Page 116 of Kyle

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna ride me before or after?”

“Both.”

Goddamn perfect.

“Then come now, Anaya.”

I pinched her nipple and her clit, at the same time giving both a small twist. Her pussy spasmed and contracted and damn near took me with her. Before she was done coming, but needing her off my cock before I couldn’t give my girl what she wanted, I pulled out, flipped us over, then slammed her back down on my pulsing cock praying I could hold off.

“Ride me,” I demanded, and started moving her hips for her.

With her head bowed, a sheet of shiny brown hair covering her face, she started to rock and my hands went to her tits. Big, heavy, tipped with pretty rosy nipples that tasted even sweeter than they looked. I’d never taken myself for a boob man, but then I’d never seen a pair that were as spectacular as hers.

Anaya’s hands landed on my chest and her hips moved faster. I removed my hands from her breasts just so I could watch them bounce and sway.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking sexy, baby. You think you can give me one more?”

“No,” she groaned. “Your turn.”

Her gaze met mine, eyes on fire, neck and chest flushed with desire. Oh, yeah, she had one more in her and I wanted it. I wanted everything Anaya could give and then some.

I knifed up, wrapped my arms around her, trapping her tight, and whispered, “I want one more from you. Either you take it like this, Anaya, or I flip you over and I’ll take it. But either way, I’m not coming until I feel your wet, tight pussy suck me dry. Which is it gonna be?”

She didn’t answer. Instead she ground down into me and I had to grit my teeth. So I guess that was her answer—she was taking it.

“Fuck, Anaya.” I slid my hand into her hair, yanked it back putting space between us, and lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth. I was beyond being gentle, beyond thought, but lucky for me so was Anaya. I pulled my mouth off one nipple and bit and licked my way to the other side. “Out of control,” I mumbled against her chest. “You catch, and you’re not wild, you’re fucking uncontrollable. So fucking hot, so sexy, I’m trying everything I can not to blow. Everything’s perfect about you, Anaya. Everything. Can’t live without you.” Her pussy quivered and I couldn’t stop the groan. “Can’t ever live without you. Promise me you’ll never leave me, Anaya.”

“Promise,” she panted. “I’m…”

She didn’t finish. Her face went to my throat, her tongue tasted my skin, then she bit down.

“Fuck!” I roared. Unable to hold back, I slammed her down on my cock and held her still as my cock pulsed and my eyes rolled.

Connected.

“I can feel it,” she whispered.

“What can you feel, sweetheart?”

“My soul healing.”

I froze, every muscle seized, my blood heated.

Letting Anaya go had never been an option—I’d claimed her, she was mine. But there in our bed, my cock buried deep, me holding her close, and her holding me tighter, she’d irrevocably tied herself to me. There was no going back. Not now, not ever.

“That’s good, baby,” I whispered.

“Thank you, Kyle.”

I forced my body to relax and pulled her face out of my neck.

“Fearless. My girl is absolutely fearless.”

I got her soft lazy eyes, I got her smile, and I got her dimples.