Fall To Pieces(46)

“You want me to repeat the question, baby?” he breathed.

Reaching for the buckle of Kyle’s belt, I quickly undid his pants, before slipping my hand inside his boxers.

His erection fell heavily into my palm, huge, hard, and throbbing.

“Not yet,” I moaned. “Not…ready.”

Kyle groaned against my breast; thrusting himself into my hand, as I stroked his impressive length.

“Baby, fuck…” he hissed, claiming my mouth, kissing me deeply, as I worked him over with my hand.

I could feel his balls tighten, his cock jerked. I knew he was close, and that thought alone drove me wild.

Quickening my pace on his shaft, I slipped my other hand into his pants and cupped his balls, massaging them slowly, reveling in my domination of this powerful, beautiful man.

Kyle trembled, his back bowed, his hips thrust forward as the first signs of his orgasm spilled from his cock in a hot flood of cum. I pumped him, until his body sagged and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily.

“Baby,” he groaned. “That…was…I’m…I’m…”



“Scarred for life?”

My head jerked in the direction of the kitchen door, and I screamed, while scrambling to cover myself up.

“Jesus, Cam, fuck off, will you?” Kyle growled, wrapping his arms around me, covering my bare breasts with his chest.

“Good to see, you two have come to your senses,” she said. “But for future reference, you might want to take it somewhere, other than the place we have to eat.”

She shook her head as she trailed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Hmm, princess, that was fucking unbelievable,” Kyle whispered, as he trailed kisses up my neck.

“I’m worried,” I confessed, tucking into his chest.

“About Cam?” Kyle asked, tipping my chin up.

I nodded, biting on my lip.

Kyle smiled sadly, and then his face turned serious.

“What?” I asked in alarm.

Kyle stroked my cheek, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“Come upstairs with me?” he whispered.

“I…”

My voice trailed off, as my brain franticly tried to dissuade me, claiming it was too fast.

I told my brain to shut the hell up.

I couldn’t deny this…intensity, this connection I had with Kyle any longer.

My heart was calling the shots now, and my heart was screaming, yes.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, baby,” he whispered. “I want to be with you, bury myself inside of me.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

Kyle grinned.

Picking up my shirt, he slipped it over my head, covering my nudity, before lifting me down.

“I’m crazy about you. You know that, don’t you?”

I nodded, taking Kyle’s outstretched hand, as he led me upstairs.





*****





Kyle led me into his room, removing our clothes as we went. By the time we made his bed, we were both naked.

There was a lot of fumbling because of my big belly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he sat me on his bed and trailed kisses over my stomach, up to my breasts. His tongue was driving me insane with want, and I couldn’t take anymore teasing.

Pushing at his shoulders, I pressed him down on the bed and straddled him.

“Go slow, baby,” he whispered, concern in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I nodded eagerly, as he held his erection and slowly pushed every hard, thick inch inside me, filling me to the brink. He was so big.

“I feel so full,” I whimpered, sinking down on him. Placing my hands on his rock hard chest, I rocked my hips.

Oh, the feeling was incredibly. So intense…

“Fuck,” he moaned, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he ground upwards. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight.”

I cried out, it seemed the only thing I could do. He was stretching me too thin.

“Are you okay, baby. Is this okay?”

I nodded. “Yes, perfect. Don’t stop. I won’t break.”

The lazy, upward, thrust of his hips excited me, thrilled me.

My core thrummed to the rhythm of his throbbing cock. I felt myself rising, building.

I knew I was close, could taste the sweetness impending on me.

I slammed my hips downwards, spreading my thighs as far apart as I could, urging him. “Harder. Please.”

He grasped my hips, and taking control of our rhythm, he quickened the pace, sliding into me with hard, fast thrusts.

“I need you. Don’t leave me,” he grunted.

I could hear the emotion in his voice. His words were gruff, tormenting.

“I won’t,” I panted.

He ground upwards, rubbing against my clit.

“I mean it,” he hissed, pumping me, hard. “Don’t go. I don’t need people….Never have. But I need you.”