Trust Me: Matty and Kayla, Book 3 of 3 (The McDaniels Brothers 7) by Christine Bell Page B
Authors: Christine Bell
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kiss deeper, pressing her to the mattress, circling my tongue against hers until her thighs spread to make room for me.
I braced myself above her and took my cock in hand, rubbing the thick head against her slick folds, circling her clit until she bucked beneath me. I felt every gasp and shudder against my mouth, but I wouldn’t let up.
“Please,” she mumbled against my lips.
Even though it killed me. Even though every second I went without pushing myself inside of her, my cock throbbed nearly to the point of pain, I held out. Because as soon as I did, it might be the last time. The last time I slid inside her. The last time I made her scream. The last time I ever touched this body in that way again.
And I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
I dropped my lips to her throat and trailed kisses along her skin, pausing at her earlobe to nibble and tease her.
All the while I could hear her breath getting shallower, and she let out a low, slow moan.
“Matty,” she breathed. “Please. I need you.”
And there it was. I had made a promise.
Everything she needs.
I gripped myself more firmly, and then, with one thrust…one silken slide, my mind splintered apart.
She was the best kind of tight, the most perfect kind of warm, and in an instant, I was torn between the urge to go slow, feeling her sweet pink pussy pulse against me, inch by inch, or to push myself deeper, filling her to bursting with each thrust until there was nowhere else to go.
All I knew for sure was that I didn't want this to end. But after all this teasing, my cock was a cruel master and would never allow me to hold perfectly still, as much as I wanted to savor the moment.
I moved mindlessly, working myself in and out of her in slow, dragging strokes.
She clenched around me, and I watched as color flooded her cheeks and trailed down her neck.
“You feel perfect,” she whimpered and then wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper.
It was all just so natural, the way our bodies moved together, and when I dropped my lips to her throat again, I found myself filled with a new kind of desperation. Like, if I kissed her fiercely enough, I might be able to make time pass a little slower.
Her heels dug into my ass and I swallowed hard, trying my best to focus on anything other than exactly how wet and tight and warm she felt. To think about baseball or something other than the way her soft, full breasts pressed against me.
Jesus Christ.
I pushed up onto my knees until I could see all of her. Her pink nipples, tight and hard. Her flat stomach and rounded hips. The juncture between her thighs where I slid in and out of her, hard and glistening.
I fought it, growling deep in my throat, but the second I caught sight of the way our bodies moved together, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I gripped her hips and pounded forward, wincing in pleasure pain as her tight channel gripped me. Her breasts bounced with every move, pulling me into a trance, and I cupped them, pinching one nipple between thumb and forefinger until she cried out. There was no more taking it slow. The finish line was near, and neither of our bodies were willing to wait. She pulsed around me, trembling, her grasping heat a siren’s song.
Her gaze locked with mine and I saw something there that made my whole body tense.
Love.
She might be too wounded to say it, but Kayla James was in love with me.
Relief and sadness and joy flowed through me all at once. It was a hell of a time for that revelation and the bittersweetness of the moment almost too much to handle.
I slowed my thrusts and slid a hand between us, stroking her swollen clit with my thumb. “Come for me, Red,” I murmured, nearly out of my head with the need to feel her come apart around me.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as I pushed deep.
Her legs flexed and I closed my eyes, taking in every quake and jerk of her shuddering muscles as she came. What I wouldn't give to bottle this feeling. Knowing, in that moment,
I braced myself above her and took my cock in hand, rubbing the thick head against her slick folds, circling her clit until she bucked beneath me. I felt every gasp and shudder against my mouth, but I wouldn’t let up.
“Please,” she mumbled against my lips.
Even though it killed me. Even though every second I went without pushing myself inside of her, my cock throbbed nearly to the point of pain, I held out. Because as soon as I did, it might be the last time. The last time I slid inside her. The last time I made her scream. The last time I ever touched this body in that way again.
And I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
I dropped my lips to her throat and trailed kisses along her skin, pausing at her earlobe to nibble and tease her.
All the while I could hear her breath getting shallower, and she let out a low, slow moan.
“Matty,” she breathed. “Please. I need you.”
And there it was. I had made a promise.
Everything she needs.
I gripped myself more firmly, and then, with one thrust…one silken slide, my mind splintered apart.
She was the best kind of tight, the most perfect kind of warm, and in an instant, I was torn between the urge to go slow, feeling her sweet pink pussy pulse against me, inch by inch, or to push myself deeper, filling her to bursting with each thrust until there was nowhere else to go.
All I knew for sure was that I didn't want this to end. But after all this teasing, my cock was a cruel master and would never allow me to hold perfectly still, as much as I wanted to savor the moment.
I moved mindlessly, working myself in and out of her in slow, dragging strokes.
She clenched around me, and I watched as color flooded her cheeks and trailed down her neck.
“You feel perfect,” she whimpered and then wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper.
It was all just so natural, the way our bodies moved together, and when I dropped my lips to her throat again, I found myself filled with a new kind of desperation. Like, if I kissed her fiercely enough, I might be able to make time pass a little slower.
Her heels dug into my ass and I swallowed hard, trying my best to focus on anything other than exactly how wet and tight and warm she felt. To think about baseball or something other than the way her soft, full breasts pressed against me.
Jesus Christ.
I pushed up onto my knees until I could see all of her. Her pink nipples, tight and hard. Her flat stomach and rounded hips. The juncture between her thighs where I slid in and out of her, hard and glistening.
I fought it, growling deep in my throat, but the second I caught sight of the way our bodies moved together, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I gripped her hips and pounded forward, wincing in pleasure pain as her tight channel gripped me. Her breasts bounced with every move, pulling me into a trance, and I cupped them, pinching one nipple between thumb and forefinger until she cried out. There was no more taking it slow. The finish line was near, and neither of our bodies were willing to wait. She pulsed around me, trembling, her grasping heat a siren’s song.
Her gaze locked with mine and I saw something there that made my whole body tense.
Love.
She might be too wounded to say it, but Kayla James was in love with me.
Relief and sadness and joy flowed through me all at once. It was a hell of a time for that revelation and the bittersweetness of the moment almost too much to handle.
I slowed my thrusts and slid a hand between us, stroking her swollen clit with my thumb. “Come for me, Red,” I murmured, nearly out of my head with the need to feel her come apart around me.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as I pushed deep.
Her legs flexed and I closed my eyes, taking in every quake and jerk of her shuddering muscles as she came. What I wouldn't give to bottle this feeling. Knowing, in that moment,
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