Page 244 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come so hard.”
“Maybe you can rectify that. Fuck me, Kalen.”
Thankfully, I don’t have to ask twice. Kalen’s right, I’m fucking soaked. So thanks to that and his three finger ministrations, he slides in easily. I still feel uncomfortably full though.
As he starts to move his hips, oh so slowly, all thoughts of discomfort flee my mind. He kisses me deeply and drags his body along mine in a way which creates delicious friction against my already sensitive skin. I lose myself in him for a moment but when I realise that he has no plans to change tempo, I break away from our kiss.
“Kalen,” I complain on another whine. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Fucking you.”
“This isn’t fucking.”
“I’m making sw?—”
“I swear to god if you even dream of finishing that sentence, I’ll snap your dick off!”
“I can’t reallydomore. It’s too...squidgy,” he replies. I smirk at him.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s late. And it happens to everyone,” I tease.
“The bouncy castle, moron. I can’t get a grip. It’s frustrating as fuck.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Whose stupid idea was this anyway? You should have just let me come into your room.”
“With my family right next door?”
“You could have been quiet.”
“Fat chance. Although if I knew you were going to fuck me like a soggy sponge I could have risked it.”
“Right, that’s it,” he snaps, withdrawing and moving away from me. I instantly feel bereft. “Get up.”
He tugs my hand to pull me up, then flips me over so that I’m on all fours. Ah fuck. I barely survived this position with him last time.
A loud crack rings out as he lands a stinging blow to my right ass cheek and I yelp in surprise. That was most definitely unexpected. Before I can yell at him for it though, he’s gripping my hips and slamming into me with such force I’m almost knocked over.
“Fuck!” I hiss as I push back against him and eagerly meet his thrusts. “Damn, that feels good.”
“Youfeel damn good,” Kalen pants out as he finally manages to build some momentum, falling into a bruising, punishing rhythm.
Like this, it doesn’t take long at all for me to tumble over the edge again, clamping down around him and triggering his orgasm with my own. I collapse forward onto the jumping castle, not caring that the blanket has got all rucked up. Kalen follows, covering my body as he tries to catch his breath.
“Get off me, you great lump,” I complain.
“I was pretty great, wasn’t I?” I can hear the smugness in his tone without even needing to see his annoying face.
“Ugh. You’re so…” Nope. I have no words.
“Wow fucked speechless. Iamgood!”
I huff but it turns into a wince as he withdraws and I’m left feeling so empty. Kalen presses something against me, and when I glance over my shoulder I see it’s his shirt. Which is really sweet, but I can’t exactly put that in the wash for Chelsea toclean up. And I don’t particularly want it hanging around in his suitcase until we go home. Damn.
“We should head back inside,” Kalen tells me. I don’t want to make his big head even bigger but there’s no way I can move just yet. My bones have liquefied. I’m jelly.
“Umm, yeah. Should probably sneak in separately though. You go ahead and I’ll follow in a few.”
