Page 46 of Kissing Kayley
He softly chuckled, sounding dark and downright evil. “Is my girl horny?”
“Fuck, yes!”
He blew another hot breath across my clit. I’m not completely bare down there but I keep it well landscaped with just a little short hair to prevent uncomfortably rubbing against my panties all day long.
“Would you like to negotiate a trade, baby?” he asked.
At this point I’d be willing to sign over non-existent children if he’d just make me orgasm. “What trade?”
He nudged my thighs wider apart. “Want to try the butt plug while I go down on you?”
My breath hitched, my first instinct being to refuse.
Except…
“Okay,” I said. “If you’re going to make me come.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’ll make you beg to quit coming by the time I’m done with you.”
I felt him sit up, then he brushed a kiss across my mouth. “Don’t move.”
I felt him climb out of bed.
“Ha, ha.”
I heard him retrieve supplies from the armoire, then something from the bathroom. In short order he wedged a towel under me and I nervously swallowed as I heard him pull on a pair of nitrile gloves.
“Sayredat any time.” Now his voice sounded serious, not sexy. “Oryellowif you need me to slow down. If I ask for a color and you’re okay, saygreen. Understand?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Green.”
Another chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
Okay, another thing I noticed, the more he said that—my girl, orgood girl, any variation of that—the more I liked it. It didn’t come off as condescending. It felt… loving. Protective.
“Bend your knees and spread wider,” he said.
Nervously, I did. Still, I flinched when I felt his gloved finger touch my rim.
“I’ll go slow. I promise. And I’ll use plenty of lube.”
I tried to relax as his finger slowly breached me. But it completely caught me off-guard when he lowered his mouth to my pussy and began teasing my clit with his tongue.
“Oh!” I quickly forgot about his finger as he distracted me, slow licks and light flicks with his tongue that made me throb and whine but not nearly enough to get me over.
Before I realized it, he was slowly finger-fucking me. “Good girl,” he softly cooed.
The finger disappeared—along with his mouth—making me whine. But he soon returned with two, and this was… more. Uncomfortable, not exactly what I’d imagined.
Until he went down on me again.
This time he gently sucked my clit between his lips, more teasing, until I realized he was knuckle-deep inside me with two fingers and easily banging my ass with them.
Holy… cow!
“I think that’s good,” he said, his hands disappearing again.
Cue more whining from me, because… yeah.
