Page 3 of Range
“Kason,” I begged, “Please.”
His lips touched mine. Hungrily, he sucked my tongue into his warmth. Our bodies moved in sync, changing positions as we made music with our mouths.
The ringing in my ears subsided as Kason cut away from me. He pushed my body onto the bed and parted my legs with his.
“Arch that back, Range,” he demanded. “Arch that back for me, baby.”
I deepened the curve in my spine, just above my ass cheeks. Cool air greeted my backside, sending a chill up my body.
My agony was brief. Kason filled me again. I heated instantly. Flames surrounded me. Surrounded us.
“Shit.”
He was talkative in bed. As a woman who appreciated verbal validation and affirmations, I was grateful for his loosened lips. They pushed me beyond my limits. They soothed parts of me that needed something I couldn’t give.
And I loved that.
I loved him.
I lovedalmosteverything about him.
“You’re soaking. You’re fucking soa– Fuck, baby.”
He pushed into me. I slid backward. Our bodies met, forming a rhythm of their own. My damp skin stuck to his every time our bodies collided.
“Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhh.”
The moment was proof that perfection existed.
“Pussy so good, baby,” Kason groaned. “So fucking good.”
Each syllable extracted more honey from my pot. I was a sloppy mess.
Pathetic even.
Soaking.
Dripping wet.
“Too fucking good.”
Kason’s strokes quickened. His hand wadded my hair and pulled gently. My arch hardly existed anymore. He gripped my neck with the other hand and brought my face close enough to press his lips against mine.
He tasted like me.
Wildly.
Unashamed.
Uncontrollable.
I allowed my body to manifest its own victory as we kissed.
“I’m ’bout to nut,” Kason whispered into my mouth. “I’m about to nut.”
Swiftly, I slid off his tool and sat on the bed. He was still on his knees. I pushed my hair behind my ears and came face-to-face with his gloriousness. He was a beauty.
Completely.
