Ahh… Rester…
And that moan shattered something inside me.
1 gripped myself tighter. My hips pushed forward on instinct, my length sliding harder this time, almost sliding into her pussy.
Her body responded, hips rising to meet mine, making it so damn hard to stay in control.
“Kester…” She moaned again.
God, this is a fucking test of willpower.
“Fuck, baby…” I breathed, groaning through my teeth. “You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”
My eyes squeezed shut, “I don’t want to lose it. I swear… Please dont moan my name again… I shuddered, closing my eyes and kissing her forehead.
As if on cue–like her body heard the one thing I begged her not to do–she moaned again.
“Ohh… Kester… Please…” Her thighs parted further in invitation.
Fuck. What was she begging for? For me to fuck her? I’ll fucking ruin her.
The corner of my eyes stung. I was fucking confused, barely holding myself. And here she was, moaning and pushing me off the
cliff.
Something in my head clicked, and my hand tightened around the base of my cock. With a guttural growl, I slid it into her in one deep, clean thrust.
“Fuuuck-” I gasped in a strangled voice.
My entire body shuddered above hers, every muscle twitching as her tight heat wrapped around me like silk–drenched fire.
Her arms shifted beneath me, brushing my ribs, and her lips parted in a soft sigh as her body adjusted to my size–welcoming me
home.
I paused there with my cock fully seated inside her. My trembling hand reached to brush her hair away from her damp cheek. She looked too sweet. Too innocent. Too… Mine.
“God, baby,” I whispered against her jaw, “you feel like fucking heaven…”
I moved slowly. So goddamn slowly that it almost drove me mad.
My hips pulled back just enough before gliding back in, sinking deeper, savoring every slick inch of her around me.
Chapter 270.
Her hips lifted, meeting my not thrust with a sweet, lazy roll.
I bit my lip hard.
My hand planted beside her head, the other drifting down her side til it cupped her thigh, guiding her leg higher around my waist to open her up more, to sink into her deeper.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, baby, do you?” I muured, kissing her neck. “I could die in your arms tonight, and it would be okay…”
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