Page 11 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)

THEA

Ever so slowly, Kiran inserts himself into me, inch by aching inch. His thick, textured cock seems to perfectly touch and stroke every centimeter inside of me, making my eyes roll back in my head.

There is no fucking way I’ll be able to last long like this.

Kiran moans, and it’s a delicious, sweet, torturous sound that speaks directly to each erogenous zone of mine that exists.

I slam a palm to his chest. “Stop.”

He does so with a, “What? Why?”

“Can you wait to make those amazing noises until I can acclimate to you a bit? If not, I’m going to come just from hearing them.”

Keeping himself buried inside me, he moves his torso up mine until both of his arms box in my head and basically descends into the first part of a push-up. Once he’s close enough, he places his mouth directly to my ear. “Do my noises turn you on, sweet girl?” he coos.

With closed eyes, I nod against his mouth so he can feel it, fighting to keep my orgasm at bay. Why do his words seem to speak directly to my pussy? Am I really that worked up from not getting laid in so long?

Something happens inside my vagina. Like, a good thing. Kiran’s not moving his body above me, but his penis is working some kind of magic in there. I groan as I feel his cock swell to completely fill me in a way that has all of those bumps I saw earlier grazing and vibrating against my walls.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell. “Yes. Oh, Kiran. That feels so fucking good.”

His mouth is still against my ear. “And you expect me to be quiet when your filthy mouth reacts this way to me? To the way my cock pleases you?”

Kiran pulls out a little before pushing back in at a snail’s pace, and oh my God, I might only last a minute at this rate. But honestly? Who the fuck cares? We agreed to a night-long sexcapade. I’ll have hours to work on my stamina when it comes to him and his sexy mouth.

“So, what do you say, Thea? When can I show you just how good you’re making me feel, too?”

“Now,” I breathe out.

As Kiran moves back out and in with slow, torturous strokes, my next orgasm begins stirring within me.

“I’m getting close, Kiran. Like, really fucking close.”

He releases a big moan, a few beads of sweat that smell like fresh rain dripping down onto my forehead as he brings his mouth to mine.

Our groans mix together at the same time our tongues intertwine. Kiran pumps faster, our kisses grow messy, and the vibrations against my walls intensify.

A scream works its way up my throat. It feels like my skin is going to rip open, like I’m literally about to combust. The feel of his textured tongue against mine only heightens everything.

With a pop that permeates the air, Kiran pulls his lips from mine, and just like in all my masturbation fantasies, words and noises leak from his lips like Peter Piper’s instrument drawing my orgasm out. I go feral for a noisy man.

“Fuck, Thea. This pussy—” He gasps. “It was…made for my cock. Uh. Can—” His pumps stop his words for a second. “Can I come inside you?”

“Yes. Please, yes, Kiran.”

We erupt. I pulse around him as he spills into me, his cum warm and thick as our chests heave against one another’s.

A few minutes pass before Kiran carefully pulls himself out. My orgasm thrums throughout his retreat, and I can’t help staring at his powerful chest that continues to heave with his heavy breaths.

But my orgasm doesn’t stop. It continues on and on and on…

“Kiran,” I moan. “I’m still…” I yelp.

His hands pull my legs and lips apart, and his eyes stare down at where I can feel his release dripping out of me with each spasm. “Coming. Yes, I know, baby. Our ejaculation does that. It has a euphoric property that extends the length of your pleasure. Does it feel good, Thea?”

“Uhhh. I don’t know.”

He places his fingers just under my opening before pushing them back in. I can tell he’s trying to push the cum back inside. “We have to work on that endurance, sweet girl.”

I watch as Kiran lowers his head to my mound, his eyes unblinkingly locked on mine. My body shivers when he places a few soft kisses to my skin.

And then his tongue flicks at my clit, making my body convulse in a way that almost has me completing a full sit-up.

“Kiran!” I scream.

I’ve never had an orgasm go on this long, and I can’t tell if it hurts or not.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Focus on my tongue as the effects wear off. You’re doing such a good job, Thea,” he murmurs against my sensitive bud. “There you go.”

Closing my eyes, I focus on those delightful licks and flicks instead of the pulsing pressure working its way out of my body.