Get control of yourself.
Talking down my dick is way harder than you’d think, biting down on the inside of my mouth to keep myself from coming on the spot. She bounces on my dick, and I am mesmerized by watching her tits bounce. The moment I feel her start to flutter around me, I flip us in one swift move.
“Oh, shit.” Her squeal is adorable.
With one final thrust from this angle, I feel her wetness gush around my cock, and I am done for. My orgasm races down my spine. My balls draw up, and my thrusts become erratic.
“Fuck yes, Sunflower. You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” I spill inside of her.
Spots flash in my vision, and I am pretty sure I’m about to pass out. Pulling out of my girl, I lay down next to her. She rolls over and curls onto my chest. Taking the time to allow the blood to start flowing to the rest of my body, I run my fingers through her sex rumpbled hair.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I whisper into her ear. Kyra giggles and snuggles closer into my body.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Someone on the other side of my door pounds so loudly that I feel Ky startle. She sits up with a start and grabs a pillow to cover herself up.
“GO AWAY!” I call out to the person who decided to pop our bubble. “The door is locked, they can’t get in,” I say to her.
“We gotta go, bro!” Graham's voice comes from the other side. “Also, is Kyra still there with you?”
“I said, go away!” I nuzzle into Kyra’s neck, just inhaling her scent.
“Cal,” her laugh echoes through the room.
“Kyra!” Graham calls out. “Guys, seriously, they are here to get us.”
“Graham, go to rehearsal. We will call the front desk when we are ready and meet you guys there.” Kyra calls to him, and he acknowledges before his footsteps echo back down the hall.
“You are the Hutchinson whisperer, babe.” Kissing her nose.
“I only want you.” She gives me a long kiss before climbing off the bed.
Walking over to the oak armoire, swinging the doors open with a tug. She pulls out one of my hoodies, the forest green material makes her eyes pop, and she hasn’t even slipped it overher curves yet. As it covers her delectable skin, I realize that in this moment, she is going to leave for now.
“Go get your clothes. You are staying with me the rest of the trip.” I stalk across the floor to where she is standing. Running my hands up her thigh.
“Cal.” She squeals and bats my hand away. “We only have tonight here, and we need to go to the rehearsal.” She tries to escape my hold, but my long limbs make it impossible.
“Oh, sweet Sunflower.” I pull her into my chest and nuzzle into the point where her shoulder and neck meet. “You are mine, which means you are with me. Go get your stuff. We will get ready here.”
With a swat on her ass that is barely covered by my hoodie, she scurries from the room with a giggle. While I wait for her to pack up her stuff, I head for the shower. My cock is still rock hard, ready for another round with my girl. Unfortunately, my damn brother has to be getting married. With Kyra being the maid of honor, we need to be there.
She comes back into the room with her two suitcases rolling in front of her. I take them from her hands and walk them over to the bed. Lifting them up on the bed to allow her to get whatever she needs out.
“Alright, let me work some magic.” Kyra laughs and starts to pull out her toiletries.
CHAPTER 42
KYRA
It only took about thirty minutes to get myself situated, and we are sitting in the back of the golf cart heading to the main house. Unfortunately, the new dress isn’t as risqué as the black one Cal cut off me, but this one still shows my new and improved curves.
Over the months of working out and sparring with Nyx and Aly, I have lost about twenty pounds. Surprisingly, my ass and tits stayed put, so I am happy about that. This dress is a blush pink color, with a light shimmer in the fabric. The skirt flares out at my hips, and the neckline is the perfect amount of sweetheart to show my cleavage off. It gives off retro fifty’s vibes. It even has pockets!
“You look stunning.” Cal leans over to whisper in my ear as we pull up to the lodge. He jumps down and offers me his hand to help me out of the cart. My heels aren’t towering, but lord knows I am clumsy.
“Thank you.” I feel a blush line my cheeks.
