Unsuitable
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I swallow roughly. “Is this what you did while imagining?”
“Yes.”
“And, in your imagination, what were you doing to me?”
“Fucking you hard while you screamed my name.”
Holy shit.
I think I just came again.
I love this side of him—confident and commanding. I wasn’t sure how things were going to be, but holy hell, Kas is full of surprises. Sexual surprises.
And I’m a lucky, lucky, girl.
Shivers erupt all over my skin, standing my hairs on end.
I drag my eyes up to his face and give him a cocky grin. “So, why are you all the way over there when you could be here”—I place my hand over myself—“fucking me hard and making me scream your name?”
I see his eyes flash, and then he’s on top of me. He grabs my hands and pins them over my head. His mouth is on mine, his erection pressed between my legs. I sigh against his lips.
This is what heaven feels like.
A sexy heaven. And a heaven I really want to be in. Or have his heaven inside me.
Jesus, Daisy, could you be any cornier right now?
His kisses are hot and dirty, and he’s practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.
Lifting my hips, I press myself against his cock, wanting his cock to be fucking me. At the angle, his cock slides between the lips of my pussy.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”
I press my hand to his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait. I need you, baby.”
His eyes flare at my endearment. Then, he’s moving away, off of me.
“Where are you going?” I stop him with my hand on his arm.
“Just getting a condom.”
“You have some?” I lift a brow.
His cheeks redden. “I bought some when you and I…” He meets my gaze head-on. “I wasn’t being presumptuous. Just…hopeful.”
His lips lift into a boyish grin, and I giggle.
Then, I hesitate, biting my lip. “I have the contraceptive implant. I had it done two years ago. It lasts for three years in total. I haven’t had sex for nearly two years. I’m clean. I’d used condoms before, but after, I got checked. So, you don’t have to use one, if you don’t want to. But I understand if you do.”
His gaze softens on me.
“I trust you.” He brushes his lips over mine. “And I’m clean, as you’ve probably guessed.”
“So, we’re going to—”
“Yeah, baby, we are.”
He moves his hand between our bodies and lines his cock up with my entrance, pushing against me. Then, he takes ahold of my hands, fingers linking with mine, pressing them into the pillow. Our eyes locked, he applies more pressure and slowly starts to push inside me.
“Oh God,” I breathe as he stretches and fills me.
His features are stretched, tightening, and his jaw is clenched so hard that it might shatter.
Then, when he’s all the way inside to the hilt, he pauses. He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s in pain, and I worry that this is too hard for him, that bad memories are invading and taking over. He brings his face down and rests his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.
I need him to move so badly, but I need him to be okay more.
I squeeze my fingers around his. “Kas,” I breathe.
His eyes open. I search his gaze, looking for anything to tell me that he’s okay.
“I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking good. I daren’t move.”
I laugh with relief.
His brows draw together.
And I’m quick to say, “I’m not laughing because of that. I’m relieved. I thought that maybe you were…struggling…” I allude.
Understanding flashes through his eyes. “I’m struggling not to come because you’re so fucking amazing.”
My smile widens. “I want you—whether it’s for two seconds—”
“I can last longer than two seconds,” he growls. “Give me some fucking credit.”
“You know what I meant. And stop arguing with me when you’re inside me.” I lift my face to his, softly pressing my lips over his. “Just move, Kas. Be with me, for however long that is. Then, be with me again. And again. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He stares down at me, emotion lining his eyes, lust filling them.
“Fuck me, Kas,” I whisper.
Those words seem to push him over the edge because he’s moving, pulling out to the hilt and slamming back in. Quick, short thrusts, getting faster and more intense. His hands grip mine to the point of almost pain.
“Daisy…I…Jesus…I…you wreck me. It’s you…it will only ever be you.”
Emotion clamps down hard on my chest. “You wreck me, too,” I whisper.
One of his hands leaves mine and cups my bum, lifting and tilting me. He starts to move with wild abandon, thrusting in and out of me. Fucking me. Taking what he needs.
“Jesus, Daisy…fuck…I’m coming…” His mouth crashes back to mine. “I’m coming,” he breathes into me, his hips coming to rest against mine, jerking, as he comes inside me.
Thirty-Two
Kas stays inside me, his body trembling against mine. I run my hand over his back, tracing lazy patterns with my fingers, as he breathes heavily against my neck.
He lifts his head, looking me in the eyes.
“Yes.”
“And, in your imagination, what were you doing to me?”
“Fucking you hard while you screamed my name.”
Holy shit.
I think I just came again.
I love this side of him—confident and commanding. I wasn’t sure how things were going to be, but holy hell, Kas is full of surprises. Sexual surprises.
And I’m a lucky, lucky, girl.
Shivers erupt all over my skin, standing my hairs on end.
I drag my eyes up to his face and give him a cocky grin. “So, why are you all the way over there when you could be here”—I place my hand over myself—“fucking me hard and making me scream your name?”
I see his eyes flash, and then he’s on top of me. He grabs my hands and pins them over my head. His mouth is on mine, his erection pressed between my legs. I sigh against his lips.
This is what heaven feels like.
A sexy heaven. And a heaven I really want to be in. Or have his heaven inside me.
Jesus, Daisy, could you be any cornier right now?
His kisses are hot and dirty, and he’s practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.
Lifting my hips, I press myself against his cock, wanting his cock to be fucking me. At the angle, his cock slides between the lips of my pussy.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”
I press my hand to his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait. I need you, baby.”
His eyes flare at my endearment. Then, he’s moving away, off of me.
“Where are you going?” I stop him with my hand on his arm.
“Just getting a condom.”
“You have some?” I lift a brow.
His cheeks redden. “I bought some when you and I…” He meets my gaze head-on. “I wasn’t being presumptuous. Just…hopeful.”
His lips lift into a boyish grin, and I giggle.
Then, I hesitate, biting my lip. “I have the contraceptive implant. I had it done two years ago. It lasts for three years in total. I haven’t had sex for nearly two years. I’m clean. I’d used condoms before, but after, I got checked. So, you don’t have to use one, if you don’t want to. But I understand if you do.”
His gaze softens on me.
“I trust you.” He brushes his lips over mine. “And I’m clean, as you’ve probably guessed.”
“So, we’re going to—”
“Yeah, baby, we are.”
He moves his hand between our bodies and lines his cock up with my entrance, pushing against me. Then, he takes ahold of my hands, fingers linking with mine, pressing them into the pillow. Our eyes locked, he applies more pressure and slowly starts to push inside me.
“Oh God,” I breathe as he stretches and fills me.
His features are stretched, tightening, and his jaw is clenched so hard that it might shatter.
Then, when he’s all the way inside to the hilt, he pauses. He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s in pain, and I worry that this is too hard for him, that bad memories are invading and taking over. He brings his face down and rests his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.
I need him to move so badly, but I need him to be okay more.
I squeeze my fingers around his. “Kas,” I breathe.
His eyes open. I search his gaze, looking for anything to tell me that he’s okay.
“I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking good. I daren’t move.”
I laugh with relief.
His brows draw together.
And I’m quick to say, “I’m not laughing because of that. I’m relieved. I thought that maybe you were…struggling…” I allude.
Understanding flashes through his eyes. “I’m struggling not to come because you’re so fucking amazing.”
My smile widens. “I want you—whether it’s for two seconds—”
“I can last longer than two seconds,” he growls. “Give me some fucking credit.”
“You know what I meant. And stop arguing with me when you’re inside me.” I lift my face to his, softly pressing my lips over his. “Just move, Kas. Be with me, for however long that is. Then, be with me again. And again. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He stares down at me, emotion lining his eyes, lust filling them.
“Fuck me, Kas,” I whisper.
Those words seem to push him over the edge because he’s moving, pulling out to the hilt and slamming back in. Quick, short thrusts, getting faster and more intense. His hands grip mine to the point of almost pain.
“Daisy…I…Jesus…I…you wreck me. It’s you…it will only ever be you.”
Emotion clamps down hard on my chest. “You wreck me, too,” I whisper.
One of his hands leaves mine and cups my bum, lifting and tilting me. He starts to move with wild abandon, thrusting in and out of me. Fucking me. Taking what he needs.
“Jesus, Daisy…fuck…I’m coming…” His mouth crashes back to mine. “I’m coming,” he breathes into me, his hips coming to rest against mine, jerking, as he comes inside me.
Thirty-Two
Kas stays inside me, his body trembling against mine. I run my hand over his back, tracing lazy patterns with my fingers, as he breathes heavily against my neck.
He lifts his head, looking me in the eyes.
