Page 83 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One

“Or wax. I…trim.”

“Fuck, Mama.” She peeks above her fingers at my gruff voice. “There’s nothing wrong with your pussy being natural. It’s sexy as fuck.”

“I thought guys didn’t like…” she gestures wildly, “hair.”

I snort and relax my hand on her stomach. “Mendon’t care. All I care about is making you feel good. I don’t give a fuck if you have hair or not.”

Kira bites her lip, and I feel her adjust her hips, moving closer. “Okay.”

“Are you sure?” She nods, so I lean in to kiss her again so I can get her back to where we were.

It doesn’t take long until she’s desperately kissing me back. When I slide my hand under the sheet this time, she doesn’t stop me, and my hand runs across her neatly trimmed pussy. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t care. It actually turns me the fuck on. I let my hand drift lower, and she’s soaking fucking wet just from kissing.

“Spread your legs wider,” I rasp against her lips, and pull her leg over my hip. Her other leg falls to the side, giving me access. My fingers go straight to her clit, and her hips buck.

“Keon.”

“You’re so fucking wet, Mama. Did I do that to you?”

“Yes,” she gasps when I put more pressure on her clit, rubbing in slow circles. I go through different movements until she moans deep in her chest.

“There it is.” I don’t change the rhythm and pull back to look at her face. Her face is red, and her eyes are closed. “Look at me.” Her eyes pop open, and I give her a small smile. “You’re gorgeous.”

I see her mouth open, and I know she’s going to argue. No one says I ever play fair, so I start working her clit faster. “Holy shit.”

“Has anyone ever made you come before?”

“M…m…me.”

I drop my hand lower and tease her entrance with a finger. “Do you just play with your clit?” She nods, and that blush spreads down her chest.

“I want to see you.” I sit up and jerk my shirt off. Her eyes latch onto all the tattoos covering my body. When she reaches out and runs her fingers across the flowers on my pec, I almost fucking lose my mind. “Those are gorgeous. What are they?”

“Hibiscus syriacus. The Korean Rose. My mom was from South Korea.”

She runs her fingers over the Savior’s symbol, more flowers, and the script from one of my mom’s favorite bedtime stories, and she stops when she gets to my heart. “Do they all have meaning?”

“They do,” I say gruffly because of the way she’s looking at me. She swallows and lets her hand slide down my abs.

“Take off your pants,” she whispers.

I lift a brow. “I go commando.”

“Of course you do,” she giggles and then sobers. “That’s okay.” I stand from the bed, and her eyes don’t leave me when I undo my pants. I push them off without shame and stand there, letting her look her fill. “You’re beautiful.” She gulps, and her eyes flash back to my face. “And really big.”

I slide back on the bed beside her and go back to her pussy. “I’ll make it feel good, Mama.”

“Now?”

“No. Right now, I’m going to make you come on my fingers.”

Before she can protest, I start playing with her clit again. My cock is sitting eagerly on her thigh, and I feel her little hand tentatively wrap around it. My shock is replaced with a groan when she squeezes gently. “You’re so hard.”

I wrap my hand around hers and show her how I like it. When she gets it, I go back to her clit. I rub it a few times andthen tease her entrance with my finger. I do this several times until her hips are lifting, begging me to slide my finger inside her. Slowly, I start to push one in, and she gasps, her hand tightening on my cock. She’s so fucking tight and hot. I’m never going to survive when I can sink inside her. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. Yes. God, yes.”

I bury my face in her neck and work my finger back and forth, letting the heel of my palm drop to her clit. I get a good rhythm going, never letting my finger sink too far. Kira’s breath starts coming in harsh little pants, and she hooks her feet in the sheet, ripping it off. I let my eyes slide down her body and groan at her spread out for me. “Fuck, Mama.”