“Put that ass right here, Firecracker,” he growls.
And suddenly, I move—hurriedly.
“There she is,” he growls, his big hands on my inner thighs as he spreads me wide and brings me down to his mouth.
I’m so stunned I can only moan as he licks into me.
Then he slaps my ass and rumbles, and I remember my part.
I grin as I lower my head and swallow his cock, moving my hips in time with his tongue—and this has to be the most erotic experience of my life.
I feel his fingers fill me and his tongue latches onto my clit. I moan around my mouthful of dick and let go because—holy fuck, I’m coming.
Kai doesn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunts.
He sits up and lifts me up by my pussy, moving me so I’m straddling his hips.
With one push he’s impaling me on his cock, filling me up so good—and one orgasm becomes two.
His movements become jerky, erratic—then he roars as his pleasure spills into me, running down my thighs.
Afterward, he cleans both of us again with another damp hand towel.
The gesture shouldn't affect me this much.
Not the second time around.
But it does.
Because it's sweet.
Thoughtful.
Intimate in a way I wasn't expecting.
My chest feels funny as I watch him move around my room like he belongs here.
Like this isn't strange.
Like we haven't just crossed a line neither of us can uncross.
And suddenly all the happy little butterflies I'd been floating on start colliding with reality.
What does this mean now?
For us. For the fundraiser.
I just don’t know and that’s so not good.
Nineteen
Mary
The question crashes into me out of nowhere.
Because this isn't some random hookup.
