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“Let’s get you a fourth.”
His right hand now freed up, he rubs my clit for me, and even though he’s not as familiar with my body as I am, he still manages to work me into a frenzy in record time.
Digging my nails into his knee by my ass, I warn, “Khaos.”
“Come on, Kota. You want to come on my cock again? Let me feel every muscle in your cunt constrict around me?”
He’s no longer thrusting, just keeping himself buried to the hilt while he performs flawless rotation after flawless rotation with his fingers. At one point, he licks his fingers before resuming his efforts, either because the lube is wearing off or because he simply wants another taste.
This time when I come, Khaos’s eyelids flutter to a close as he lifts his chin to the ceiling like he’s savoring the feel of my orgasm.
“How about a fifth.”
It’s not a question. He’s going for a fifth. He’s going to break my record.
Both my legs get pushed close to my chest so they’re caught between us, my ankles on his shoulders as he leans down toward me. Not close enough for us to kiss but at least his pubic bone can massage my clit like this, especially when he moves his hips in a circular motion.
“Oh God,” I moan, my own chin rising skyward.
“I thought I was your genie, granting wishes like—”
“You’re my anchor.”
Every muscle on Khaos locks up. “Because I drag you down?”
“No.” If I had the energy, I’d laugh. “No. Because in this turbulent world, there’s you, right in the middle of it, steady, strong, safe…” What was the word he used for my hold on him? “Unwavering. No matter how crazy things get, I know I can depend on you.” For how long? Now that I don’t know.
The space between his eyebrows bunches, then he’s sliding my legs down one at a time, leaving them by his waist.
“Um. I mean—”
“You want to lock your ankles for me?”
“I guess?” Despite shaking my head, I lock my ankles behind his back. What did I do? Say too much? Not enough?
I don’t understand what changed.
With one of Khaos’s big hands behind my back, he hefts me off the mattress, keeping us connected as he moves his legs out from under him. First, in a sitting position with me straddling him, then he lies back, taking me with him.
Finally, we’re close enough to kiss.
We don’t though. We just stare at each other, making the itch on my scalp grow to an unbearable level.
I stick my hands in Khaos’s hair instead, rubbing his head to keep from clawing at mine.
He’s the first to speak and it’s barely above a whisper. “You want to give me a fifth?”
Just as quietly, I confess, “I want to give you everything.”
“You’re everything.”
“Then take me.”
“Later?” he asks, referencing the first time I told him the same thing.
“Now.”
Eyes on mine, he grips my ass, squeezing my cheeks and goading me into movement. With his help, I roll my hips back and forth, tightly grasping his cock with my pussy on each rotation.
