Page 104 of Unfolding Kiara

“Ethan!” she cried out, looking over her shoulder. “You did not just bite my ass.”

I smirked and stood up to my full height, “Sure did, Bella.”

Her tongue seeped out, wetting her pink lips when I pulled myself out of the confines of my pants, positioning myself over her heated core. My eyes flickered to her and waited for her permission. She looked down, pushing herself back slowly, taking the red bulbous head inside her as we both groaned in unison.

Holding her waist, I sunk myself inside her in one slow thrust, clenching my jaw. Her walls clamped around me in such a way I thought I would come inside her without even trying. Taking a deep breath, I reared back and slammed inside her.

“Oh,shit.” Kiara gasped, “Harder, Ethan.”

My eyes flared with lust, and I gave her what she craved. Driving myself in and out of her, each time bumping against the rough scrap of her g-spot as her hips moved back toward me. I leaned over her, holding the ropes and knots of theHishi Karadadress. I fondled her breasts when my hips rolled and thrust inside her, eliciting foreign carnal sounds.

My hand trailed down to roll her clitoris as she came, groaning my name and wringing the sheets in her fists. Pulling back, I increased my pace, elongating her orgasm, and spanking her ass as her cries of pleasure grew louder.

“Come for me, Kiara,” I growled, our skin slapping against each other and her walls clenching me each time the smack reverberated through her skin to core.

Kiara whimpered, “I-I can’t. I am too sensitive.” But her hips moved back each time I reared back.

Squeezing her ass, I muttered, “Come on, Bella. Give me one more orgasm.”

I moved slowly because I did not want to orgasm until she came. As my thrusts got deeper and slower, rocking her body against me, her moans increased. Even the small bed thumped against the wall with each thrust.

“Ethan.”

I swelled inside her and gave a small jerk to her body as she clenched me, her walls convulsing when she orgasmed. Coming inside her, I grunted and gave a few sloppy thrusts and held her waist when her legs trembled from the aftershocks.

Licking my lips, I smacked her butt, sinking on my knees and laving my tongue over her soaked pussy. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she grumbled when I squeezed her ass and ate her out, driving another orgasm from her. Her scent intoxicated me when she came again, crying out my name and begging me to stop.

Finally, accomplished with her dizzy about-to-pass-out state, I licked her dry and stood up. Gently holding her in my arms, I laid her down on the bed and tucked the strands away from her face as she gazed at me from her half-lidded eyes.

“You look so fucking beautiful in post-coital bliss,” I murmured, pecking her lips, and squeezed her hand. “Makes me hard just looking at you.”

Kiara chuckled, her voice husky. “You and your stamina. Do you ever stop talking dirty, Ethan?”

My eyes roved over her half-covered body. I shook my head, “Not when it comes to you.” I noticed the small shivering in her body and asked if she wanted me to remove theKaradarope dress.

“As much as I like it . . . not right now, I feel like I am going to faint,” she murmured and for a second, I got worried, so I removed it from her body. Where the rope was tight and looped in knots, her skin had small prints, and I felt bad that I couldn’t shower her and tuck her in. But Kiara stood up after a while telling me she was fine, orgasming three times in ten minutes had made her dizzy.

I fixed the bed, knowing I had to put the sheets in the washing machine. She went to the washroom to clean herself up. I had messed up her hair, dress, and a bit of makeup. I couldn’t help but smirk proudly.

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