PROLOGUE
“Shit, girl.”
Kason’s grip loosened on my breast. His right hand lowered, joining his left around my waist.
I dug my toes into the bed. My cream polish matched the sheets beneath them. My palms pressed against his chest, stabilizing me.
“Mmmmmm.”
I lifted my frame on his six-and-a-half-inch tool. Still, my remnants covered him, making my descent effortless.
Rewarding.
Seamless.
Painless.
Uncomplicated.
Just as we were.
“Uhhhhh.”
I’d reached the final climb. I was peaking rapidly, though each stroke of my body was calculated,unrushed. Our connectedness was the culprit.
Kason felt like a cold glass of water on a scorching beach with burning sand. He resembled one as well.
Tall.
Brown.
Lean.
Well-groomed.
Financially akin.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby,” he panted, hands tightening around me.
I contracted around him.
“Rang–”
My peak was near. I shifted my gaze, planting my eyes on Kason’s. My body lifted and fell continuously.
Wrinkle lines creased his forehead. His core stiffened.
He’s unreal.
God had been generous with his beauty.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
Breathlessly, I ground into him, my hips feeling like anchors keeping me close to shore. With each stroke, my legs weakened, and my heart rate increased by beats per minute. Victory was in the vicinity.
“Fuck me.”
His obedience was palatable. I felt him driving into me from underneath, connecting with the back of my thighs with each lunge forward.
