He reaches down to his pants to pull a condom from his pocket, but I put my hand up to stop him. “Wait. I, um, I want to feel you. I’m recently tested and I have an IUD.” I haven’t had sex without protection since the last time Kai and I did that which led to our unborn baby. The thought of going bare again sends me into a slight panic, but my desire to feel him completely when our bodies reunite overpowers the sensation. He’s the only one I would trust with this.

His eyes soften as he brushes his hand across my cheek. “I’ve tested negative recently too. Are you sure you’re ready, baby? Because I don’t think I can be gentle this first time.”

“I don’t want gentle, Kai. Wreck me again.”

He wastes no time pushing into me, and the pressure against my G-spot is instantaneous, making my back arch off the bed. Fuck. What the hell was he thinking getting this piercing? A man with a dick this impressive doesn’t need any further enhancements. He leans down to kiss me, tangling my moans with his.

“You were made for me,” he says, peppering kisses along my jaw and chest before he leans up and throws my injured leg up on his shoulder. The slight bite of pain enhances my pleasure, but when he begins massaging and kissing my injured leg to make sure I’m okay, I almost come right there because, God, how is he so gentle and aggressive at the same damn time. My soft mewls become more frenzied the quicker his strokes become. Kai’s dick is going to be the death of me, and I will gladly plan my funeral right now if it means this feeling never ends.

“Oh fuck, Kai. More.”

He grins at my command. Then, he reaches his hand down to grip my throat and squeeze. I slap my hand on top of his to make him increase the pressure and he does. He squeezes to the point that all of my senses are heightened. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and my pussy clenching around him. My throat bulges against his hand as I try to moan.

“You want more, Olivia?” he asks.

I nod emphatically. He loosens his grip on my throat just enough for me to speak. “I want it all.”

He picks my other leg up to put it over his shoulder so he can hit another angle, and my vision blurs.

Nothing has ever felt better than this. I don’t have the voice to muster up another scream. The best I can do is whimper through my pleasure.