Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,69

Wrapping my hand around his thickness, I pump, and he groans.

“Stella, I really need to be inside you.” His voice holds a quality I’ve never heard before.

I slide up on the bed and he crawls toward me, stopping between my legs. He nudges my legs apart with his shoulders and his mouth hovers over me. His finger runs through my folds and he teases me with his finger at my opening.

“I thought you had to be inside me?” I say in a breathy voice.

He laughs and his eyes stay on me while his tongue licks me up the center. “I have to get you ready.”

“I’m ready,” I say.

He pushes one finger inside me, then another before sliding them out and into his mouth. He sucks them for a moment then slowly pulls them out.

“Yep, I’d say you’re ready.” Pushing up on his forearms, he crawls the rest of the way up. His weight over me feels delicious. “Shit, my condoms are upstairs in my wallet. I’ll be right back.” He shifts to get off me.

“King?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you clean? Like, have you been tested?”

He tilts his head.

“I have an IUD and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone for…”

He smiles, waiting for the answer.

“Let’s just say I’m clean.”

He chuckles. “I am too. Just got tested last month.” He crawls back on top of me, situating himself between my thighs. “And I haven’t been with anyone for a while either.”

I smile and trust that he isn’t just saying that to appease me.

“Now that that’s decided.” He kisses me and the tip of his dick pierces my opening, teasing me, driving me crazy.

Inch by inch, he slowly enters me. Once he’s fully inside, I relish the moment of us being connected.

“You good?” he asks.

I nod, and he cradles my head between his forearms on the bed. He starts with small circles, kissing me once then burying his head in the crook of my neck.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he whispers, and goose bumps spread where his breath hits my neck.

“So do you.” My fingers dig into his shoulder blades and my head sinks into his pillow as he thrusts into me.

Then he’s kissing my lips, my jaw, my ear, my cheek, whispering small tokens of how much he loves me, how beautiful I am. My thighs clench harder, my legs running up his thighs, my heels resting on his calves. Now I understand the difference between making love and just having sex. The tenderness that comes when you love someone is something special. Wanting the moment to never end, even when your orgasm hangs by a thread as thin as a spider’s web. This is an expression of love. It’s not about the end result. It’s about what you’re promising that person with your body.

“I’ll never hurt you,” Kingston says as though he can read my thoughts. “I promise.” He rises up and stares at me, locking my gaze with his. “Tell me this isn’t a dream.”

I put my hands on his face and don’t look away. “It’s not a dream. I love you with every piece of me.”

He kisses me and increases his speed. Our kisses become a frantic mess of lips, tongue, and teeth. My impending orgasm can’t be held back any longer.

“Oh God, harder,” I pant.

I clench in an effort to delay the gratification, but he doesn’t relent, and my body tightens before I skyrocket into the air, free-falling back down to Earth.

Kingston doesn’t stop, drilling in and out of me, his lips still on any of my skin he can reach. “Jesus, I don’t wanna come.”

But he pumps into me, pausing for a second, then pumps again. My name falls from his lips and he cranes his head back as he comes. Then he leans in to kiss me. His kiss slows, his tongue lazy compared to minutes before. I decide I love the post-orgasm look in his hooded eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” he says.

After we clean up, I grab the satin pillow I brought with me. When I return to the room, Kingston pulls the covers down. I slide in under them, my fingers playing with the small patch of hair on his chest. There’s no denying it any longer—this is where I’ve always belonged, risky or not.

Twenty-Six

Kingston

My eyes open and I jolt up from the bed. My head flops to the right and I breathe easy. She’s here. Last night wasn’t a dream.

I snicker, admiring her sprawled out on her stomach, both arms under her pillow. It’s ridiculous how