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She moves more, and I can tell it’s getting her off. It’s enough to take the edge off, watching her come undone in my lap without actually being inside of her. For a moment, anyway.
Her hands move to my shoulders to help herself balance. Her hips continue to swivel as she lifts herself up and down, finding the right amount of pressure. Each move making my cock harder. She lifts a little more until the tip dips inside of her. Kyra stills, her eyes on mine as she slowly lowers herself on my cock.
“It’s too much.” She hesitates.
I glance down to see she’s only about halfway down. “You’re doing so good, princess.” I lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Take your time. You can take me, every inch.”
“Ares.” She whimpers before she drops down a little more and we both moan. “Touch me.”
“Where?” I groan.
“Anywhere,” she pleads.
I reach down to where we’re connected. My fingers trail down until I can press and circle her clit. Her pussy clenches around me before she drops down the rest of the way.
“Fuck.” I groan at the feeling of her wrapped around me. She’s so fucking tight.
She leans back slightly and moans. She rises to her knees and then lowers herself. Again. And again. Most of the time, she’s not even coming all the way down.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her down on me, thrusting partially up to meet her halfway. “You feel amazing. Look how well you’re taking my cock, princess.”
“It’s too much.” She moans out. “I feel dizzy.”
I stand up, taking her with me without removing my cock from her. It’s found its permanent home and I’ll be damned if I don’t find a way to be in her as often as possible. I move to reposition us so her back is resting on the couch. My hand moves to her thigh to raise it up a little and move.
“Fuck. Too much.” Her back arches.
“Do you want me to pull out?” I groan. It’s not what I want to do.
“No. I need—” she bites down on my shoulder. Kyra pulls back. “I don’t know what I need. But please. Don’t pull out.”
I inwardly chuckle. “That’s my girl.” I pull back slightly and thrust in. My movements are slow and steady. “You’re doing so good, princess.”
“Right. There.” She mewls beneath me. “Oh. God. Fuck.”
I hold out until she clenches down on me, then I can’t hold back any longer and I find my release. The only problem? I’m not ready to stop.
Chapter Seventeen
KYRA
Is it possible to bruise your vagina? I feel like I should be holding an ice pack down there. I can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe I’m not a virgin anymore. Holy shit, I lost my virginity to my stepbrother. The warm water rushes over me and I hope it relaxes these muscles. I’ve been tense since I got back to the house.
I don’t know if I was afraid I’d have this“Hi, I just had sex”look on my face or what. Nobody said a thing. It was late in the evening. Everyone was going about their studies or had their own thing going on.
I move my fingers between my legs, and it feels like he’s still leaking out of me. We were so caught up in the moment; I wasn’t thinking clearly. It’s a good thing I’m on birth control. Do they even make condoms large enough for him? Surely, they do. I mean, can he just get them where regular condoms are sold? It can’t be a special order thing.
The mental image of a condom his size comes to mind and all I can think of are those obnoxiously long balloons made for balloon animals.
Once I’m washed and a little more relaxed, I dry off and throw on some of my coziest pajamas and fuzzy socks. The kitchen is quiet downstairs as I fill up my large tumbler with ice water.
“Order for Kyra.” Beth walks into the kitchen. “Some guy was standing out there. It’s already paid for.” She passes me the take-out container and shrugs.
I sit it down on the counter and open it up to see a pile of sweet potato fries and a container marked JR for jalapeño ranch. My phone buzzes in my hand and I open up my messages.
Ares: You should’ve received a delivery. It notified me on the app. I figured a late-night snack would help while you try and ignore me.
Ares: You don’t have to say anything. I just want to take care of you.
