Page 72 of Kylo
“Good. Now. Where’s my cheesecake?” she asked, making a laugh escape me.
“You still have room?” I asked, looking around at our empty plates.
“For cheesecake? Always.”
“Then you will have cheesecake,” I said, gathering the plates, putting them back on the tray, leaving that in the elevator before sending it down, then calling in the order.
When I came back, though, Rue grabbed my wrist before I could sit down on the other couch.
I knew I needed to pull away, to put some space between us, to give her less to regret later.
But when she pulled, I was fucking helpless but to drop down next to her.
And when she mustered her confidence to move to straddle me, her soft lips landing on mine, there was no way to stop myself from wrapping my arms around her, from deepening the kiss, from getting as lost in the moment as she was.
I’d go to hell for it, but I reached to remove her sash, then pressed the robe open until it fell down around her, leaving her breathtakingly naked again.
A growling sound escaped me that had her pupils blowing wide and her hips doing a little involuntary wiggle against my steadily stiffening cock.
She reached down between us, impatiently yanking the towel out of the way so she could rock her bare, wet pussy against me without the barrier.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead pressing to her shoulder.
“Please,” she begged softly, her fingers in my hair as she rocked against me.
I couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely.
Or, at least, that was what I was telling myself as I reached toward the coffee table for my wallet, finding the condom inside, then sliding it on.
Her brows furrowed as I reached to push her off my lap, though.
“Just turning you,” I assured her, pulling her back to straddle me, but with her back to my chest. “Now ride me,” I demanded.
On a little mewling sound, she reached down for my cock, guided it, then shifted until she slid down on it.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight pussy closed around me, pulling me in deep.
“Oh,” Rue cried, the new position engaging her G-spot.
I pressed a kiss to her neck as my hand slid between her thighs to work her clit as she started to move, finding the pace she liked, then doubling down on it as her moans filled the room, as her thighs shook, as her pussy got tighter and tighter as she got closer and closer.
The orgasm ripped through her, catching her off guard, making her let out a choked gasp as she spasmed around my cock over and over.
I wasn’t done with her, though.
If this was going to be the last time, I was going to make the most of it.
I shifted up, moving her onto all fours, her hands on the arm of the couch, moved behind her, then slammed deep inside her again.
She let out a ragged moan that it wasn’t too hard, that she liked it when I was on the brink of losing control with her.
I gathered her hair, twisting it around my fist, then grabbed her hip, using it to slam her back into me as I thrust forward. Not that she needed me to do it, she was rocking back into everythrust, her moans filling the suite, her breathing getting fast and ragged.
I nearly came with her as she cried out and sagged forward, making my hand pull her hair harder as she tightened around me over and over.
But I wasn’t done.
Not yet.
