13. Kiana

13

KIANA

Tyson tastes like champagne. I greedily suck at his tongue as any restraint vanishes. The bowl he's holding onto clatters to the ground so he can wrap his arms around me and kiss me deeper. I happily oblige, kissing him back.

I admit I'm not thinking straight.

The champagne's washed everything in a pleasant, rosy filter that leaves me giggly and excited.

The sweet dessert he spoon-fed me didn't help. It simply turned me on, making my pussy throb as I licked my lips and the sensuality of the moment trickled over me. Tyson lingered so close, I could feel the heat rising from his skin. He thumbed the same spot where my tongue had been seconds before as if desperate to touch any part of me.

So tempted to make a move himself.

When he seized his chance and licked at the corner of my mouth, it gave me the push I needed to respond. I took a chance by refusing to let him retreat and pretend nothing had happened.

The truth is, in this moment, I want nothing more than to taste a different kind of flavor. The flavor of Tyson Jeffries as I press my lips to his and the tension we've built explodes.

It's weeks in the making as I finally admit what I've been denying myself.

Tyson is the only man I want right now.

He's the man who's been here for me during some of my most stressful moments. He's protected and guarded me with his life; he's gone a step farther and made my well-being a top priority of his.

I'm not just Kiana the superstar with him.

I'm Kiana Baduza the woman .

I'm not some commodity to be sold or a brand to be marketed in his eyes. He sees me for the person I am and keeps it real with me every step of the way.

And he's six-foot-four, two hundred and fifty pounds of brawn and muscle. He exudes masculinity and alpha energy, and I can't pretend it doesn't turn me on.

The first time we met, I told myself he wasn't my type.

But as Tyson greedily kisses my mouth and shifts me so I'm under him on the sofa, I'm certain I've never been more wrong about anything in my life.

Tyson Jeffries is my type. He's the man I didn't know I needed.

A moan escapes me in between our hot kisses. My hands slide along the thick, coarse hairs of his beard, and I clutch his face as he drops kiss after kiss on me. Some long and deep. Others hungry and fast.

Feral.

He's careful to balance his weight while on top of me, to not entirely crush me, but I'd be lying if I said the heaviness of him doesn't feel good. That it doesn't make my pussy tingle even more in anticipation of what's to come.

I've been denied affection for so long in the wake of my breakup with Shawn.

I want to feel every part of Tyson.

…and I just KNOW he has a huge dick.

This thought pierces my champagne-tipsy fog and makes me giggle as he peppers kisses to my throat. At the melodious sound of my laugh, he lifts his head enough to grin down at me, his darker eyes cloudier than usual.

"Something the matter, princess?"

I stroke his beard and peer back up at him. "I'm really happy right now. I'm feeling really good…"

…thanks to you.

"We should stop," he rasps despite the fact that he stares at my mouth when he says it. He can't help himself. "I should stop. This is against the contract."

"Goliath, I don't give a fuck about any damn contract," I say candidly. "I want you. You want me. That's all that matters. We'll worry about the rest later."

"Easy to say now, princess. But I'm a professional. I don't go around?—"

I silence him with a sweet kiss. I drag his face down to mine and kiss him like earlier, pouring every ounce of feeling I have into the gesture.

Kissing Tyson the Bison Jeffries is like kissing a beast in the best way.

He's rough against my lips. Hard under my touch.

Such an opposite to myself that it excites me. His energy surrounds me enough to make me drunk on its own. Forget about the Cristal.

"Fuck," he growls, nipping at my lips. "You taste like sugar… brown sugar. No wonder I can't get enough of you, princess."

"There's a song lyric in there somewhere," I murmur before he dots more kisses onto my skin.

He pushes aside the collar of my robe and discovers a pleasant surprise—I'm topless underneath. His wide, square jaw clenches into a hard line of muscle and his pupils dilate in real time drinking in my breasts.

I lay confidently under him, my lids hanging halfway, biting my lip to further entice him. I'm making a very simple, very bold statement— if you like what you see, do something about it.

If he had any self-restraint left, it's completely gone in a flash.

Tyson releases a gritty rumble that makes me shudder as he answers my challenge. He fills a large palm with my breast, giving it a rough squeeze. I arch at the feel of his warm palm and how he rolls a nipple between his fingers.

He returns to my mouth as he does, groping me and kissing me all at once.

We give ourselves to the moment.

We kiss hard and let our hands explore each other. I revel in the packed muscle I find wherever I touch him. The sheer stone-like feel of him is overwhelming and soaks my pussy as my imagination runs wild.

If Tyson can turn me on this much from his kisses, his hands teasing my breasts and stomach and hips, then what the hell is he capable of when he's inside me?

He scoops me up like nothing, to my tipsy giggle. What little of the robe still clung to me slips away, a forgotten crumple of fabric on the sofa. I'm in nothing more than my panties as he walks us to the huge king-sized bed and drops me down. I sit up to watch him disrobe, ripping off his clothes like he's about to shred the garments if necessary.

My mouth drops open and heat floods me.

Tyson is built like a tank. He's huge and muscled to the point it makes me speechless. His body basically its own instrument of war.

My gaze tracks down the long, wide length of him, starting at his broad chest and working its way down.

I gulp— yes, gulp —when I reach the erect python between his thighs ready to strike.

He's easily the biggest, thickest man I've ever seen. His dick's so fat I'm pretty sure it easily puts my wrist to shame.

My reaction must read on my face because he husks out a throaty laugh. He takes himself into his hand and works his hard dick in a slow stroke.

"Don't worry, princess. We'll get it to fit. But, first, you're gonna ride my face and I'm gonna make that pussy squirt."

He takes control without much more warning.

I'm still in shock over his monster dick when he joins me on the bed and then strips off my panties. I'm lifted up and plopped down on top of his chest, again like I weigh nothing to him. He tells me to climb on.

It takes me a second longer to realize he means his face .

I've never ridden a man's face before.

Shawn received more than he gave, but his tongue game was usually decent. He usually made me come… right before he moved onto what he really cared about.

As I climb up Tyson and hesitantly plant a thigh on either side of his head, he couldn't be enjoying himself any more than he is.

He's drinking in the moment, in no rush to move on despite the way his huge, erect dick juts in the air.

He's looking forward to tasting me, smelling me, experiencing this very intimate part of me.

"Tyson…" I mutter, trailing off uncertainly.

"Princess, if you don't stop talking and start smothering me with this delicious fucking pussy, I'll do it for you." He adds a wink to the command, calming my nerves and erasing any doubt.

I smirk and give him what he wants.

I mash my pussy into his face. An immediate shudder racks through me. His lips meet my pussy lips, his tongue swiping out to touch my clit.

"Oh… that…" I gasp out. "That feels so… so good! OH!"

I begin doing what feels natural, rocking my hips against his face. Tyson's hooked his arms around my thighs to keep me where I am, his mouth hard at work pleasuring my pussy.

He licks at my folds, stimulating the delicate, swollen flesh, and then suckles at my clit, blowing on the little nub in between.

I deepen my rocking motion, my hips gyrating even harder. I reach in front of me to the curved headboard for balance and leverage.

When he groans, the feral sound vibrates against my pussy. It sends tingles shooting through me, bursting from the nerve endings in my pussy and traveling everywhere else. I grip the headboard tighter and swing my hips back and forth against his face.

His coarse beard scratches the soft flesh of my inner thighs. Another sensation that feels so good.

His palms have the same effect. Squeezing my thighs in his powerful grip, he encourages me to keep going.

Rock even harder against him.

My pussy slips and slides along the angular contours of his face, from his nose to his mouth and jaw. His tongue pushes deep into me, reaching a part of me I never imagined he would.

It feels unreal, almost too good to be true.

Pleasure rises up as I clench my eyes shut and my gyrations grow frantic.

His tongue flicks against my rippling walls 'til I can hold on no longer.

My orgasm floods me like a dam that can no longer hold. I come with a scream that's almost its own melody, my whole-body trembling.

But it's not just any orgasm—it's an orgasm that jets through me so powerfully, I do more than come.

Clear liquid gushes out of me and soaks Tyson's beard. It slips past his lips as he suckles at me and drinks as if he's being nourished by my essence.

I've squirted.

My cheeks warm even more, the rest of my skin already flushed.

I'm gushing wet when Tyson finishes licking up my juices and lifts me off him. He lays me down and grins wide. His face—his nose, his lips, his damn beard —all glisten with evidence of me.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, princess," he says. His voice is huskier than ever, deepened by arousal.

If possible, he's grown even larger, the veins in his dick throbbing and protruding.

He strokes himself a couple times as he leans over me and lines himself up at my soaked, swollen slit.

I moan from anticipation. He feels so good even just rubbing against me.

"Goliath…" I croak, still half out of it. My head spins from the intense orgasm and the champagne I've had. "I want your huge monster dick inside me."

He chuckles and then drops a kiss to my jaw. "Is that right, princess? You sure you can handle it?"

"Mmmm… I'll find a way…" I murmur, spreading my legs wider.

He groans and slicks himself some more with my arousal, then pushes in slightly. He stops at his head and takes a second to bask in how it feels to be partially inside me.

Tiny little sparks tingle along my entrance, a precursor of what's to come.

My lids flutter closed before forcefully snapping open again.

"Look me in the eye, princess," he commands, gripping my throat to force my gaze to his. "I want you to watch me as I fuck you."

Tyson slams the rest of the way into me, stealing the air from my lungs. He bottoms out on stroke one, and there's still more of his cock to take. More of his length that can't even fit inside me as his muscles twitch and his feral groans fill the room.

I'm pinned down, stuffed with as much of his dick as I can take, my jaw dropped open from the intensity of him.

He's so thick. He's beyond thick.

He's enough to rip me in half.

I can feel my walls stretching to accommodate him, even as wet and slick as I am. But as shocking as it is, as much as it is to take, I have one thought in my foggy head.

More.

Give. Me. More.

Tyson squeezes the side of my throat for my attention, then plants a deep kiss on my lips.

His hips begin to move, his stroke impeccable from the start. The best I've ever had. It's like he knows—or at least senses—what I need. He knows just how to move, just how to work his hips to hit all the right angles.

My pussy ripples around him, so wet I'm squelching as I take him.

He pushes my legs back to open me up even more and strokes into me deep and smooth. His powerful hips carved of muscle collide with mine as he sinks as deep as he can, and a rumble sounds from his throat.

We kiss and suck at each other, the passion so raw it's animalistic.

I come a second time. Pleasure erupts from within and has me biting his lip. He simply growls in response and then fucks me harder.

His hips crash down. His dick drills into me. He pounds into me harder, gathering speed 'til he's buried to the hilt and stars dart before my eyes. But every time I try to close them, he squeezes my throat and commands me to keep them open.

For me to watch him fuck me.

He presses his brow to mine, our gazes on each other, and he drives into me like a madman. I can't breathe as his strokes come so long and deep, all air ceases to exist. I hold onto him by digging my nails into his arms and shuddering at his thick dick stretching me more than I've ever been before.

My body's still buzzing from my second orgasm when I roll into my third. This one syncs with Tyson's as he slams into me again and reaches his threshold. My pussy's clamped down on his dick and he can hold on no longer.

We come together in shared moans and full-body-racking pleasure.

We never talked about protection or contraception, but I have an IUD. Still, it's more reckless than I usually am.

Yet, as Tyson releases his cum inside my quivering pussy, I'm welcoming it. I'm spread wide and tingling from how sexy and real it feels. The moment between us was so unplanned and unexpected, but I wouldn't trade a second of it.

He pulls out to admire his work. The mess we've made and how I'm dripping with evidence of him.

"Fuck, princess," he pants, his breaths labored. "You should see you right now. I'll die a happy man after this."

I smile before he can't help going in for a kiss. Our lips come together despite our breathless pants for air. Neither of us want to leave this moment, so we decide to stay in it. We clean ourselves up and put our robes back on and grab our plates of food.

The movie's still playing.

We settle in bed and dig in, determined to keep the rest of the world out as long as we can.