Page 65 of Playful Kris

“Fuck, baby.”

My eyes are on him as his balls tighten and I know he’s about to come.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns, but I don’t pull away. He’s coming in my mouth.

I suck him harder, and easily push him over the edge as he unloads in my mouth. I suck him harder, making his body tremble from the exploding pleasure.

He eases out of my mouth, and suddenly I’m yanked back to my feet with his mouth against mine. I’m lifted easily into his arms, and his dick slides inside my center.

How on Earth is he still fired up and ready to go after all of that?

I moan into his mouth as he fills me up, going deeper than he did earlier.

“Kris, please,” I beg, as he thrusts into me over and over.

My boobs bounce between us, nipples grazing his chest like a live wire through my body. His grunts are all I hear as he pounds into me, and I slowly feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head when the pleasure powers through me. I grind my pussy into him, and we both freeze as our orgasms rip through us.

I’m thankful no one else is in this cabin with us, because we are not quiet. Not in the least bit.

He pulls away from me, looking into my eyes.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before turning me so that I’m completely under the shower again.

My body is completely relaxed when Kris pours some shampoo into his hands and begins massaging it through my hair.

I can’t wait to do all of this again tomorrow.

27

KRIS

My eyes slowly blink open. The sun is raging through the bedroom windows, and you might as well stick a hot fork in my eye because that’s what it feels like this bright with little sleep.

Hair tickles my chin, and I grin to myself. Kameron is pressed against my side, her arm draped across my stomach, and her lips are pooched slightly.

Shit, she’s cute.

I sit for a few minutes, staring at her and hoping she doesn’t wake up because this moment could become awkward really fucking fast.

A million things run through my mind, especially the night we had last night. It’s not lost on me how easy things are with her, how everything just sort of fits and works together.

It could easily be like this every single day, and I wouldn’t hate it a bit. Until it all blew up in my face. The smallest thing could tear us apart, that’s how it was with my parents. Granted, their story is a little more contrast than that, but still, you get the picture.

And Kameron is going to want to be a mother, and I’m not sure that I ever want to have kids.

Sure, I’d enjoy being a dad, I’d love my kids and hope I’d be a much better father than the one I was blessed with.

But, having kids in a marriage and then having to rip their lives apart and force them to endure the turmoil of a nasty custody case, or a parent that is absent… I can’t do it.

Even the idea of having a kid out of wedlock isn’t appealing to me. The kid would still be torn between two places, and that shit isn’t healthy.

Which is why relationships are just a no go. From now until forever.

But damn if I don’t really wish I could have it all with her.

I glance at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside me and realize I’ve got to get up and start moving. My brother is coming to pick me up, and then Kam is going to drive my truck to the venue later, closer to the wedding time.

Shifting her off of me, I gently pull my arm from under her. I’m surprised she doesn’t budge through the maneuver, but a soft little moan escapes her lips before she whispers my name in her sleep and snuggles further into the pillow. I pull the comforter up higher over her shoulder, she always slept with her entire head nearly covered when we were in college, I doubt much of that has changed.

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