Page 88 of Moto
“Just keeping ourselves entertained until you got back.” She wiggles her ass.
I’ll admit, I haven’t really indulged in kinky sex besides, you know, sharing a woman with my brother. I like to get straight to the point. I know what feels good, and I go after it. But seeing Kayla with that pretty little plug, eyeing me like a hungry lioness, I’m inclined to give it a chance.
I grip her hips, an overwhelming sexual charge taking hold.
“Do you want me, Kayla?”
I line the head of my thrumming cock up to her swollen, glistening pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” She pushes back, causing the tip of my erection to breach her soaked entrance.
“Shit!” That small amount of sensation sends me over the edge, and I ram into her, both of us crying out from the explosive connection.
I can barely stand it as I fall forward, bracketing her body with mine. I thrust continuously, irrationally, as I drown in an undertow of arousal. With every momentous stab of my cock, Kayla jerks forward, torturous grunts escaping from her throat.
“Kayla! Fuck, Kayla!” I spiral quickly as her pussy grips me like an opening and closing fist. My pelvis slapping the butt plug in a violent attack.
We fuck until we’re covered in sweat, and Kayla is scratching at the sheets. My cock swells in an angry fit as she moans incessantly, the sound a seductive pull.
“Reese!” She abruptly bucks, an unexpected flood of fluid soaking my cock. “Oh, fuck!” She comes under my driving force, the tightening of her inner walls and the smearing of her cum setting me off.
My groans vibrate off her back as I bite on her shirt and explode like a nuclear reactor.
We both pant insanely as I twist her face and swallow her sounds, my muscles stiffening like a board. I finally collapse onto the mattress pulling Kayla with me. She niggles up in my arms, my world suddenly replete with fulfillment.
I listen to Kayla breathe as I run one finger through her long brown hair.
“You okay?” I ask, gazing up at the ceiling.
“You’re back. I’m perfect.” I feel her smile against my chest.
I glance down as she looks up. We both laugh. This woman is beyond bewitching.
“How long do I get you for again?” Kayla asks sweetly, a glaze of satisfaction in her stare.
“Four whole days,” I remind her.
“Oh, right. I was hoping the answer might have changed.” Her tone is playful, but her expression is contradictory. I run my thumb along her cheek. “This is hard,” she admits, her voice small.
“I know. But you have Dev to take care of you while I’m gone.”
“It’s not the same. He’s only one-half of what makes me whole. I need you as much as I need him.”
“You have me, baby. You have me in a way no one has ever had me. Since that moment in the hospital.”
“What moment?”
“When I told you to put your mouth on me and you kissed me. It felt like a chemical reaction. Something unexpectedly shifted. You owned me before I even realized it. Before I could even stop it.” I tilt her face up. “But I can’t stop being who I am. I race because it makes me feel alive, but you make me want to live, and that makes all the difference.”
“When did you become so poetic?” Kayla tries to hide her flattered expression.
“When I met a woman who gave the word love a definition,” I reiterate. Because it’s the truest of truths. Love was on the same meaningless level as fuck until Kayla.
“Your sentimental side is turning me on.” She crawls on top of me.
“I did promise love after fuck.” I run my hands up her thighs.
“How about we translate those words into action?” She leans over and kisses me. A white-hot, jaw-stretching embrace. I drive my tongue into her mouth as our hips surge, the friction of her wet folds re-hardening my cock.
