I reach for her pants, and she swats my hand away.
“Just kiss me and hump me like two teenagers making out on their parents’ couch. Only when you can’t help but not have me do I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus.
I’m already there, but I don’t tell her that. I flip us over and do exactly what she asks. She wants to get a teenage experience she never had, fine. But after that, she is going to get all man.
I drive my hips into her spread legs, letting her feel as much as she can through our clothes as I dip my tongue in and out of her mouth, kissing her like she’s never been kissed before.
My kisses should be messy and drunk, but they’ve never been so focused on my mission of getting Kai to beg for me to strip her naked and fuck her with my fingers, tongue, and cock.
I want it all tonight.
She didn’t tell me what she fears yet, but I want to take it all away. I will drive it away with sex—at least for tonight. And tomorrow, I’ll figure out what looms over her.
I grind my cock again into her core as her body grips my waist with her legs, begging for so much more than she will ever admit to me.
What are you hiding, pretty girl?
I want to fuck it out of her, but that’s not fair. She told me her truth during the game. Now I just have to figure out my own truth.
I don’t know how teenagers make out on the couch anymore. That was something I was never privileged enough to experience. Not because I didn’t have women lining up for me at that age, but because my youth was stolen too soon. At that age, I was treated like a man. My fucks were with women, not teenaged girls.
“Are you okay?” Kai asks, stopping our kisses and looking into my eyes like she can see what haunts me.
I smirk. “Yes, I’m about to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world.”
She cocks her head. “You already decided you are going to get lucky, huh? You still have to win me over, convince me to fuck you.”
I nuzzle her neck and kiss the tender spot there. “I already have.”
I want to torture her slowly, but I have no patience or self control when it comes to her. She controls my body and soul. I’ve never been in a more dangerous position than when I’m with her.
“Fuck me, Black.”
One command and I yield to her.
I could never deny her.
Before this is all over I’m going to sacrifice everything for this woman, I can feel it deep down to my bones.
I pull her pants down before sliding my own down. I barely have time to sheath myself with a condom before my cock grows a mind of its own and slides into her slick pussy.
She groans, and I lose my shit.
Why does making her feel good drive my every action?
Why does she have this hold over me?
I thrust, feeling her tightness and enjoying the beautiful glaze of her eyes as she releases whatever fear she’s dreading.
What is it about Kai that makes everything different?
She has a pussy and a tight body like every other woman I’ve been with. She’s beautiful and smart and fearless, but there are plenty of women in the world with similar attributes.
Is it because we share similar life experiences? Both raised by fathers more concerned with winning an empire than raising children? Both spending our entire adult lives fighting for something we don’t really want?
That’s part of it, but there is something deeper I don’t understand. And when my cock is inside her, like it is now, I have no hope of figuring it out.