Page 150 of Anti-Hero

“Please, Kit.” Her voice teeters on the edge of torment.

I suck on her sensitive skin, making her hiss. “Answer my question, Monty.”

“Yes,” she blurts. “I’m good with it.”

I smile. “Good with what?”

“With your cum dripping out of me.”

I raise an eyebrow. Surprised. Impressed. Horny as hell. “Good girl.”

I thrust.

This time, I don’t stop after one inch. Ican’t. She’s tight and slippery and hot, clutching my cock like she was meant to take me.

The sensation is indescribable. If I were religious, I’d call the clasp of her pussy heaven, here on earth.

I can hear the slurp of wet friction and slap of our skin together.Feel her muscles tighten and quiver as she takes me over and over again. I clench my ass and tighten my grip on her waist, determined not to come first.

“You feelsogood,” she moans. “It’s so good and—oh.”

I pinch her nipple, enjoying the way she arches her back and presses against me, seeking more friction.

“Kit. Please.” She’s unraveling, tatters of lust pulling her voice apart.

“I know. You want to come. You want it so,sobadly.” I trail the line of her shoulder with my tongue. She tastes like sweat and sin. “But you need me to get there. Come on my cock, Monty. Let me fill you up and …fuck.”

She’s coming. Squeezing so tight that it’s a struggle for me to continue thrusting.

“Do it,” she gasps. “Fill me.”

I pump into her twice more, then let go. My hips jerk, and my abs tense, and the pressure explodes. It rips through me, like a storm devastating everything in its path. It steals my ability to think, to move, to even breathe. My dick swells and jerks as I ejaculate, pouring so much cum into her that it starts to spill out in a sticky mess.

I’m breathing harder than I was after my run this morning, the rush of euphoria making my muscles tremble. I have to steady myself with a hand on the counter, right next to Collins’s. And then I decidefuck itand slide closer, squeezing her wrist once.

She lets out a contented hum.

My cock slips out of her reluctantly. I’m still half hard, already aching for a repeat.

I reach for the drawer that holds the clean dish towels, conveniently located right next to her left hip. I pull one out, savoring the sight ofmy semen on her skin for a few more seconds before gently wiping between her legs.

“You’re really good in bed,” she mumbles, leaning heavily against the counter.

I laugh. “We didn’t make it to a bed, Monty.”

“I just meant—” She blinks a few times, her expression dazed. “I kinda thought last time was a fluke.”

“A fluke?” I smirk.

“The whole bet thing? I wassureI’d win. I don’t usually come that hard. Or … at all.”

“Like I said, youhadterrible taste in men.”

She shakes her head. Then bites her lower lip. “That wasn’t how—I didn’t mean to, uh, sort of jump you.”

I grin. “You can jump me anytime you want.”

“I had more of a plan to seduce you. But then you walked in, and I got … distracted.”

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