Page 40 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Kyrie… oh my God…”

I didn't stop. Didn't rush. Just kept going until her breathing turned into gasps and her grip on my hair tightened.

“Kyrie… I⁠—”

She didn't finish the sentence. Her body tensed, and then she was falling apart beneath me, my name spilling from her lips over and over again.

I didn't pull away until she was trembling, her breathing still uneven as she tried to catch her breath.

I kissed my way back up her body, taking my time until I was hovering over her again. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, her lips parted.

“You good?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

A tired smile tugged at her lips.

“You really asking me that right now?”

I grinned.

“Just checking.”

She shook her head, her hands sliding up my chest.

“Come here.”

I didn't need to be told twice.

I kissed her again, slow and deep, as I finally pushed my joggers down and kicked them off. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt her nails dig into my back.

“You ready?” I asked, my voice rough.

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine.

“Yeah.”

I lined myself up and pushed inside her slow, watching the way her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open.

Damn…

No matter how many times we did this, it never got old. The way she felt. The way she looked at me. The way she said my name.

I started moving, slow at first, giving her time to adjust. But the second she started moving with me, matching my rhythm, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer with every thrust. She let out a moan, her nails dragging down my back, and I felt my control slipping again.

“Kyrie…”

“I know, baby,” I said, my voice strained. “I got you.”

Her breathing turned into gasps, and I could feel her tightening around me, pulling me deeper.

“Kyrie… I'm⁠—”