Kiss King - Mickey Miller Page 0,96
even a block away, I think they’d come running in here to see who’s being murdered.
God, I love this woman. It’s like she’s made for me alone.
“Come, baby. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Don’t hold back. Let go. Let it all go. Let it pour out. Release.”
There’s no phonetic spelling of the moan she lets fly.
She grabs onto my back—for an anchor, I suppose, because she’s floating away.
“How does that feel, coming with me deep inside you?”
Her body twists in response.
I rip off her blindfold.
Her eyes are closed underneath it.
“Open your eyes, look at me.”
I pause and let her stare at me.
“Let me take your mind. Feel me, deep inside. See me, and come with me while we’re one.”
Our gazes stay locked together. She feels so damn good swallowing me up completely, clenching her walls around me. “I’m coming, Grant. I’m…”
She twists underneath me, almost like she’s trying to get away.
Her pussy is leaking onto my abs she’s coming so hard.
Her words are breathless. “Thank you, sir. Thank you. Oh God, Thank you.”
She clenches her abdomen, she twists, and her eyes roll up to the back of her head.
“Too much,” she groans, pushing on my abs. “Albuquerque!”
I turn the magic wand off, and pull out.
“Oh my gosh, you okay?”
She swallows, then nods, bringing her eyes back to me. “I just lost count of how many times I came.”
I stare into her blue-green eyes. “You done?”
Her grin returns. “Hell, no. Also, I think you made me come once just from looking at your eyes.”
“Good girl.” I slide down and uncuff her ankles. “You sure you can handle more?”
“Yes. I just needed a little breather so I didn’t die from too many orgasms in a row.”
“There’s that death card again.”
“Not dead, but I think my toe might have cramped up.”
“I think we can deal with that casualty.” I grin, grabbing her foot and massaging it. “Turn around.”
She eagerly spins around and gets on all fours.
Looking over her shoulder, her eyes land on mine as she jiggles her ass for me. “It’s so jiggly,” she laughs, and even starts twerking a little bit. “Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.”
I crack up.
Damn, I love this girl.
Love…this girl.
I keep saying that L word in my head. What I mean is…love…as in really like. Like a lot.
Because the L-word, that means something else.
Right? So, I do something to take my mind off of that train of thought.
I thrust into her, and Maya’s moans drown out any coherent thoughts of mine.
“You looking forward to coming again?”
“A-again?”
“Are you scared?”
“No, it’s just…I thought we were…”
I press all the way inside and lean down. “If you think I’m rushing this, you’re wrong. I’m enjoying every moment.”
“Rushing? I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“We’ve got all night.”
I enjoy the feel of my hands on her hips, her ass, the pink hue and outline of my hand that my spanks leave on her.
When I reach around and press the magic wand into her while I take her from behind, she unravels. It’s damn beautiful.
“Time to die another little death, Maya. You ready to come when I say?”
“So ready. I’m on the brink,” she mewls.
“Come for me, baby.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Oh God, Thank you.”
She moans again and I feel her tightness pulsing around my cock. Is she doing this on purpose?
I drop the magic wand to the side, and she backs up into me, grinding on me as she calls out.
This is heated, this is so hot, this is connected. This is how all sexual encounters should be.
“Now your turn,” she whispers. “Come for me, Grant. I want to feel your warm cum on my skin. Take what you need, baby. Use me.”
I rock into her so hard, I’m afraid I might seriously damage her.
But I’m past the point of control, and plus, Maya’s proven to me time and again how resilient she is.
A warm sensation of the best kind overcomes me.
I pull out and shoot warm ropes onto her ass as she lies on the bed.
She turns her head over her shoulder.
“I think you sucked out my soul,” she says.
“If I sucked out your soul, I think I just ejaculated it onto your backside.”
She rubs it in to her skin, then dips a finger in her mouth to taste. “Mmm. Salty. And thick today.”
I go to the bathroom to get a towel and help her clean up what didn’t get soaked into her skin.
“The video!” she says, pointing at my phone, still up.
“Oh, that’s right.”
I go to click ‘end’