Page 30 of The First Kind of Love
Every muscle in my body seizes, and I can feel my cock spit a sizable helping of pre-cum against the inside of my trunks.
How is she—? We’ve barely even done anything.
I’m breathless, my vision is splotchy, and my head’s ringing in a pleasure-pain throb that almost steals a moan from me. “Are you always this wet?” I ask, pulling a bit of the fabric aside so I can brush my fingers against her slick.
She shakes her head, and for a split moment, her meek side peeks through that dominant veil. “Only around you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I’ve made it, folks. I can die an accomplished man now.
I barely breach her inner ring of muscle before withdrawing my arm, lifting my fingers to my lips and tasting her on them. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever fucking tasted. I’m like a man starved, licking my skin clean, so unsatisfied that I don’t think I’ll be able to picture a universe where I’m not servicing her needs twenty-four-seven. I can smell the faintness of her musk, and a deluge of desire punctures a hole through the levee of my rationale.
Her ecstasy-laden tone nearly has me falling to my knees, that sweet, innocent tenor of hers firing an uncontrollable shudder through my body. “Fulton, please.”
I adjust the crotch of my trunks, but my dick’s so incredibly hard that it doesn’t alleviate any of the pressure. My tone’s more authoritative than I intend, and it comes out in a rolling growl with enough brass to jostle the walls. “No, Shi. You never have to beg. Ever. I’m the one who begs. Do you understand?”
When she nods stiffly, I clamber to my knees, grabbing the rest of her pooled swimsuit and yanking it down with enough force to undress her in one go. She’s completely bare—not that I wouldn’t explore the wilderness if she hadn’t shaved—and she sucks in her belly, drawing it away from the cradle of her protruding hipbones. It drives me crazy that her naked ass is pressed up against the window right now.
Even though the sun’s still out, it would be hard for anyone to see into our room given the height and positioning of the balcony, so the last thing I’m concerned about is garnering some unwanted attention.
“Can I taste you, Sunshine? Please? Please let me taste you. I’ll do anything you want. I’llgiveyou anything you want.”
I have no idea where that nickname came from, but I don’t apologize for letting it slip out.
Her gaze ping-pongs between me and the window. “What if someone sees?”
I never thought I was a possessive man…until Shiloh. Something guttural builds in the pit of my chest—something that doesn’t sound like me at all. “Are you worried for your sake or theirs?”
Her brows dent. “Why would I be worried for their sake?”
“Because I’ll kill them if they look.”
She sobers and laughs a little. “Hah, Fulton, that’s…”
I’m not a stranger to fights—thank you, hockey, for that very healing andnot-at-allunhealthy outlet. When my team needs me, I’ll always have their back. When my girl needs me, I’m good with slamming a perv’s head through the window if he so much asbreathesin her direction.
“I’m serious, Shi. It’s just you and me in here. I’ll never be okay with sharing you.”
“Then be selfish.God, be selfish with me.”
I can never resist Shiloh—it doesn’t matter what she asks of me. She needs help hiding a dead body? I’ll be her airtight alibi. She needs me to get her a passport and hair dye, no questions asked? I’m putting her on a private jet out of the country. But especially right now, as she pouts her lips and preens under my stare, I can’t say no to her.
All my previous anxiousness vanishes, giving leeway to the selfish appetite that coils in my abdomen like a viper. I clamp my hands into her curves to anchor myself, and I lick a thick stripe up her inner thigh, the smell of her arousal compounding the needy jerk of my cock. I prod the flesh with my teeth, tenderize it with ruthless sucks and nibbles, perfecting a hickey that I know she’ll see for days.
She quivers as a moan snags in her throat, her hand braiding itself through the front of my hair and pulling when I hit a sensitive spot. The force nearly unbalances me, but I don’t stop until there’s a sizeable bruise there.
“You tell me what you like, okay? And if you need me to stop, I’ll stop,” I assure her, coming undone at the seams the moment I delve my tongue inside her tight cunt, lapping up the excess that trickles past her swollen lips. I’m not completely sure what I’m doing, so I start with measured strokes, circling my tongue with just enough torque to make her back come off the window.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, and a consequential burn ripples along my scalp.
She tastes like heaven—like ambrosia so sweet that it could put even the strongest of gods in a coma. I familiarize myself with her inner walls, upholding a rhythmic cadence as I suck more of her cum into my mouth, and I have to smother a grin when I spur her hips to cant forward. She’s greedily clawing atme for more, fighting to stay coherent amidst a heady fog, her shallow pants and sexy moans mingling together and stroking more than just my ego.
Shiloh’s leg suddenly comes up to rest on my shoulder, providing me with the perfect angle to piston deeper, and that’s exactly what I do. I speed up each lash and flick of my tongue, stoking the rapidly growing fire inside her, this time venturing to crevices I haven’t eventouchedyet. Her ankle digs into my taut upper back, my cock weeps enough pre-cum to saturate my entire front, and the urge to release sucker punches me in my fucking gut.
Shiloh’s cunt squeezes roughly. “Oh, God. Yes, Fulton. Faster!”
