He thrust his hand up her shirt and squeezed a tit. He pulled down the bra cup and mold the orb. She yelped when he pulled on the nipple. She had sensitive nipples, and she squeaked or gasped with every pinch and tug.
“So are you going to fuck me or what?” she asked when he reached for her other breast.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please? Please fuck me.”
Pulling out, he reached over and grabbed another wrapper from the candy bowl. This one contained a cock ring. After opening it, he slid the ring to the base of his shaft and turned it on. She craned her head to see the source of the vibrating sound.
“Oh my God,” she exhaled when he had plunged himself back in.
Burying himself to the hilt, he sandwiched the ring between them.
“That feels gooood...”
He thrust at an even pace, making sure to grind the cock ring against her.
“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Yes!”
Grabbing her hips with both hands, he increased the pace of his thrusts. Her words devolved into grunts and groans. And then she came undone, her pussy clenched and spasmed about his cock.
He hammered himself into her to achieve his own climax. It burst through him fast and furious, this time draining through him as pleasure electrified him from head to toe. He shoved himself hard into her and milked the last of his seed from his throbbing shaft.
He did not withdraw until his cock had become flaccid enough that the condom might slip off. But he wanted to stay inside her still. Maybe for forever.
And that wasn’t a good sentiment
Chapter Fifteen
“Jesus! I forgot about Marissa and Miguel!”
After Ben unbuckled the best that had bound her wrists, Kimani scrambled off the bed.
“I don’t think they’re too far,” Ben said, grabbing his clothes off the ground.
Her eyes widened. “You saw them? Why didn’t you tell me?”
It was a pointless question because what was done was done. Sheshimmied up her underwear and pants. Ugh. Nothing like having to pull up wet and squishy clothing.
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.
“Kimani,” he’d said.
Unable to read the emotions in his eyes, she tore herself away. “I shouldn’t keep them waiting.”
Stumbling out of the Silk room, she found Marissa and Miguel sitting on a sofa down the hallway.
“Where were you guys?” she asked.
“Well, we did look in on you,” Marissa replied, getting to her feet, “but you were kind of busy.”
Kimani flushed to the roots of her hair. In truth, she had forgotten about Marissa and Miguel.
Marissa leaned in and lowered her voice. “Hey, he was totally hot. I’d jump him, too.”
After they said goodbye to Miguel and were in the backseat of a taxi headed home, Marissa pounced. “So, who was he?”
It was the question Kimani dreaded. Looking out the window of the taxi, she drew in a breath. “A guy I met when I went undercover.”