Page 34 of Kismet

He seems to like that answer. He leans over my body, fingers going between my crack, the cold gel-like liquid coating my hole before he pushes two inside. Inhaling sharply, I fist the blanket beneath me, slamming my eyes shut. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy, and it burns.

He thrusts in and out gently, crooking his finger, and grazing my prostate. White-hot pleasure swims through my body every time he hits that spot, stars flashing behind my eyelids. He eventually works a third finger in, stretching me open, getting me ready for his mammoth of a cock.

After what feels like an eternity, he withdraws his fingers and grabs the condom wrapper. He uses his teeth to rip the foil open, rolling it onto himself. My body is vibrating with anticipation, and when he lubes and lines himself up, I swear I could blow just from the sight.

He pushes in slowly, but firmly. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. “Holy fucking shit, Stone. Ah, fuck!”

“Calm down, Bambi. You can take it. I know you can. Relax for me,” he coos, inching himself in further.

Forcing myself to relax and bear down on him, he sinks the rest of the way in, pausing once he’s fully sheathed. The pressure is almost unbearable. I’m so incrediblyfull, it feels like I’m going to rip in half at any second.

He leans down, capturing my lips with his, and slipping his tongue inside. He continues to kiss me as he starts to move his hips, slowly rocking in and out of me. The burn finally gives way to pleasure, and eventually, my hips start to rock with his.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says against my lips. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Do you like it?”

“Fuck… yes,” I groan. My hands are gripping his upper arms, legs wrapped around him, eyes fighting to stay open as he injects me with pure pleasure with every stroke of his cock. He’s slightly curved upward, so with every thrust, he hits my prostate, igniting fire throughout my veins.

He sits back, holding my hips tight, as he thrusts brutally in and out of me. My hands fly into my hair, gripping, eyes rolling back. My jaw is slack, and my breathing is harsh and shallow. I cannot comprehend the amount of pleasure my body is receiving right now.

Thank God, we’re in the middle of nowhere, because between the sound of his body slapping against mine, and my moans, we aren’t quietat all.

A large, rough hand closes around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts, and I lose it. “Ohmygod, I’m… fuck. Gonna come.”

Stone growls, stroking and fucking me harder, taking me higher and higher, until I blow. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot out of my throbbing cock, pelting my chest and stomach.

“Oooh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” Guttural groans pour from my chest as Stone’s name is on repeat, falling off my lips.

“That’s it, Bambi. Your tight hole is squeezing the life out of my cock.”

Once I finally stop coming, he brings his fist up to his mouth, licking off the cum that got on his hand. “Fuck, you taste good. Come on, milk my cock, Bambi. Make me come deep in your ass.”

“Good God,” I groan. “Your mouth…”

His hand lands on the side of my head as his body presses down on mine—clearly not concerned about the cum getting all over him—as he pounds into me hard. His strokes are long and rough, and the way he’s biting his lip while watching me has my dick thickening already.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he moans, thrusting once. Twice. Three times, before he stills, spilling inside the condom, roaring through his release.

He collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other, as we both fight to catch our breath. When he pulls out of me, I clench and immediately miss the fullness of him. My mind is spinning a million miles a minute, and I’m nervous he’s going to regret it now that we’ve both come.

Eyeing him as he removes the condom, tying it off, and tucking it in his jacket pocket, I worry my bottom lip, waiting to see what he’s going to say or do next. My pulse is racing, the blood whooshing in my ears.

He reaches behind him, grabbing the second blanket we brought with us, using it to clean his stomach off before moving to clean mine. It’s such a simple gesture, but it makes my heart want to explode. It’s tender and caring, and I slam my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the feelings it’s bringing me.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, causing my eyes to open and gaze to land on him. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he almost looks… nervous?

“Yeah. I’m more than okay. Are you?”

“Yeah. Just want to make sure you don’t regret it.”

“I don’t!” I exclaim in a hurry. “Do… you?” My stomach twists as I ask that.

“Not at all.” He leans down and kisses me, my body instantly relaxing, mind feeling immediately better.

He doesn’t regret it.

Chapter Eleven

Stone Philips

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