Page 59 of The First Kind of Love
The sensation of him carving out my womb is becoming more and more unbearable. It’s like a deluge of histamine to the red swell of a mosquito bite, an urge to scratch knowing that doing so will only make the itchiness worse. The phantom feeling of my underwear in my mouth restricts me from freeing the mewl hedged in my chest, but with each coax of his punishing cock, my lips purse and open.
“That’s it. You can be as loud as you want now. Scream for me, Shi. Let everyone in Cabo know how good I make you feel. Let everyone know who owns this pussy,” Fulton drawls, reinforcing his words by teasing my G-spot with the head of his dick.
“It feels so good, Fulton!” I cry out, arching my back like a contented cat in a sunbeam, the decibel of my half moans and half screams vibrating through the walls and inundating the hallways of the hotel.
Sapped of energy, Fulton’s grip on my hips loosens, and the cadence of his strokes begin to turn sloppy. “Choke my cock like the good girl you are. I want you to remember every moment of me being inside you—the way I made your body burn, the way your greedy pussy squirted all over me. You’dthink she hasn’t had a good fuck in months with the way she’s gushing, poor thing.”
Even though my cunt’s sore and abused, a vengeful part of me refuses to let Fulton off the hook so easily, especially with all the taunting that’s stretched my patience cotton-candy thin. I know he’s close. I can feel his cock enlarging inside me.
I stop moving. “No, you’re not coming right now. Not until I say you can.”
A cross between a chuckle and a groan tumble out of him, all grit and bass and a bone-shaking rumble that instills me with a vestige of fear. “God, I love that dirty mouth of yours. You make me so hard when you’re in control.”
“If you love it so much, then be a good boy and fuck my pussy like you can’t live without it.”
He obeys me, but that doesn’t stop him from mangling my ass cheeks with his large hands. When he rolls his hips, I match him in movement and tempo, the slippery suction of my cunt and his cock opening the floodgates.
With a guttural moan, I come all over Fulton’s dick just in time for him to take off like a geyser and jet streams of spend inside the condom. It’s so abundant that it never seems to stop, and if there wasn’t a latex barrier, the force and the magnitude would probably have me leaking for days.
Exhausted, I collapse onto the mattress with his shaft slowly deflating inside me, and he in turn crumples on top of me, careful not to give me his full weight. His breath stirs the baby hairs on my neck, his sweaty skin is warm to the touch, and I can feel his heart punting against his chest so vigorously that my own ribs hurt.
“Was…was that okay?” he asks meekly. “You can be honest. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
His question gets me to turn onto my back and face him, post-orgasm tears clumping in the corners of my burning eyes. “That was incredible, Ful.You’reincredible.”
“I didn’t ruin it?”
I tuck a strand of rogue hair behind his ear. “Not at all. Did I?”
“Sunshine, the only thing you ruined for me was any other woman,” he reassures, holding me by my waist with a tenderness that’s been devoid this entire time. He marches his lips up my stomach with reverent kisses, cherishing me like I’m the only girl in the entire world.
Ironically, I think I’m even more fucked that I don’t totally despise that idea.
18
GROWING PAINS
FULTON
Something tickles the side of my cheek—a sheet-stripping kind of heat concentrated near the curve of my body. Peeling one eye open, I glance at the small figure curled into a ball next to me, and my belly fizzles with early-morning butterflies. Shiloh’s soft, silky hair is strewn over my bare chest, and the part of her mouth that’s visible from her position leaks with the tiniest bit of drool.
I haven’t slept this well since I accidentally consumed one-third of a melatonin bottle after mistaking them for fruit gummies. And her touch…her touch is the most comforting thing I’ve felt in a long time.
I know it’s creepy to stare at people while they sleep, but I can’t help it. I never thought this day would ever come. Shiloh Nguyen is sleeping next to me, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. This girl means everything to me, and no matter how many times I tell her, she’ll never know the true extent of it. If I passed away tomorrow in a freak accident by slipping on shower water and cracking my head open on the side of the bathroom counter, I’d die a happy man knowing I got to hold her in my arms.
She shifts a little and rolls around in the welter of covers—which subsequently sends some of her hair flying into my mouth—but I’m not about to wake her up.
Last night was unbelievable. I’m still not entirely convinced it was real. For the first time in my entire life, I feltwanted. Wanted for who I was, not for my connections or my fame or my fortune. It’s going to sound stupidly sappy, but everything was perfect. Our bodies justknewthey were made for each other. All the anxiety and the awkwardness that had been leeched to my side just…disappeared. I could be myself around Shiloh. She created a space where I felt safe enough to trust her with my heart, my soul, mybody. And for that, I’ll forever be grateful.
With an adorable noise and a stir, Shiloh awakens from the throes of sleep, blinking sluggishly before realizing that she’s left behind a pool of saliva on my chest. “Oh, God. I’m sorry,” she murmurs underneath her breath, hastily wiping up the drool with the heel of her palm.
I don’t say anything—and no, it’s not because I’m still half-asleep. I feel a smile dance across my lips at the blush sprawling over her cheeks like a California sunrise, her weighted touch fanning the flames of adoration licking up my sternum.
“Don’t apologize,” I tell her.
She opens her mouth to say something, then her nose scrunches and she holds her hand up for a quick breath test. “Oh, wow. That’s…rank. Let me brush my teeth.”
My hockey reflexes come in clutch because I grab her arm before she can beeline for the bathroom. Without so much as a word, I nudge my nose against hers, lightly brushing our lips together to show her how insignificant a little morning breath is. She smells fantastic, like she always does.
