“You don’t want to play that game,” I warn, moaning as my fingers circle my swollen clit.
“Push your fingers inside yourself, baby.” His eyes are flooded with desire. “I want to see you touching yourself.”
I slip my fingers inside my drenched pussy, but it’s not enough. I need his cock filling me up.
“Fuck. That’s hot.”
“Kai, please.”
He leans over me, continuing to stroke his cock. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me!” I yell, frustration getting the better of me.
“How badly do you want my cock?”
I sit up, sliding my body to the edge of the table, and grab hold of his hips, tugging him toward me. His eyes are pitch-black as he stares at me. I grip his cock, and he jerks in my hand. I pump him quickly, rubbing my thumb over his crown, soaking up the precum beading there. “Badly.” I guide his cock to my entrance, and he slams his hands into my chest, pushing me back down on the table.
He pins my knees to my chest, parting my folds and playing with my over-sensitized clit.
“Kai. Please, baby. Please. I need you inside me.” I am not above begging. Tears prick my eyes, and he finally takes pity on me, slamming into me in one fast, hard thrust.
I scream, closing my eyes and pivoting my hips up as he slams into me over and over.
Yesss.
This is exactly what I need to release all these crazy pent-up emotions.
I’m grateful this room is soundproofed because the sounds ripping from my mouth are bordering on inhumane.
Kai leans over, continuing to fuck me without mercy, claiming my lips in a searing-hot kiss. Our tongues battle, and he bites down on my lip, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to sting. My body floods with heat, and I hug his cock tightly with my inner walls, grabbing hold of his ass and digging my nails into his taut butt cheeks. I don’t touch his back, as he’s still got a bandage strapped around his ribs, and I know he’s in pain, because he’s holding his body stiffly and sweat is pumping out of him.
He wraps one hand around my neck, applying just the right amount of pressure. Not enough to leave a mark but enough to send adrenaline coursing through my body at the implied threat. My eyes roll back in my head as my orgasm peaks and I come, screaming out his name as I feel him releasing inside me.
He didn’t use a condom.
But there’s no need to anymore.
The second that thought flits through my mind, a sob bursts free of my mouth. I’m not fast enough to smother it and he goes rigidly still. Then I’m lifted into his arms, and he’s cradling me to his injured chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I was too rough.”
I shake my head, forcing the tears to subside. “No.” I press a fierce kiss to his lips. “You were perfect.” I gently cup his face, completely at odds with the way we just attacked one another. “It’s not that.” I peer into his eyes, silently communicating what’s on my mind because I can’t voice those words.
“Firecracker.” He winds his hands loosely through my hair. “I fucking love you so much.” He kisses me with infinite tenderness, and it has the power to unravel me, rendering me into a mushy pile on the floor.
“I love you too.” I press my forehead to his and our joint ragged breathing echoes around the room.
“I’m sorry,” we both blurt at the same time, and then we smile. I love how in sync we are. How much we just get one another. I’ve never had this connection with anyone else.
I rest my head carefully on his chest, circling my arms around his waist. “Am I hurting you?” I whisper.
“Never,” he whispers back, running a hand up and down my back.
We stay locked in our embrace for a while, before fixing ourselves up and putting our clothes back on.
Kai drops onto a chair and I curl myself around him, situated in his lap. “Today was fucking hell,” he admits, kissing my temple. “I only found out at the last minute, and I tried to warn you, but your cell was off.”
“It’s okay. I know you would have if you could.” I cup his handsome face. “I fucking hate her. I want to rip her apart with my bare hands. Gouge her eyes out so she can’t give you those pathetic googly eyes and rip out her tongue so that incessantly annoying giggle dies an instant death.”
“She’s a stage five clinger,” he agrees, his face contorting as he shudders. “And it killed me acting like that with her as much as it killed you.”
