Page 116 of Merry Fake Bride

“Wow,” I murmur, taking his cock in my hand. A thrill jolts through me at his sharp, eager intake of breath.

“You’re doing wonders for my ego,” he murmurs, desire curling around his words.

“Really?” I gaze up at him through my lashes and maintain eye contact while leaning forward and gently pressing my lips to his swollen crown.

Soft velvet greets me, along with a bead of pre-cum that I lap up with my tongue.

My core throbs at the slightly salty taste and Kairo’s jaw tightens, growing sharp enough to cut glass.

My hand glides from the underside of his crown down to the base of his cock and Kairo’s entire chest lifts.

His lower lip gets trapped in his teeth, and he gently grips a handful of my hair.

“You keep that up and I’ll be ruining your makeup.”

“Maybe I want you to,” I gasp, thrilled by the sudden arousal pouring through me as he gently forces my head back.

“I’m tempted, but you’ve tasted me and that’s not fair. Can I?”

His kisses are electric, his tongue powerful and his words so talented.

The thought of him between my legs is almost unthinkable, but the truth arrives within seconds.

He pushes me back onto the bed, rips my panties off with his teeth, and buries that talented mouth against my pussy like it’s his only purpose in life.

Two strokes of his hot, wet, flat tongue through my soaked folds and I come.

There’s no time for shame, though, because Kairo wraps both his arms around my thighs and moves me around the bed like I’m as light as a feather, then buries his face back against my pussy and doubles his attention.

The onslaught of pleasure is so intense I can’t breathe.

My mind is blank while heat and shivers run rampant across my arms and legs. I bury both hands in his thick hair and grip it while my toes curl, my abdomen tightens, and his tongue darts back and forth across my clit like he’s playing music.

“Kairo!”

He hums deeply and doubles his efforts.

The constant change between his flat tongue and pointed tongue drives me crazy until somehow, he works out that his firm tongue is doing so much more for me and sticks to that.

He kisses, sucks, and fucks me with his tongue and two fingers until I’m sobbing out my second orgasm and trembling so hard that I might fall apart.

And then he’s inside me.

His cock slides into me in one smooth move that leaves me gasping and breathless at the sudden stretch and pulling sensation of being filled so quickly.

My hands slap against his bare chest, but the moment he shifts as if to move away, I wrap both my arms and legs around his body and draw him closer.

“Please,” I gasp, attempting some other words that fall past my lips in a jumbled plea.

Kairo laughs softly against my ear, kissing around my jaw and then back up to my lips.

He wraps his large, thick body around me, holds me close in his achingly strong arms, and fucks me.

He fucks like a man possessed.

Every thrust is powerful and jolts me up the bed, but his grip keeps me against him until he’s curled over me with my legs in the air and his hips pistoning in and out of me like he’s some kind of machine.

Every thrust has his cock hitting that over-sensitive bundle of nerves inside me and I dance the line between intense pleasure and pain.