Page 22 of Kairo

“Shit sounds so sweet.”

He rolled up my gown, exposing my white thong.

He sucked his teeth and let out a deep sigh.

“What?” I asked with shy eyes.

I knew my thong was soaked. My earlier intentions were to come and keep things cordial, but here I was sticky below. Kairo rubbed his hand across the top part of my thong. I could feel his touch through the thin material.

“This motherfucker so fat.” Kairo fed into my praise kink. The more he complimented me, the wetter I got. He snatched the thong off me with a forceful pull. He rubbed my clit and folds as he stared into my eyes. “This the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”

Before I could cum, Kairo rolled his sweats down. He pressed himself against my opening. The sweatpants gave no justice to the size, length, and grith of Kairo’s dick. He must have noticed my shocked reaction because he chuckled.

“I’ll go slow, beautiful. You’ll adjust.”

I swallowed. There wasn’t much that scared me. Kairo’s dick was added to the list. Slowly, Kairo entered himself inside of me. My back rose off the bed. Kairo’s body shuddered.

“Wow, this feels so good. Goddamn.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, causing me to lose my mind. Kairo stroked me while I moaned his name as loud as I could.

“Fuck, Kairo.” I lowered my voice, biting at my lip.

“You like that, beautiful?” he asked.

I could barely speak. Kairo had me, and he had me deep. Before he could fuck me into a bliss, his phone rang. He ignored it, then the phone rang again.

“You will not answer it,” I commanded.

“Nah. Fuck it,” he said, stroking me.

The phone rang again. I had a deep feeling in my heart the person wouldn’t stop calling.

“Kairo, get that. Just make sure everyone is okay.”

He stopped stroking and rolled his eyes. “Fuck!”

He climbed off the bed and snatched the phone up. I studied his facial expression. It looked like he was reading a text message. His faced turned anxious.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Um… I got something to go handle. I’m going to have to step out.”

My heart sank to the bottom of my feet. There was nothing about this exchange that made me feel good. I questioned who was on the other side of the phone. The only thing I could assume was another woman. There was nothing that would make a man stop mid-sex but another woman.

“Really, Kairo?” I asked, climbing off the bed. I snatched my ripped thong and closed my robe tighter. He moved around the room, putting on his clothes. I stood there watching him grab apair of black jeans and a black shirt. “Kairo… What is going on? You’re acting like we were not in the middle of something.”

He looked at me. “Junie, I’m sorry. I got to go.”

I looked him up and down. I couldn’t believe this was happening. There was never a man I met that would stop mid-sex to go run an errand.

“Fuck you, Kairo.”

I stormed off toward my room. I slammed the door. It was fuck Kairo. First thing tomorrow morning, I planned to ask for a new bodyguard. There was no way I could be around him again.

I spedover to my uncle’s house. It was an hour away from Junie’s. My plan was to see what was urgent and go back to Junie and finish what I had started. Junie’s pussy was so warm and wet I damn near let loose in her when I entered her.

Junie had me acting different without even trying. When she knocked on my door, I almost took her then in her black baby doll night gown. So far, I’d seen her in two, and both times were sexy as hell.

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