Page 63 of Sweet Girl
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I grab my dick, slide between her luscious thighs, and poise the tip at her wet entrance. I think about our first time together, Kylah’s first time, and how I just slammed home, without taking my time. With slow and controlled movements, I push my cock inside her dewy folds just inch and then I stop.
The suction of her tight pussy engulfs me in flames from her radiating heat. Pulling the tip back out, she sucks in a breath of air, which this time doesn’t seem to include any pain. Hopefully only pleasure.
I sink back in, this time to the hilt, undulating my hips, gyrating them so my pelvis hits her clit each time our bodies meet. I’m zero to sixty in less than two seconds, my balls drawing tight, ready to launch any minute.
“Fuck...you feel so good.”
My strained voice is drowned out by the sounds of a jiggling door handle.
We both stop – neither of us breathing – our eyes locked in wide-open terror. We search one another in silent question. Fear of being found out. The thrill of being caught fucking.
“Ky? Are you in there?”
Shit. It’s her sister.
I watch in fascination as Kylah’s face contorts from worry to amusement, her eyebrows shooting up, a small grin appearing on her mouth. I can’t help myself, I bend down and kiss the corner of her mouth, before capturing her lips in a hard kiss, at the same time slowly gliding in and out of her.
The knock on the door stops my progress once again. Now I’m growing impatient.
“Does she know?” I whisper. Kylah nods her head once.
“Go away, Kady. She’s busy.”
Kylah throws her hand over her mouth, hiding the wide grin and amused expression.
We can hear her sister on the other side of the door bark out a laugh.
“I’m sure she is, Van...but tell her that Cade is looking for her. And he’ll be up here soon if you don’t hurry it up.” She pauses as I keep my eye on Kylah. There is nothing worse for a guy than being cock-blocked in the middle of blowing a nut. I did not want to suffer through blue balls all night, but if I had to stop, I would.
“I’ll do my best to keep him distracted for a bit...might give you another fifteen minutes or so. But be quick about it...”
There’s a few moments of silence and we hear Kady’s retreating footsteps, as our collective sighs echo in the room. I could laugh at the circumstances, but when I feel Ky’s grip tighten on my ass and the hip jerk she gives me, my attention resumes to her naked body underneath me.
My cock, which deflated slightly at the interruption, roars back to life with a vengeance and a desire to continue where it left off. I yield to Kylah, who pushes me over so she’s straddling me. My palms grasp her hips, giving her some instruction, but otherwise, I let her have free reign.
“I heard this position is...um, good for the girl.” A classic statistical comment from my scientific girl. She projects her pelvis forward, hitting a spot that seems to do the trick. “Oh my God, yeah...now I see why.”
“You just needed empirical proof, huh?” I laugh.
Her breasts jiggle in front of my face as she bounces and sways on my dick, and I can’t help but reach up and latch on with my hands and mouth. She looks so sexy on top of me, moving with the intention of getting us both off. I’m pretty close already, but I want her to come again, too.
I reach for her wrist and bring her fingers to her pussy, her eyes popping wide to look down where we’re joined. She doesn’t say a word, just lets me guide her fingers through her folds, stroking her clit with every pass through. She mewls every time we hit the right spot.
Kylah’s movements become hurried, jerky; until she’s twerking against me, her hand working at her clit in lightning speed.
“I’m getting...close.” She purrs softly. And fuck yeah, so am I.
I grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart hard, as she cries out. It thrills me to know that my fingers and thumbs will probably leave bruises. Her ass hits my thighs each time she comes down on my dick, and I begin to push my own hips upward in quick, successive thrusts.
And then I feel it. Her inner muscles tighten up as she spasms around me, choking my dick like a vice. Two more thrusts and I’m shooting my load inside her, filling her up as I grunt out my release.
Kylah allows her torso to fall down across my chest, both of us heaving in breaths of air, panting from the workout we just gave each other. I can feel the remnants of my release dripping out of her, and although it kills me to move, I know we have to get cleaned up so we can rejoin the party.
“Van, will you stay with me tonight?” She asks tremulously, pressing herself up with her hands on my chest. My dick, which is still inside her, twitches at the thought of sleeping with Kylah in her bed, waking to find her naked and warm, rolling her over so I can fuck her again.
I move her to the side, pulling out, instantly feeling the loss of her heat all the way to my toes. Propping myself up on my elbow to face her, I glide my fingers over her hip bone, reveling in the goosebumps I leave behind.
“What about Cade?” I ask because that’s the only reason that would deter me from staying the night. With her mom gone, she and Kady have the house to themselves.
Kylah bites her lip and smiles coyly. “He said he was spending the night at Ainsley’s. She has to be home for her sister.”
“Okay.” I agree, because why wouldn’t I want to wake up in the same bed as Kylah? “That sounds like a great way to start off my New Year...with you.”
