Page 78 of Playful Kris

Her back arches in anticipation, and I grin.

“Always fucking ready for me.” I push inside of her, feeling her pussy stretch around my cock.

The sound of the shower is filled with our matching moans, and our wet flesh slapping together as we chase our high again. My grip on her hips will probably leave a mark, but I can’t bring myself to be worried about it right now.

Each whimper that falls from her lips has her pussy clenching tighter around me. She presses her ass further against me, giving herself the angle she needs to bring her pleasure.

“You feel fucking incredible,” I moan, continuing my chase to the high we’re desperate for.

I feel her knees start to give out, and that cocky pride blooms in my chest again as I wrap my arm around her middle and pull her tighter.

“I’ve got you, Kam.” I grunt into her ear. “Let go for me, baby. Let me fucking have you again.”

My words cause her pussy to clamp down so fucking tight around me, my knees nearly cave and I lose all self control as my orgasm barrels through me, and she loses herself at the same time.

Our bodies tremble against each other, we’ve been in here so long the hot water has started to run out and she begins to shiver.

“Here.” I pull out of her, ignoring the way I hate the separation as I reach around and shut the water off.

“I guess our shower was pointless.” She giggles, slowly standing back to her full height.

She spins so she’s facing me, and her lip tucks between her white teeth. I have to force myself to look away, because that fucking mouth…

Her body presses into mine, and I wrap my arms around her.

“We better get you to bed.” I look down at her exhausted eyes, and smile. “We have a long drive tomorrow.”

She nods, pressing her lips to the center of my chest before pulling away and grabbing the towel.

My hand rubs at the connection, feeling my chest tighten.

Tomorrow is going to fucking suck.

32

KAMERON

I hate mornings.

I hate when the light hits your eyes for the first time and you’re not truly ready to wake up yet. It’s like a dream robber, and I was having the best dream.

It was me and Christian McCaffrey on a yacht in the middle of the Caribbean, just sipping drinks and living our best lives until Olivia showed up and was about to steal him away.

But I’m pretty sure he was going to choose me… yet again, the damn sunlight ruined it all and woke me up.

Reality crashes back into me, and I remember that I’m in the cabin with Kris. I smile, rolling to my side to face him when I realize he’s out of bed.

That’s when I hear the banging downstairs, and frown. What on Earth is he doing?

Glancing at my phone on the nightstand, it’s six in the morning. I figured we’d get up fairly early, but I didn’t think it would be at the crack of dawn.

Kris walks in the room, an unreadable expression on his face as he goes into the bathroom and grabs his toiletries. I smile, realizing how we kind of just moved into the room in the last forty-eight hours. He appears again, and I take him in.

He’s wearing black joggers with a tight Under Armour shirt and a jacket over it. His tennis shoes are already on his feet and laced, and I watch as he bends, stuffing everything into his bag.

And boy, do I enjoy the look of those sweats on his toned thighs and ass.

A sound escapes my lips, and I blush, what I’m assuming is the deepest shade of red, and Kris turns to look at me. He frowns, and I knit my brows together in confusion.

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