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Liquid fire dances through my core. Tears spring from my eyes.
I come.
He grunts.
I keep coming, my body shuddering.
Sebastian keeps grunting, his body shaking.
Inside me I feel him growing impossibly thicker, bigger, taking more of me, each stroke burning my pussy.
I dig my nails into his back. Urge him on. Beg him.
“Keep fucking me. Mmm. Mmm…yes, yes, yes…”
He growls. And comes. Flooding me with everything he is.
• • •
Three days later…
“We have to stop this,” I tell Kyree in a breathy whisper. The roping of muscle in his biceps, thick and hard, as he hovers over me with his now semi-erect dick still inside of me. I reach up and trace his sweaty cheekbone with my thumb. He stares at me, searching my face for contradictions. There are so many. My guilt is eating away at me. However, not enough to keep me home. Once again, Kyree and I are at a sleazy motel three towns away—sneakily, catching our breaths from a round of sweet, sweaty fucking.
He grins down at me, slowly circling his hips, stirring his dick inside of my juices.
Somewhere stuck in my muddled thoughts is the possibility of his nut-filled condom slipping off his dick inside me; his little white-creamed soldiers swimming their way to the center of everything I am. I already feel like I’ve given him more than I should.
Yet, he keeps taking more of me.
And I keep letting him.
Screwing him is one thing. Getting pregnant by him is a whole other level of betrayal. But I don’t express my concern about the chances of his condom slipping off inside of me. I’m not ready for him or his cock to vacate the warmth and wetness.
A long moment passes, his hips still slowly winding into me. He kisses the arch of my brow, then asks, “Why? Don’t you like how I make you feel?” He kisses me on the lips. “I know I do. I love the way you feel on my dick. Don’t you?”
I swallow. “Yes, yes. Of course I do.” Oh, God, how I love this dick. “A little too much.”
Sex with Sebastian is good. No, more than good. It’s great.
But, but…ohgod, but…
Sex with Kyree is…breathtaking. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I am not myself. It’s like I’m possessed. I become this wild sexual beast with him, sinking my teeth into his flesh, clawing at his back, clutching the sheets, bucking and growling. He pulls this out of me. Fucks it out of me. Reaches into the core of who I thought I am—who I thought I was—and turns me into this sex-crazed being.
I knew I’d never be the same the first night I gave in to his advances and snuck him into the large shed out in my backyard late in the night—like close to two in the morning, when I thought Jacob was knocked out—and fucked him bent over Sebastian’s work bench.
Kyree tore through my wet pussy, ravishing it with his mouth, his tongue, his cock. Heat blasted through me when the tip of his dick eased into me. He inched it in and out at a sweetly tormenting pace, pushing deeper and deeper until I was reaching in back of me—craning my neck, cursing him under my breath, while grabbing him by the thighs, pulling him in, clamping my muscles around his cock. The minute he nudged my cervix I cried out. Thankful for having the thunder and heavy rain to drown out my wails of pleasure.
I loved the way his curved dick scraped against my walls with each twist and thrust of his hips. I’d never experienced a curved dick before. Until Kyree. Ooh, it was sooo good. Hell, it still is. But, that first night I experienced it…my God. My thighs quivered. My stomach clenched. And then I felt his dick swell even more just as he pulled out, then slammed deep.
I watched him over my shoulder as I held open my ass cheeks for him—per his request, his chiseled face painted with pleasure as he spat on his middle finger. I had no idea what he was going to do with that finger until I saw droplets of spit descend from his lips and splatter onto my asshole.
My body stiffened. But he coaxed me to relax and whispered sweet nothings, daring me to let go and give in. And then he was pushing the tip of that long middle finger in my ass, while slow stroking my pussy. Slowly, push, push, push. Then out. Push, push, push. Then back out again. More spit. Then push, push, push. Then out again. More spit. Then push, push, push. He did that several more times—with his dick stoking the fires inside me—until I opened around his probing digit, and felt flames roaring up my spine.
I’d never had a finger in my ass. Not even a tongue lap there. Ever.
Not until that night.
And there I was slumped over, one knee up on Sebastian’s work bench for support, my ass up and pulled open wide with a finger pumping in and out of it, while Kyree matched each finger thrust with the stroke of his dick. Pumping, pumping, pumping…stroking, stroking, stroking—a blanket of pleasure rolled over me. I was tumbling over into the maelstrom of an orgasm like no other climax I’d ever experienced.
