Page 76 of Playful Kris

Her gasp breaks the kiss, and I grin against her lips. Her nails dig into my back as I push as deep as I can. I hold her there, not willing to move until I see her green eyes on me again.

Her mouth is parted slightly, and her eyes flutter open, focusing on me as I pull out and slowly sink back into her. We both groan at the sensation, our eyes never leaving each other’s.

My muscles clench with each stroke of her pussy around my cock.

Fuck.

I stare into her eyes, never pulling away with each movement of our bodies together. This connection between us is so strong, it nearly takes my breath away.

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers once more, then grab her hips and roll both of us to my back so that she’s straddling my waist with my cock nestled between her legs still.

My hands move to the back of my head, enjoying the view as she starts riding me. Her head falls to her shoulders, and she leans forward slightly and my balls tighten.

Shit, I’m close already.

Her hands brace on my chest, mine grab her hips, moving her thrusts quicker along.

She slams down on me, her back arching in pleasure as her pussy clamps shut around me, sending both of us spiraling into our orgasms together.

Kam collapses against my chest, and my arms wrap around her on instinct.

“It’s always so fucking good,” she whispers against the side of my neck. “I don’t want it to stop.”

My chest tightens, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks. It's an emotion I’m trying to avoid. This weekend is getting too tangled, and things are getting messy.

We have one more night.

Just one.

For both of us to get this out of our systems.

Then we’ll go our separate ways.

It’ll be like nothing ever happened between us. Just one long weekend in the mountains, where no one will see either of us together again.

I almost laugh to myself, thinking of how ridiculous this entire situation has become. Really, I should have known better than to let us do a friends with benefits thing for the weekend.

Yet here I am, buried deep inside of her while she lays across my chest as we both try to steady our breathing from our orgasms.

Yeah. I’m an idiot.

But shit, if she isn’t right.

It always feels so fucking good. My arms tighten around her, and I ignore all the emotions bubbling to the surface and focus on this being our last night together.

I roll her to her back, still nestled between her legs and slowly pull out of her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head slightly as a full grin spreads across her lips. Pressing my lips to the side of her neck, I push away from the bed and walk toward the bathroom.

Our last night together is going to be fucking memorable. I’ll make sure of it.

If I can never have Kameron the way that I truly want her, I’ll make sure it’s a night neither of us will ever forget. One that she’ll think of and immediately feel me between her legs at the thought.

Twisting the shower knob, I make sure the water temperature is perfect before stepping back into the room. She hasn’t moved from her spot on the bed, her legs are spread wide just like I left her a few minutes ago, and her breathing has returned somewhat to the normal rise and fall.

Damn, she’s pretty.

Her red hair strung across the pillows and a little tangled, the pinkness to her cheeks, the curves of her naked body on display before me… fucking beautiful.

“C’mon.” I smile down at her, her lazy smile greeting mine.

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