Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,51

me in. She rubs her bottom lip across my slit to gather the precome. Her pink tongue flicks out, and she moans when she tastes me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I thrust into my hand faster, my orgasm tickling my spine and pulling my sack against my body. I throw my head back and bury my face in the shirt, nearly suffocating myself with her scent. God, I bet she tastes like peaches too. I want to tongue fuck her virgin cunt until her come is overflowing in my mouth. She’d taste like peach tea, one of my favorite summertime drinks, and I’d help myself to another glass.

Then another.

I’d lick her sweet untouched lock, find the right combination, undo the gates of her dam, and drink her water down until my thirst is quenched.

But I doubt it would be enough.

Something tells me it will never be.

“Violet. Violet, fuck baby, I’m coming,” I moan into the room, tilt my head down, and watch the thick shaft swell before the white cream jets from me. My vision blurs from the intensity. “Ohhh, that’s it.” Five thick streams land in my other hand since I’ve cupped it over the tip, so I don’t have to clean it off the wall and floor.

I stumble back and hit the couch. I sag, taking a minute to get my head on straight. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Not even since the other day with the toys. I shake my head, trying to gather enough energy to get up and wash my hands, but my cock is still hard, and lust is still pumping through my veins. I always have to come twice before my erection goes down.

I’m about to use my come as lube when there is a knock on the door.

Every muscle in my body tenses, and I stare at my hand that has come in the palm. My cock is jetting out from my pants and it shows no sign of going down.

Damn it.

Whoever it is, they will go away after a minute if I’m quiet.

“Kansas?”

I snap my head toward the door and inhale a sharp breath when I hear Violet’s voice.

Oh, no

No, no, no. This can’t be happening.

She knocks again, and this time it’s frantic. “Amos, can we please talk?”

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself. “Uh, just need a minute, okay?” I shout as I toss my shirt to the floor.

“Okay, thank you,” she says.

I rush to the bathroom and turn the faucet on with my clean hand and wash the come down the drain. Next, I squirt way too much watermelon burst soap in my hand, but I’m nervous. I feel like I’m getting caught with my pants down—well, technically I am—and the fact that I just came is obvious. Wiping my hand on the towel, I hiss as I tuck myself in my jeans.

There is a trick when this happens to a man. All we have to do is lift our erection and safely squeeze it under the waistband so it can’t be seen through the jeans. I open a drawer and snag a shirt.

Any shirt. It doesn’t matter.

I tug my arms through the sleeves and open the door, seeing a brightly blushing Violet standing there. “Is everything okay?” I ask, glancing left and right to make sure no one is outside with her. “Come in.” I pull her inside and double-check to make sure no one is watching her before closing the door.

“I want you to hear me out,” she starts. “And don’t interrupt me.”

I cross my arms and prop myself against the wall to get comfortable. Seeing her again so soon is making it hard to pay attention to anything other than my cock tucked into my waistband. She’s wearing her long, purple peacoat and it’s buttoned. Her hair is just as crazy as it was when we left for our date, but something else shines in her eyes.

Determination.

“I know you were wanting tonight to go the way you wanted, but I wanted it to go a different way. I know it’s fast. I know I’m a virgin, and I don’t have a clue as to what I’m doing, but I swear, I can learn. I want to please you. I want you, Amos. I’ve never wanted anyone like you before, and if you don’t want me after one night, then… as awful as that would be, I can’t imagine being with anyone else for my first time.” She unbuttons her coat and lets the material slide down