“You taste good, Honey.”
“White, please…”
“What’s wrong, Buttercup? Do you want my fingers back?” I ask her, letting them move back down. I slide them against her clit and then further down, skirting her entrance, pushing against it but never going inside.
“You’re killing me,” she whimpers.
Her cream covers my fingers and I use it to push against her ass, painting the opening generously, then diving down to get more. I repeat the action several times, the last time sliding the tips of my fingers through the tightly locked ring of muscles of her ass. Her body goes still. Every muscle she has locks in place, as if she’s afraid to move. If it wasn’t for the breathless sounds leaving her mouth, I’d be worried she wasn’t getting oxygen. I lean down and kiss along her spine as I push my fingers in a little further. One finger goes inside just past the knuckle. She’s so fucking tight there, she may destroy my cock when she takes it inside, but she will do it. I will own every part of her.
“You like this, Honey?”
“White,” she whispers and I can hear the need in her voice even as her body shakes in what is probably fear.
“I’m claiming your ass, Kayla. It’s going to take my cock all the way inside. I’m going to go so deep you won’t be able to move for weeks without feeling me.”
“Jesus,” she sighs.
I kiss down her spine and along her ass while pulling the finger back out. I let my teeth graze one of her cheeks and then bite into it, letting her feel the sting and claiming her ass the only way I can right now.
“This is my ass, Kayla,” I tell her over her squeal of shock when I bite her—a squeal that only deepens when I thrust my finger back in, and this time, I go as deep as possible.
“It will hurt,” she says, but her body is moving in all the right ways. She wants this. Fuck, she’d let me take her right here, right now if I wanted. She’s not ready, though. We’ll have to work up to that.
“Aww, Honey, that’s not my plan. I’m going to make you feel good. Real good,” I tell her, leaving her ass with a small kiss. Then I unzip my pants, pushing them out of the way. My poor cock could almost sing in relief as I let him out. It’s a miracle he didn’t rip through my pants. I take my cock in my hand to let the tip push against her ass, just enough so she knows what I want.
“White,” she whispers, but before she can let her mind be ruled with fear, I slide my dick down the slick, cream-coated path to her pussy and plunge inside of her. “White!” she calls out louder this time as I sink up to my balls inside of her.
“Hold on, sweetheart. This is going to be a hard ride,” I warn her, and then make good on that promise.
CHAPTER 53
KAYLA
“Mom, I thought I told you I’m not drinking this crap!” White says from beside me.
We’re sitting at the breakfast table eating and White is staring down at another one of Ida Sue’s “healthy” shakes. This one is green with a touch of brown and it smells like a skunk. The place is relatively quiet today. Petal hasn’t been home in two days and Green is on the road. That leaves Jansen, who is sick in bed with the flu, and Cyan, who isn’t himself and left the same minute White and I came into the kitchen. He kissed me on the forehead and just disappeared. I’m more than a little worried about him, but when I asked White about it, he just shrugged.
“You need it. I haven’t been told you and Kayla have made me a grandbaby yet and until that happens you need all the help you can get, White Hall. Now drink up.”
“What kind of crap is in it this time?”
“Never you mind. Just drink.”
“It smells like roasted ass.”
“Roasted ass? Really?” I ask White, shaking my head. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have because he moves the glass under my nose and I have to agree. “Well, at least you seem fond of asses,” I murmur to him.
“My woman has jokes,” he whispers back, capturing my lips in a quick kiss that manages to make my pulse go crazy and heat rise in my face.
“Love you, Buttercup,” he whispers, our foreheads pressed together. My breath lodges in my throat long enough for my heart to fill to the point where it might burst.
“Love you too,” I whisper.
“It’s about damn time!” Black comes in. White and I pull apart and I instantly miss him.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” White grumbles, looking at me with a wink.
“Shut it, old man,” Black growls, sitting down beside me. He wraps his arm easily around my back, pulling me away from White and into him.