I taste her sweet juices as I bury my head in her pussy. I’m used to women waxing and going bare, but after having a taste of Kai’s pussy, I don’t know if I will ever go back. There is something sexy about the way her hair hides the prize from me.
“Jesus effing Christ,” she calls out as she grips my hair.
I grip her ass cheeks in my hands, holding her body tightly to my lips. She wiggles in my grasp, my touch overwhelming all her senses. No other woman responds to my touch as quickly as Kai, and it’s sexy as hell.
I want her to come over and over, until any thoughts of her painful first time are all but a distant memory.
She starts wiggling and panting so much I can tell she’s close. Her thighs squeeze around my head; her grip on my head death-defying. I can barely breathe, let alone move, she has me so tightly in her grasp, but I’ve never been so happy to be suffocated by a woman before.
I dip my tongue into her tight cunt. Pushing deeper, preparing her for what will soon be coming—my cock.
I probably shouldn’t fuck her again so soon after her first intrusion. I’m sure she’s sore, but the way her wetness is already coating my tongue, I have no doubt she wants this.
“Make me come you fucking asshole!” she screams.
I pull my tongue out of her and move back to her clit.
She explodes.
“Enzo!” she cries over and over as she comes on my mouth, her orgasm rippling through her over and over. She throws her head back; it’s like nothing exists. Zeke or Langston could walk in right now, and I don’t think she’d notice or care.
“Baby, you are going to have to open your legs so I can move my head. My cock wants a turn.”
She slowly relaxes, and I spread her legs apart wide enough to unlock my head from her grip.
“That didn’t sound like someone who hated me.”
Her eyes glisten. “I hate you.”
“You may hate me, but you love my tongue. You love my body. But most of all, you love my cock.”
I undo my pants, pull a condom from my pocket, and then drop my jeans, letting my cock free.
Her eyes immediately go to its large girth.
I smirk. I’ve been with women before who couldn’t handle my size. They gave up and stopped, unable to handle the pain. Others suffer through but only after several painful moments stretching them out.
It still amazes me how Kai handles me. She’s petite, and her pussy is no different than any other part of her.
“I don’t love your cock,” she whispers, but her eyes tell me differently. She loves it, but she’s also scared based on how last time went.
I don’t want her thinking about it. It won’t help her to dwell on my past mistakes. She does better when she’s just living in the moment.
“Tell me how much you fucking hate me, baby.”
“I hate how fucking arrogant you are.”
“Yea?” I trail kisses up her leg.
“I hate how incredibly bossy you are.”
I kiss over her sensitive clit again, and she stops talking, focusing on the
touch.
When I kiss her stomach, she starts again. “I hate how controlling you are.”
My eyes grow large looking at her breasts again. I take my time tasting each luscious mound—kissing every part and ending, sucking on her hard nipples.