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He stops sucking his fingers long enough to explain, “It hurt you.”
“It didn’t hurt me. I just couldn’t breathe.”
Fingers forgotten, he frowns at me and says, “Have I not been making myself clear? I need you breathing, Kota.”
“Then I’ll breathe. For you.”
With that frown now upside down, he lifts my feet high in the air, only to lower his hands down my calves, then thighs, pushing them out to the sides.
Instinctually, I cover my pussy.
“You’re shy? With me?”
Khaos has already seen me naked in many different positions, but this one feels about a hundred times more revealing. I’m wet, I’m swollen, oh, and I’m literally spread wide open. Hello? Not flattering.
“Kind of. What if…”
“What if fucking nothing. There’s nothing about this pussy I don’t know or love the absolute fuck out of. I’ve been cock deep, nose deep, knuckles deep, wrist deep—”
“Not wrist.” He acts like he’s fisted me before.
“You want your hands to get bitten?”
I drag those hands up my fluttering stomach, keeping them there for now.
Leaning down, Khaos runs his nose up my slit, inhaling as he goes, and I’m pretty sure sneaking his tongue out along the way, too.
The whole thing has me sucking in air as well.
“Goddamn. I’ll never get over how good you smell.” With a grin, he flicks his tongue out to quickly swirl it around my clit. “And taste.”
Khaos’s fingers biting into my thighs, he remains where he is, continuously lapping at my clit like one would an ice cream cone on a summer day until I come.
His chin, mouth, and nose are shiny when he surfaces to say, “Two.”
“I need you in me.”
I’m already fitting his shaft to my entrance, and thankfully, he doesn’t hesitate to slide every delicious inch into me.
The whimpering resumes. I always feel so full with him, like I’m going to burst, and not just physically.
“Fuck me, Khaos.”
“I love it when you talk like that. Such a naughty fucking girl.”
Groaning, he begins pumping. Slowly in, then slowly out.
Eyes anchored to each other’s, I open the lube and drizzle it over my clit before reaching down to massage the engorged nub.
“Fuck, Kota. This is… You’re… I love it. I love this.”
Could he love…me?
Staring up at the man I’ve quite possibly already fallen for, I press two fingers down on either side of my clit, feeling the pulse there throb harder and harder and harder until—
The surge of utter ecstasy has me holding my breath.
“There’s the third,” Khaos praises before pausing his rhythm to rearrange my legs. One gets bent while the other is propped up along his torso, my calf resting on his shoulder as he remains upright.
