Page 851 of One More Kiss

Needy.

Greedy.

A growl rumbles through my throat, matching his grunts.He rubs himself on me, his cock pressing against my length. Our souls combust with passion. Swarming, melting into each other. Our bodies fit perfectly, molding into each other.

I push him hard against the elevator wall. Holding his ass in my palms, I hoist him up.

Oak immediately loops his legs around me and over my hips, chest heaving, a vein pulsing on his neck.

He sucks on my lower lip, then my upper lip, his hands tugging my face closer. He kisses me hard and mad and all-consuming. I reciprocate because it’s everything.

Soul searching.

Mind-bending.

Nirvana.

If this is how a kiss is turning out, I imagine we’ll burn the sheets, literally.

The elevator door dings open, letting me know we’ve reached our floor. I carry him out into the quiet hallway, our mouths still fused, still exploring, tongues still fucking.

I remove the key card with one hand and open the door.A feat.

The door shuts on its own, and I carry him all the way to the massive bed in the room. I gently set him down and pull back. Hard panting fills the silent night. Our chests rise and fall.

My gaze skates across his frame. “Remove your clothes and keep them on the side, then I want you to lie down in the center of the bed, legs spread wide,” I instruct and watch him, a challenge clear in my eyes.

He doesn’t disappoint me. He follows my directives to a tee.

One by one, I discard every stitch of fabric donning my body, until I’m buck-ass-naked like him. I pull the lube packet from my wallet and douse it on my shaft, spreading it, getting myself ready for him. As he lies down on the bed, I work my cock on him.

Quickly, I crawl between his legs and swipe my tongue over the crease of his ass and watch his body jerks awaken, shuddering, his thighs clenching in my hands.

My heart beats wild. A shiver makes its way down my spine, tension winding down my torso.

Oak whimpers, his hips bucking up, back arching, and my tongue teases his hole. Again, and again, and again. He grips the sheet into his fist, jaw clenching, working. “Please, oh please. I need... Oh, god!” He thrashes his head from side to side, eyes clenched shut, groans and moans filling the still space.

I’m pulled to him. Into his cries, his pleading. His need.

Chills streak down my spine, my cool flesh heating with wants.

His hips rise, inviting.

A promise.

A grant.

With shaking hands, I take his shaft into my mouth. He gasps in shock, his eyes flying open. Precum assaults my taste buds, and I lick his crown, then move down to the base of length.

I bob my head, working his dick, sucking him.

Harder. Faster.

Desire goes rushing through me, my core quivering with anticipation.

My need to own his pleasure tramples everything in its wake.

My nostrils flare when his fingers slip into my hair, fisting, yanking, wringing.

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