She didn’t move to take me, either, which I knew was a conscious choice.

I tightened my grip, then brushed the crown of my cock against her plush lips.

They soon glistened with my precum, and I almost came on the spot when her tongue snaked out to lick them.

She seemed to realize what she was doing and quickly tightened her lips.

That wouldn’t do.

I thrust my hips lightly, pushing my cock against her lips.

“Open,” I commanded.

She did, and I wasted no time forcing my cock halfway into her mouth.

She took me beautifully, and I jerked in her mouth when I looked down, saw her lips parted, her eyes expectant, waiting for me.

Wanting me.

I’d had my hand on her shoulder, but I lifted it to cup the back of her head and pushed down as I thrust my hips forward.

She opened to take more, and then more.

I could see her struggle, and her determination, and I tightened my grip when she pulled back slightly and licked the thick vein on the underside of my shaft, and then dove down again, taking me deeper.

I jerked my hips, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.

The feeling of her mouth on my cock was beyond words, but that was no surprise. Everything about Kayla exceeded any other experience I had ever had, that I had ever even dreamed about.

I felt that telltale tingling, so I pulled away and smiled when I heard her whimper.

I sat on the edge of her bed, then gestured for her. “Come sit on my cock.”

She got up gracefully and approached me.

When she was with within reach, I grabbed one of her thick, heavy thighs and her hip and then pulled her on top of me.

I lined myself up with her opening but didn’t enter her. Instead, I enjoyed her impatient huff, the way her body was bowed tight with anticipation.

When she shifted, I slipped in, just an inch, but it was enough to make my breath come out in a rough exhale.

I tightened my grip and then pulled her down, her weight on my body, the way her pussy gripped me making freeze to capture the moment.

I held her tight, probably tighter than I should have, and then I started thrusting.

Kayla didn’t just take what I gave. She rocked with me, held my shoulders tight.

I followed a drop of sweat as it rolled down her chest and then chased its path with my tongue. Licked my way back up her stomach and then took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it deep.

Grinned when she arched her back.

Then did the same with the other.

I let go and whispered, “You hate me, don’t you?”

“Yes, very much,” she responded, her voice breathy as she rode me.