Filthy Beautiful Lust(17)

Unlike the last time, I don't want us to feel rushed. I'm desperate to  see her creamy, pale skin and full breasts that I got a glimpse of last  night. Reluctantly pulling my fingers from her panties, I feel a  frustrated groan rise from her chest.

I systematically strip her naked-kissing each bit of skin I expose. Her  breasts, her stomach, the tops of her thighs, and finally when her  panties join the rest of her clothes on the floor, I take a second just  to appreciate how fucking fine she is.                       
       
           



       

She fidgets, pressing her thighs together and lifting her arms like she  wants to cover herself. I grip her wrist and shake my head. No fucking  way. Kylie chews on her lower lip, but doesn't say anything.

I walk her backwards to the desk and lift her so she's sitting right on  the edge. I drop one more kiss on her lips, and then sink to my knees.  Parting her thighs wide, I press closer and kiss her lower stomach,  right above her mound. When I glance up, I notice she's closed her eyes.  Hell no. I want her to know I'm the one giving her this pleasure. "Open  them," I command.

Her eyes flash on mine.

"I want you to watch," I say, my tongue licking lazily up her silken folds while my eyes stay glued to hers.

Her eyelids flutter, but they remain open as she tracks the movements of  my tongue. Up and down, I tease her, slowly at first, letting her get  warmed up. Her pussy is every bit as beautiful as the rest of her.  Neatly trimmed, nice and pink. If she thought she was undesirable, then  she was insane. Every inch of her is perfection as far as I can tell.  And the crazy thing is, as gorgeous as she is, it's really her heart-the  soft, nurturing side she's given me a glimpse of-that really steals my  breath.

Tiny whimpers escape her lips, and her breathing grows fast.

"Don't take your eyes off of me," I growl.

Kylie refocuses her attention at the spot between her thighs that I'm  intent on worshipping. I lick against her clit in a brutal rhythm. I  have to physically restrain her, holding her hips in place, so she can't  squirm away. She's close, I can tell, and when I plunge two fingers  deep into her heat and curl them up to meet her special spot, she comes  on command, bucking against me and clawing her fingers through my hair.  My dick salutes her show. It seems impossible, but she is even hotter  when she comes, and the urge to do this with her every day spikes within  me.

When I rise to my feet, she's looking at me with lust-filled eyes.  Wordlessly, she attempts to unbuckle my belt, but fumbles with it  one-handed, I reach down to help her and once my jeans are open, she  reaches into my jeans.

Shit.

Her hand is soft and delicate compared to mine and my cock immediately takes notice, hardening to steel and weeping for her.

She jacks me up and down while I take her mouth, kissing her deeply so she can taste how sweet she was on my tongue.

"Kylie, you don't have to," I choke out, even though I don't want her to stop.

"I want to," she breathes against my lips.

Fuck yeah.

I help her, shoving my jeans down my hips until my cock is free.

"Do you wear boxers?" she asks.

"Not usually," I admit.

"God, Pace."

I look down, trying to understand the panic in her voice.

She's holding my cock away from my body like she's inspecting it.

What in the hell?

"Are you serious?" she asks, her mouth curling up in a devilish grin.

"About?"

"This thing is massive."

I notice her fingers don't close around me, and I chuckle darkly, pride tearing through me.

"I mean, I know I've had a baby, but I'm actually scared right now."

I take her face in my hands again. "I told you we won't do anything you  don't want to. But I promise you, it will fit if you want to do that."

She swallows down her fears and nods up at me. Then she takes me by  complete surprise, dropping down from the desk, and lowering herself to  her knees before taking me in her mouth.

I reach out blindly, gripping the edge of the desk. Christ, her mouth is  like a vacuum. She sucks me in deeply, creating a warm suction all  around me. She strokes my base with one hand while her mouth goes to  work. Even one-handed, her touches feel incredible. She reaches down to  lightly grip my nuts. Goddamn. I shudder. Most women don't know how to  handle the sensitive areas of a man's body, but Kylie does. She gently  tugs on the hyper-sensitive globes before releasing her suction on my  cockhead to lick them. I cannot control the groan that tears from deep  within my throat. One thing is certain, Kylie gives one hell of a blow  job.

"Fuck, angel." I reach down and smooth her hair back from her face while  she eagerly grins up at me with a mouthful. "That feels amazing."

After a few more wet kisses strategically placed in spots that make me  groan, I help her rise to her feet. She glances down at my cock and then  back up at me in a way that says, It's time to put that big thing to  use. Yes, ma'am.

I consider bending her over my desk, since I've been tortured by her  beautiful round ass all day, but I know that the first time I have her, I  need to see her eyes. It's never been something important to me until  right this moment. It should scare me, but I feel calm and in control.

Taking her in my arms, I lift her to the edge of the desk again and  spread her thighs so I can step in between them. Yanking my shirt off  over my head, I also let my jeans drop to the floor and step out of  them. I want to feel her skin against mine.                       
       
           



       

Her eyes lower, travelling down my chest and abs before rising again. I  like the small smile I see playing on her lips. She reaches out and  circles her hand around my cock, looking up at me in wonder, like she  can't believe this is really about to happen.

I lift her chin and kiss her again, then pull back to meet her eyes.  "I'll be careful with you, always. I promise." We both know I'm not just  talking about sex-I'm referring to her emotions.

She nods.

I line myself up against her heat and gently rub back and forth. Kylie shudders and arches her back, ready to take me.

"Fuck, a condom," I groan. I'd almost forgotten. That's never happened before.

"Are you clean?" she asks.

"Of course. I never fuck without a condom."

She hesitates just a moment as though reading me. I've told her before  that I'd never lie to her, and I can tell she's recalling that. "I'm on  birth control," she says.

Bareback? With this beautiful woman? I'm certain I'll come too fast and  embarrass myself without the layer of latex between us, but I don't  care. I want to feel her. Just her. Without a piece of rubber between  us. "Are you sure?"

She quickly nods and reaches for me again. "Yes, I'm sure."

I position her so that her casted arm rests comfortably between us,  being careful not to jostle it too much. "I don't want to hurt you," I  say.

"I'm fine, Pace. I promise."

I ease forward, keeping one hand on the base of my shaft and one hand on  her hip as our bodies join. The wet heat that envelopes me is  indescribable. Inch by inch, I bury myself inside her. Fuck.

Kylie's whimper once I'm fully seated makes my balls tighten.

"How does that feel?" I choke out.

Her eyes lift to mine. "My vagina isn't stretched out."

"What?"

"My ex ... he said he didn't want to be with a woman who was fat and had a stretched out vagina after having a baby."

"As much as I love discussing your ex while I'm inside you, what are you talking about, angel?"

"My vagina-it feels normal. It doesn't feel stretched out."

"It feels fucking awesome." I still my movements and look deep into her  eyes. "And you're nowhere near close to fat. Your body did something  fucking amazing. You grew a little person in there. With all due respect  to Max's father, he sounds like a fucking moron."

Kylie smiles up at me, placing her palm against my cheek.

I take that as a signal that sharing time is over, and it's time to get  down to business. Which is excellent news, because if I don't move soon  I'm going die.

I lift her calves, securing both of her ankles around my back. "Hang on, baby."

Kylie grips my shoulder with her good hand, and with my hands still  holding her legs, I begin sliding in and out once again. She moans  softly and digs her fingernails into my back. It feels incredible. I  love watching her take her pleasure while I fuck her. She tightens her  legs around my waist, arching into my thrusts to take me deeper and her  cheeks flush with heat. She is alive and confident. It's incredibly  sexy.

I move slowly, pressing deep and then retreating. I want this moment to last.

"Tell me how to make you come. Tell me what you need," I whisper, pressing light kisses to her mouth.