Page 91 of XO Karma

Fuckkkkk.

If her blade doesn’t kill me, the blue balls might.

Swiping my fingers between her wetness, I circle her entrance. When her eyes meet mine, I plunge inside, eliciting another whine. “Shit.” Her hips buck as I massage her inner walls, and her head falls back. “So. Good.”

“Imagine how incredible it’ll feel when I’m inside of you.” I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers, and she gasps as her lust-filled eyes find mine once more. “Sit on my face.” She removes the blade from my neck, then stabs it into the wooden headboard with a bang. Sitting, I slide one hand around her waist, holding her against me, and with the other I reach around her to unclasp her bra. It snaps free, and she shimmies it off, discarding it behind her. My eyes drop to her nipples. Her beautiful, perfect, perky nipples. My hands have a mind of their own and take one in each palm, rubbing my thumbs over the nubs.

“What is it with men and boobs?” she asks, and I scowl.

“Stop talking about other men.”

“Okay, so my last girlfriend did this thing where⁠—”

“Women either,” I cut her off.

“What are you going to do?” She bats her beautiful long lashes. “Spank me?”

The grin that spreads across my face is wicked, and within seconds, I have her flipped over, ass up, and deliver a stinging spank. She yelps, my hand throbbing as the beautiful skin immediately reddens. I lean forward and place soft kisses on the raised marking, rubbing over it gently with my thumb. She sighs as I kiss closer and closer to the string of her thong. I yank the dagger from the headboard, then rest the tip against the nape of her neck. She sucks in a sharp breath as I slide it lightly down her spine, careful of the pressure.

“Should I leave you a marking of your own?” I ask, and she shivers.

“If you’re a good boy, maybe next time I’ll consider it.” My dick jumps. Fuck. I drag the blade to the side of her thong, dipping under the fabric. With a flick of my wrist, I’ve sliced through the material. “Did you just⁠—”

“Yes,” I say, cutting her off, grazing the blade against her skin to the other side and repeating the motion. The lace crumples, and I grab the material, shoving it in my pocket.

With a thunk, the knife finds its home in the headboard once more, and I return my hand between her legs. She elicits a throaty moan as her arousal coats me. So warm. So wet. So mine.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. “Baby.” I groan at her sweet taste, scooting back on the mattress. “If you don’t sit on my face in the next ten seconds, I’ll die of thirst.”

She laughs, crawling after me, and drags a pointer under the waistband of my pants. “Only if I get to have a taste first.” She undoes the button and unzips them. I throw my head against the pillow, willing myself not to do something embarrassing like come in her face.

I lift my hips as she tugs off my jeans and boxers in one motion, my hardened dick popping free. Once they’re discarded, drool practically falls out of her mouth, and pride fills me. She encircles her fingers around my length, and a groan slips past my lips as she strokes it, then glides her tongue around the tip. A moment later, my cock is in her mouth, and she sucks so sloppily I have an out of body experience. I don’t know if it’s heaven or hell or the infiniteness of the cosmos. But so long as she’s here, I never want to leave.

My fingers grasp her hair, holding tight as she bobs on and off me, saliva dripping down my shaft. I’m so damn close, but there’s no way I’m coming before she does. That would be a tragedy. An embarrassing, never-showing-my-face-in-public-again, otherworldly tragedy.

Refusing to be a one pump chump, I slide my hands under her arms and pull her. She releases my dick with a pop.

“What are you doing?” She giggles as I drag her up my body.

“Sit. On. My. Face.” A moment later, I’m feasting upon the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her arousal coats my tongue, and when I said I’d die of thirst, I wasn’t kidding because I could spend the rest of my life between these pretty thighs and never need to leave. My orgasmic oasis in this desolate desert of life.

Writhing above me, Lily grips the headboard. The range of expletives and moans that escapes her mouth as I lick, and suck, and toy with her opening should be studied. And just when her body starts to tremble and I know she’s moments from falling over the edge, I pull her off and roll us so she’s beneath me.

“Aster,” she whines, and I swipe a stray hair out of her frustrated, sweat-glistening face.

“I want to fuck you.” My breaths are heavy, body buzzing with need. “More than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my entire life.”

She gnaws on her lower lip. “Then do it.”

“You sure?” Shut the hell up, you idiot.

“Please,” she begs, and I reach toward my bedside table, retrieve a condom, and rip the plastic open with my teeth.

Seconds later it’s securely on, and thank fuck, because just the idea of being buried inside her has pre-cum dripping out of my tip. She drops her legs open in invitation, and I slide between them, hovering over her body. Leaning down, I press a gentle kiss to her lips, my hand gripping my length and swiping between her legs to coat myself in her wetness. She trembles beneath me, and when I thrust inside, her hands find my back, nails digging in. I’m already imagining the tattoo I could get from the scars of her claw marks. Mark me up, baby.

“Oh, yes,” she moans, and I wrap my fingers around her throat. Her pulse pounds against my thumb, and my stomach tightens as a rush of heat surges through my entire body all the way to my engorged tip. “Tighter,” she directs, and it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t come on the spot.

Increasing the pressure slightly, I’m careful to ensure she’s still obtaining oxygen. “Tap my wrist if it’s too much,” I instruct, and she nods, a lazy smile spreading across her face.