Page 45 of The Last Kind of Kiss
He stares down at my teasing hand, clenching his teeth so tightly that a grunt turns into a growl, and the dip of his belly flexes. “I love it. I love it so fucking much. You’re so beautiful when you gag around me. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
When I get to the dripping tip, I smear his pre-cum around with the pad of my finger, glossing the head in a fine layer of arousal. “You want to come down my throat, Bristol?” I taunt, earning a twitch from his dick that confirms he’smorethan okay with my proposition.
I can smell the natural musk of him from here, and I can practically taste him flooding my throat. The lower half of him is neatly trimmed, but then again, he’s never been a super hairyperson. He’s attractively hygienic—you know, in the sense that he usesactualshampoo and conditioner rather than a 2-in-1. He takes care of his body, and it shows. Oh, it shows alright.
I’m loving the position I have him in right now, but the tightening of his grip on my waist is the first warning sign that things are about to head south. His throat vibrates with a deep, low noise, and he flips me onto my back effortlessly, analyzing me with dark, predatory eyes that make my drenched pussy throb.
He’s on all fours above me while his mess of tousled locks hangs down in his face, his dick dragging over my clit and dangling between his thighs like an imposing force.
“No, Lila,” he rasps, his tone tinged with possessiveness. “I want to come in your cunt, and I want to watch you stain the sheets.”
I freeze, the sincerity of his words striking bone-deep, the nakedness of my body (and the metaphorical nakedness of my current position) rendering me helpless underneath his strong arms. I’m silent on the outside, but on the inside, my vagina is ecstatic to be getting another man-made orgasm in the span of a single night. Goodbye, Melvin! Hello, Bristol.
Bristol leans down to kiss the shelf of my collarbone. “Say the words,” he demands. “And I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”
I arch my spine against the bed as my nails seek purchase in his toned back, digging little grooves to keep me anchored. His lips tickle my neck, and I can feel them curve with a satisfied grin.
I’m already feeling dizzy, and we haven’t even done anything yet. Dear God. I’ll be done for by the time he’s finished.
“What? No safe word?” I joke.
“Good idea. What were you thinking?”
“I was just kidding. We’ve never needed one before. We don’t need one now.”
“Oh, we’lldefinitelyneed one now.”
Bad Bitch Lila’s popped in to make a quick appearance, and she so kindly states, “I’ll die before I ever use a safe word with you.”
Did I regret those words the minute they left my mouth? Yes. Will I let Bristol know that? Absolutely not.
“Yeah?” He laughs, lining himself up with my entrance, those stocky thighs of his looking like twin mountains bookending either side of my hips.
“Mm-hm,” I mumble with no conviction whatsoever.
When he bows his mouth back down to my throat, he drags it to the swell of my tit and suckles a hickey into the flesh, perfecting an adequate bruise that Iknowis about to make the next few days a living hell for me.
“We’ll see about that,” he rumbles, nipping playfully at me with his teeth. “Not that you’llneedto use it, but just say ‘chocolate’ if you want me to stop.”
Before I can veto that ridiculous suggestion, Bristol drills his cock into me, pushing past my inner ring of muscle in one quick motion to dull the pressure. I muffle a cry, feeling my pussy stretch to its limits. The initial breach hurts like a bitch, and all I do is cling to him, burrowing my face into his neck while he buries his length to the hilt. Not only have Inotbeen fucked in a year, but the only thing I’ve fucked myself with is half of Bristol’s goddamn size.
“You’re okay. You’re alright, angel,” he whispers, stilling his entire body as he waits for me to give him the go-ahead.
Heat ensnares my limbs as I panic about the eight-inch monster currently inside me, but when I eventually let Bristol out of my death grip, I’m reminded of the gentle, caring guy he is. The gentle, caring guy who always puts my needs before his.
I unstick my tongue from my mouth. “I’m okay.”
“Do you want me to start moving?”
I take a second to adjust myself, slackening my muscles sothe tension doesn’t hinder him, and I breathe out every worry that visits me before a good dickening. Like a Ghost of Christmas Copulation, if you so will.
I finally nod, and Bristol’s arms begin to shake as he starts a measured pace, rutting his hips into me and accentuating the sound of skin on skin. I can feel the head of his cock brush my cervix, and I gush profusely onto his length, glad that he’s so deep inside me he can’t see how insanely aroused I am. I keep my feet on the bed because I’m too afraid to wrap them around his body, but my nails stay embedded in his shoulder blades, one rough move from drawing blood.
His ball sack taps my ass with every stroke, and my lungs deplete of air while he abuses my pussy, gaining momentum to prod his cock against my guts. “Fuck, Lils.Fuuuck.You feel so perfect. Soaking every inch of me, and I’ve barely even done anything yet. Kept this greedy pussy nice and wet for me, yeah?”
Cinders mature into fire, and before I know it, my whole body is aflame from Bristol’s punishing thrusts, so pleasurable that pain consumes me like a gasoline-fed inferno. Everything is charred, and the bane of my destruction is the first thing to make me feel anything aside from gnawing hopelessness.
“Just for you,” I moan, not caring how loud I am.
