Page 43 of Galata and Nutmeg


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Kaan lets my nipple drop from between his lips and flashes me the dirtiest smile I’ve ever seen, before moving slowly down my body. Everywhere his fingers brush, fire erupts over my skin. His mouth skims my belly, nipping lightly, worshipping every curve, leaving no part of my skin unexplored by his mouth or his tongue or his fingers, until his face hovers over my soaking panties. I move my hips slowly, all too aware that the scent of my desire, musky and tantalizing, envelopes us both. Taking hold of the delicate lace of my panties, Kaan rips them off me, spreading my legs before settling down between them.

I hold my breath waiting for him to touch me, my sex already throbbing. I spread my legs even wider, wanting to feel his tongue on me… in me… tasting me as he explores my wet folds.

“Oh my God, Nutmeg. Do you know how beautiful you look right now, your wet, pink pussy on display for me?”

My hips undulate of the own accord, impatient for him to fill me, and I babble something incoherent in reply.

“I’m going to taste you now.”

Kaan’s mouth falls on my skin once more, his tongue skimming along my inner thigh, his teeth nipping, biting, and sucking. He is hungry, domineering and I moan loudly as his mouth takes ownership of me, his tongue alternates pressure on my clit until I’m dizzy from the motion. “Fuck me, Pretty Boy.”

He grins at me now from between my thighs, his mouth glistening with the arousal of my cream on his lips and chin. “Not so fast, babe. I want to hear you scream as I eat you.”

He bites my inner thigh again before inserting his fingers into me, one, two, three. My vagina stretches with each thrust and contracts around his knuckles like a vice, his tongue teasing me with languishing strokes along my slit. Kaan feasts on me, his lips latching onto my sweet spot, the ripples of desire now well and truly in control. His fingers continue to seek my bliss. I gyrate into his face, moaning in pleasure as his tongue swirls with precision and his fingers delve deeper than ever before. Tremors whoosh through my body as I race closer and closer to the pinnacle.

I crest now into that moment of sheer bliss as I reach the plateau, but instead of falling over the other side, his tongue and fingers draw out my orgasm for longer than I thought ever possible. I’m coming so hard that my thighs latch on either side of his head, and I grind against him, thrusting against his fingers, his tongue… needing, wanting, desperate for all that he will give me. I moan his name over and over, begging for him to fuck me.

He sucks at me relentlessly and the waves of pleasure keeping crashing over me, never subsiding, never letting go of me, until I hear the distinct crackle of a condom wrapper.

Yes!

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I’m in no fit state to answer him and throw my head back groaning as I drive against his fingers, the spasms in my sex increasing in sheer ecstasy. He bites me again, “Tell me!”

I scream out the words that I already knows to be true. “I’m yours.”

With that admission Kaan positions himself over me and plunges his cock inside, stretching me to contain his size; a delicious bite of pain that adds to my pleasure. He thrusts in and out, slow at first, then faster. His hands run down my side grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to him as he strikes the deepest part of me. It’s like he knows what I need from him without me having to say the words.

He clamps his lips to mine, our tongues dancing as he thrusts in and out, slow at first, then faster. My nails dig into his skin with every deep thrust, and I moan into his mouth as the pleasure crescendos, my whole-body convulsing as I hurtle towards my bliss again.

With one last groan, Kaan comes and collapses on top of me, our bodies melded perfectly together, with no seeming beginning and end.

And as I lay there, basking in my orgasm afterglow, I know this much with certainty: I am completely at Kaan’s mercy.

And I love it.

Every fucking moment of it.

ChapterEleven

I Shagged a Rock Star

SPOTTED:

We see you, Kaan!

It looks like Kaan is not one to shy away from the spotlight, especially when it comes to his love life. The former Seven of Crows member was recently spotted sneaking around a market in Pimlico, not far from the supposed home of his new f*ck-buddy, the infamous blogger and influencer, Meg Martin.

With this latest development, it seems like the rumours about Kaan and Miz Martin might actually be true. And if that’s the case, we can expect to see a lot more of Kaan on Miz Martin’s social media, and not just those long legs of his.

I’m Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-sense.

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