Page 21 of Nut Grabber
When she draws her hips back and forth, she's wet and ready, and I take control of her hips, sliding into her hard and fast, groaning as I thrust upward to fill her up.
“Oh, yes.” Kym sighs and moans as she starts to ride me, moving so fast I think I'm going to lose my mind as she grinds at my base and whimpers each time. Moving my hands under her ass,I pickher up and slam her back down on me to increase that pressure for her. "Oh god, Hayes," she moans, grinding against me fiercely.
"Touch your clit while I fuck you good," I force out, thrusting up into her relentlessly. I’m so fucking close I can barely hold it in. But I need to her to come first.
Doing as I say, she lets out a long strangled moan, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I love the way she feels, slipping and sliding over me, her inner walls tighter with each thrust. Her moans are shaky, her rhythm uneven as she rides me harder and faster, her finger working between us.
"Fuck," she breathes, her teeth gritted as she rides me."I'm close, Hayes."
"Let go, baby," I murmur, keeping my thrusts steady. "Let go and come for me."
She whimpers, riding me as her muscles begin to clench and I reach up and pinch her nipple between my fingers. With a loud moan, she falls over the edge, coming hard around my cock. She rides out her orgasm until the pleasure dies down and then her hand shifts to balance against my chest as I'm thrusting into her fast once again.
“It feels so good when you come over my cock, trouble,” I grunt, fucking her hard as she leans back, her eyes wild and unfocused as she matches my rhythm. "That's it, baby." I thrust into her with everything I've got. "Take everything I have. It’s yours." I force my hips up one last time and she erupts, her release so hard and powerful I can feel her insides pulsing around my cock. Wrenching my head back, I roar as a white-hot electricity courses through me, causing my spine to tingle and my eyes to roll into the back of my head. “Fuuuuucccck!”
“Hayyyyyes!”
"Holy fucking shit, Kym," I gasp as she collapses on top of me.
She giggles as she rolls to the side and snuggles into me. "That was amazing," she whispers, and I lean in and kiss her deeply.
"Youare amazing," I utter, shifting my lips to press a kiss to her forehead before I hop out of bed and pull on my boxers.
"Running off already?"
"If going into the kitchen in search of something to feed you is running, then yes."
She laughs. "You're going to cook for me?"
"With the way I feel whenever I'm near you, you're gonna need to keep your strength up." I give her a wink as I snap the elastic waist of my boxers as it settles against my hips.
"I don't think I've ever had a man cook for me before—besides my brother, of course. But that doesn't count."
"Then you've been dating the wrong men—thank god for me," I say, pressing another kiss to the side of her head before I head into the kitchen and start searching her fridge for inspiration. I’m going to treat this woman so well, she’ll never want to leave me.
KYM
Iroll over into Hayes' warm body and gaze down at him. He looks so young and carefree when he's sleeping, like he never has a care in the world at all.
He stirs slightly, and I trace my finger along his jawline, watching his dark lashes brushing across his cheeks as he smiles. After a long moment, I lean over and press a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes flutter open, his sky blue and honey flecked irises focusing with a sharp intensity on me. I gasp quietly as a small quiver runs through me, something hot and tingly blooming in my belly. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of the hunger in this man’s eyes when he looks at me.
“Morning, trouble.” Hayes grins, stretching as he sits up and then reaches for me, dragging me under him, his lips tangling with mine in a deep, needy kiss. I smile against him, my body quickly melding to his.
He claims my mouth so thoroughly it's almost as if he is branding me. There’s an unmistakable awe and wonder in the way he wraps his hands around the back of my head and physically takes possession of me. Like he can't get enough of me. Or maybe I'm simply incapable of getting enough of him. Right now, in this moment, it doesn't really matter. There's a bond fostering between us that's becoming more powerful by the second.
"Do you know you're the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen?" he whispers huskily against my lips, his gaze hooded as he brushes back my unruly curls.
I feel heat rise in my cheeks, but I can't help but grin. "Stop it—"
"No—I'm serious, Kym. Most women don't have a single feature that actually turns me on. But every single inch of you… I can't look away."
I blush deeper and nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his cologne and letting his words wash over me, melting my insides and turning them all gooey. I want to protest and say something sarcastic that deflects his compliment, because I don’t feel that way about myself when I look in the mirror. But suddenly, I don't want to argue. I don’t want to prove him wrong. I just want to simply bask in Hayes' hot fucking body pressed against mine and let him say whatever the fuck he wants to say. I want to let him love me.
His hand trails down my rib cage, over the shape of my hipbone, coming to rest on my thigh.
"I really need to get up and get ready for my shift," he murmurs, the tips of his fingers teasing the skin just above my mound.
"You do," I gasp, arching up into him, urging his hand to travel lower. "But I suppose it'd be OK if you were a little late."
