Yes sir. My hand falls away and his mouth immediately replaces it, driving me to heights I’ve never been before. Three fingers join that skilled tongue of his in their quest to make me lose my mind, and it’s working. His thick fingers curl inside of me while the thumb on his other hand moves inside my ass, filling me more than I thought possible. I’m delirious with bliss and can’t resist the urge to press my pussy closer to his face. I grind myself against his face, and he growls with pleasure, rewarding my thrusts with firm strokes of his tongue.

I didn’t think it was possible for me to come again, but when he rubs circles against my clit and licks me all the way to my ass, I freeze. The pressure builds up inside of me and before I know it, I’m squirting. I coat him with my essence, and he eagerly licks every inch of my pussy and thighs to clean it up. His beard and lips shine with the proof of my release, and if I could find the energy to speak I would ask to taste some. He was right about my voice being hoarse when he was done with me because I can barely get his name out.

When my body finally stops shaking, he kisses my inner thighs and my injured leg before gently bringing my legs back down to the table, kissing and rubbing my ankles along the way.

He helps me redress myself because I’m too weak to do any lifting right now, but when he kisses me, I feel like I can go another five rounds. He laughs and lowers my arms when I try to wrap them around his neck. “Let’s go home so I can tear that ass up properly.”

If what he just did to me wasn’t proper, I’m terrified of what I’m in store for, and I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.

I don’t even remember the drive home. I may have passed out; I’m not sure. I barely register that we’ve reached our destination before Kai pops my door open and scoops me into his arms, bridal style. Closing the passenger door with his foot, he carries me up the steps, over the threshold, and to the master bedroom in record time.

We’re a mess of limbs. It takes me back to when we used to spend hours fooling around in his car in a parking garage because we couldn’t get any privacy at our houses. Except now our urgency doesn’t come from fear of being interrupted, it comes from the fact that if he’s not inside me in the next few seconds I might combust, and not in a sexual way.