A ribbon of condoms floated over her head as he sat up, and he ripped open the top one and slapped it over himself. “Say yes again.Say it.”
“Yes,”she said, wiggling to move down as if that would help.“Green. Yes.”
He grabbed her knee with one hand and crammed her leg up against her stomach, holding her open.
The vulnerability scared her like he was holding a knife to her stomach, but he crawled backward and pressed his mouth to her again, his wet tongue circling her clit and then penetrating her.
Her whole body came off the couch, reaching for that orgasm that he was withholding and they both knew it, and then he did it again.
Kingston crawled up her and held himself while his body pressed her leg against her stomach, and he began to push into her.
She’dknown.She’d had his thick and long erection in her mouth and throat, and she’d run her hands up and down it, and yet she squirmed as he slowly pumped into her, filling and stretching her until she thought he was going to tear her in half, and yet there wasmoreof him.
He kept going, withdrawing and invading, filling her harder and deeper with himself as she whimpered, squirmed, trying to reach for the orgasm she was hanging over the precipice of, and yet there wasmoreof him.
And then hefinallypressed his hips against her, the ache of fullness and need consuming her.
“Fuck, yes,” he ground out, throwing her dress to the floor and freeing her hands. He braced himself on his elbows around her head and moved inside her, friction inside and against her clit. “Take it all. Good girl.Take it all.”
She was a butterfly pinned to a board, helpless but to writhe as he took her.
Every stroke was a higher shove, the intensity crushing her as he moved in her, and then with a few rough shoves against her, the pressure detonated. The wave of pleasure charged up her spine to her head, and she bucked as he stroked into her, each pulse grabbing her and tossing herhigher, againandanother one,another crest of ecstasy under she was exploding and throbbing with each deep thrust and she wasgonein the void.
His arms were around her, holding her, keeping her from dying, she thought.
Holding her climax at bay for so long had nearly destroyed her, and she wanted him to do thatagain.
“You’re okay,” he told her.
“Oh, God. Yeah, I’mbetterthan okay,” she gasped, sucking air into her lungs because she’d forgotten how to breathe.“Wow.”
“Good.”
His low tone didn’t suggest exhaustion. Indeed, it sounded more like a confirmation.
“Did you—?” she asked.
“No. I’m just getting started.”
22
Dragon
KINGSTON MOORE
Kingston pulled out of her with a smooth stroke and picked her body up, flipping her over and draping her limp form on the back of the couch.
Her pretty ass was bare to him, teardrops of soft feminine flesh that yielded when he grabbed her hips.
Fuck, he loved a pretty ass. He’d been watching Nicole’s backside all night, when she’d bent over to put her backpack in the back seat of his car, when she’d walked ahead of him. He was wound up like an engine in the red zone by her smooth, plush hourglass outline and the cling of her silky skirt to her skin.
A gasp like “Oh!” escaped her lips as he watched how his hands grabbed her hips.
He leaned over her shoulder, staring at her. “Say it again.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, closing her eyes. “Green.”
The way she surrendered to him was the hottest fucking thing. He was a monster, and she, the sacrifice.
