Page 128 of The Chaos She Brings
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, a little strain to his voice.
There’s no need for it though.
I have no fear. Not of him.
There’s just need.
“I’m sure,” I reply, my tone even. “I trust you, Kai.”
He stands back up, his thick cock on display and I lick my lips in anticipation. He’s resting his weight onto his left side.
“Keep looking at me like that and this won’t last five seconds,” Kai teases, smirking at the flush heating my cheeks.
He moves towards me, his movements slow and unhurried, before he (carefully) settles next to me, so our arms are brushing. Heat singes my skin at the barest of touch.
His hand cups my cheek as he takes my mouth with his. He moves to roll me beneath him then pauses, banging his head against the headboard in frustration. “Stupid fucking leg,” he mutters, shaking his head.
I crawl over him, strangling his thighs with mine and cupping his jaw with my palms, pulling him towards me into a desperate kiss. His hands come up to my waist, dragging me impossibly closer. His cock nudges against me, teasing, sending shivers up my spine. I arch, desperate for more friction, for the ache to be satisfied.
“Fuck, Tess,” Kai groans, his lips leaving mine to trail down my collarbone. I lean back in his arms, giving him space to latch onto my breast. His tongue darts out to lick my nipple then he grazes the hard bud with his teeth. A strangled cry leaves my throat as he pulls away.
“Look at you,” he growls, thrusting his hips upwards so his cock slides between my thighs, the tip hitting my clit. “So fucking pretty, all flushed and needy for me.” He trails his hand up my side and runs his thumb over the blush that’s covering the skin over my chest.
“Lift up.”
He guides me until I’m hovering over him, then positions his cock until it’s notched at my entrance.
“Still okay?” he asks, and I growl deep in my throat.
“I said not to treat me differently.”
He laughs. “You sound like a kitten.”
Before I can berate him, he gasps my hips, pulling me down onto him.
I sink down slowly, revelling in each delicious inch, feeling each barbel of his piercing, as he stretches me until I’m impossibly full.
My breath catches in my throat once he’s fully settled inside me.
He doesn’t move, neither do I.
“Still with me?” he asks, a moment of vulnerability.
I nod, lifting my hips up then sliding back down.
“God, you feel like heaven,” Kai groans, burying his face in my neck as he starts thrusting his hips upwards.
My hips move in time with his, both of us getting lost to the pleasure. The sound of wet skin slapping skin echoes through the room.
My legs ache from the effort of essentially squatting on Kai’s dick, but there’s not many positions you can choose from when the guy has a broken leg.
“When do you think you’ll be able to walk properly without the boot?” I ask, then choke out a moan as he hits a certain spot inside me.
Kai’s hands grip my hips painfully tight as he slams me down, again and again, onto him. “I’m not doing a—”thrust“—good enough—”thrust“—job—”thrust“—if you’re thinking about that, Hurricane.”
“Oh fuck,” I moan as his fingers find my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head and all thoughts leave my brain.
Sweat slicks my skin, my tits bouncing heavily with each slapof his hips against me. The pressure inside me builds until it’s too much, pleasure bursts through me, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. My legs shake, and I collapse onto Kai who wraps his arms around my back and continues fucking me through it.
