushed and still hungry makes my need rebuild fast.
“Get on your knees,” I order.
“Excuse me?”
“Put your mouth on me again. I’ll be ready in two minutes. Get me hard so I can fuck you again.”
Her eyebrows lift. Then a slow, wicked grin spreads across her face.
She pushes me down onto the couch and drops between my legs. She peels the condom off, tosses it aside, and takes my sensitive cock into her mouth without hesitation.
I hiss at the overstimulation, the sensitivity bordering on pain. Then her tongue swirls around the head and the pain dissolves into dark, building heat. She sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks. I feel myself thickening against her tongue almost immediately.
“That’s it,” I breathe, hand sliding into her hair. “Your mouth feels incredible. Suck me harder. Get me ready to fill you again.”
She hums around me and the vibration rolls up my spine like electricity. Her head bobs, taking me deeper with each pass, hand wrapping what her mouth can’t reach, twisting on the upstroke in a way that makes my abs seize.
Spit runs down. The wet sounds are filthy.
“I’m getting close already,” I warn, hips twitching.
She pulls off, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes savage.
“Not yet.” She stands, turns her back to me. “Sit up.”
She grabs a fresh condom from the side table drawer, tears the foil with her teeth, and rolls it onto me. Then she lowers herself onto me in reverse, reaching between her legs to guide the thick head to her entrance.
When she sinks down fully the groan that rips out of me is pure animal.
She’s swollen from the first round, tighter, hotter, and the angle in this position hits deep, the head of my cock pressing against places that make her thighs shake.
“Don’t come until I do,” she says, voice commanding even as it trembles.
She plants her hands on my knees and starts to move. Slow grinding circles at first, her hips working in a rhythm that lets me feel every inch of her walls dragging along my length.
Then faster. Harder.
She lifts and drops, taking me completely with each stroke, the wet slap of her ass against my thighs growing louder.
“You’re so deep like this,” she breathes. “I can feel you everywhere stretching me, filling me up. Your cock is so fucking thick.”
I grip her hips. My hands slide up to her breasts, heavy and swollen in my palms. I roll her nipples between my fingers and she cries out, rhythm faltering for a second.
“Don’t stop moving,” I tell her, voice rough. “Keep riding me. Use my cock.”
“Touch them harder. Pinch them. Make it hurt a little.”
I pinch hard. She bucks on my lap, a sharp cry cutting through the room.
“Again—fuck. Again—”
I pinch again, rolling, tugging.
She picks up speed. Her hips slam down against mine, inner muscles gripping me so tight it takes everything I have to hold back.
My stomach clenches. My thighs burn. The pressure builds at the base of my spine like a tide about to drown me.
“Come for me,” I say into her ear, voice dark and desperate. “I can’t hold on much longer. Your pussy’s milking me so hard. Come all over my cock so I can fill you.”
“Almost…” She grinds harder, faster, body chasing it with zero restraint. “Almost there. Right there. Fuck me, don’t stop.”
She slams down three more times and detonates. Her whole body seizes, walls crushing me in pulsing contractions so strong they pull the orgasm out of me like a trigger.
I come so hard my vision goes white, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, a broken groan tearing out of my throat while she keeps coming around me in long, shaking waves, moaning my name.
We collapse together, her back against my chest, my arms loose around her waist. Both of us breathe like we’ve sprinted a mile. Our bodies are slick with sweat, still twitching with aftershocks.
After a long time she lifts off me slowly.
We both make a sound at the separation.
"I'm going to shower."
"Take your time."
She starts to get up, then pauses. “And Kai?”
“Yeah?”
Her expression turns serious. “When I’m done, we need to talk.”