Page 58 of Kobalt

“I really am sorry, Kobe. Please, baby, please!”

I had pulled her toward the edge of the bed, and she was only holding onto the edge while I slammed into her guts.

“Nah, baby. This that li’l reminder about who I am.” My movements became faster as I rammed into her like a piston.”

“I have to cum, baby.”

“Don’t let me stop you. Give me what you got, Kai.”

She released all down my dick as she cried out and finally let go of the sheets, half hanging upside down.

“I want you on your knees, ma. I’m not finish with you,” I replied, lifting my tank top that I still wore to wipe the sweat from my face.

She crawled tiredly onto the floor, and I snatched my tank top off.

Once she was on all fours and in the position that I needed her, I spread some lube in her ass and slowly worked it in. I slid a finger into her, but then I decided to switch up my initial plan. I kneeled behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I spit into her ass and slowly inserted my tongue.

“Oh, baby. You’ve got me turned on all over again.” She moaned and thrust her ass out.

I rimmed her back entrance with my tongue plastered against her and my fingers in her cunt. She leaked all around me as she mewled out loud, begging for more and begging me to stop at once. When I knew she was loose enough and really ready for me, I finally slid my dick into her tight rear entrance.

“Oh fuck!” She banged her fist on the floor as her back door tightened around me.

“Aww fuck is right, baby. You’re so tight.” I grumbled through clenched teeth. My balls tightened, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded inside of her.

When I did, my entire body went still, and Kaimera squeezed and relaxed her asshole repeatedly to milk my dick of all the nut inside of it.

We collapsed on the floor with her wrapped in my arms.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?” she asked a couple hours later when we were seated on the lanai of our villa.

She’d ordered red snapper, garlic mashed potatoes, maple glazed carrots, chayote, and bolillo. I opted for the cochinita pibil, which was a slow-roasted pork marinated in a sour orange juice and a paste in tacos.

“I should be asking you that question. More than anything, I’m enjoying you having fun, discovering that you also have an adrenaline-filled side.”

She laughed. “That’s because of you. You inspire me.”

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. “As long as we continue inspiring each other, we have nowhere to go but up from here.”

“I know. Kobe, I’m so excited for our future and the possibilities that it holds.”

“Me too. I think—baby, you okay?”

She had covered her mouth with her hand, and she jumped up from the chair. I jumped up and followed her inside as she raced to the bathroom and flopped to her knees. My hands gripped her braids and pulled them back just as she gripped the edge of the toilet and spewed forth most of what she’d just eaten.

I felt helpless as she went through a few rounds of vomiting where it seemed to steal all her strength and energy. Her eyes were watery, and her breathing was labored. When she finally finished, she tried to stand, but I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed.

With her arms wrapped around me, she protested the entire way.

“Baby, let me take care of you. I can tell that took a lot out of you. You need to rest.”

“No. I need to brush my teeth.”

“You can worry about all that later.”

“Kobe, I’ve got yuck mouth.”

“No, it looks like you might have food poisoning. You think it was something you ate last night or what?”