Chapter 27

Kali

I'm lying on my bed, waiting for Wade to appear.

He knows what he's doing by making me wait.

My heart is booming with anticipation. I'm unsure if it can take another minute.

"Spread those legs wide for me, baby. Let me see what's mine." He walks through the doorway of my bedroom.

I part myself for him and spread my legs wider. Digging my heels into the bed.

Walking with confidence across the room, his hard cock bobs up and down and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting him again.

Between my legs, on his hands and knees, he moves up the bed in my direction. Kissing every inch of my skin on one leg and then the other. Flattening his tongue, he presses it hard against my clit, causing my back to bow off the bed.

Continuing up my body, he lays a runway of soft kisses over my hip, then my stomach, and bites a nipple teasingly as he passes on the way up to my neck and jaw. He worships me as if I am a goddess.

My adrenaline rises, making my heart beat at an abnormal rhythm, unable to handle the anticipation.

Hovering above me, looking down, he sexily grins. "Hey, beautiful." His fingers tickle my sides when he slowly brushes up my ribs. "Do you know how sexy I find you?"

This man.

I shake my head against the pillows. "No."

"Let me show you." Placing his hand around my wrist, he then guides my hand down to his cock and wraps my fingers around it before releasing his hold, allowing me to take control.

Eyes closed, he tilts his head to the side. "Fuck, you have the softest hands." I stroke him up and down, making his mouth drop open, and a long groan leaves his throat, as if he's going to come there and then.

He digs his fingertips into my hips. "God, that's so fucking good."

"It's about to get better." I spread my legs wider, place my hand on his ass and guide his cock to my entrance.

"Condom," he mutters like he's struggling to speak.

"I'm on the pill. I'm clean. I got a full check after..." I drift off. I'm not saying his name while holding Wade's dick. That feels wrong.

"I get tested all the time. I'm clean," he shoots back, sounding as eager as I am.

I want this with him.

It feels right.

"I'm so wet for you. Fuck me, Wade."

The head of his cock touches my entrance. "God, baby. Your thighs are covered in your juices. This all for me?"

"Only you." I gasp when he pushes in a little. Warmth flutters low in my belly, and desire sizzles, making my skin hotter than hell for him.

Eyes fixed on me, he pushes in some more and I hiss from his thick girth.

He stops. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Just give me a second. Your dick is beautiful, but it's big." He's big all over and I find that so sexy. "Move, please," I beg. "All I've thought about since Monday is what you'd feel like inside of me."

His cock twitches, telling me he finds pleasure in my words.

"I want to make you feel good, baby, but I don't want to hurt you."

I reach up and cup his face. I thought he would be desperate to fuck and find his release, but he's kind and gentle with me, taking his time, which has the power to unravel me. It's unexpected, which makes me like him even more, and if I were ten years younger, I'd most likely fall in love with him. "You're perfect."

That familiar flinch across his face flickers for a millisecond, meaning he doesn't believe me.

"Now fuck me, Wade. Don't hold back." I cup the back of his neck.

Painfully slow, he moves again, pushing in some more before pulling back out again.

Inch by inch, his eyes never leave mine until he's fully inside me.

His blue eyes flare as he holds himself inside of me and doesn't move. His incredible length stretches me in pleasurable ways as he allows me time for my body to accommodate him.

Jaw loose, he drops his forehead to mine. "You feel so good." His lips find mine, our tongues twirling round each other, and finally he begins moving again as our tongues lick and taste one another. I can't quite believe this is finally happening and how close I feel to him.

The intense feelings I have make me feel like I'm free falling without a parachute.

He thrusts his hips with a little more intensity, driving my senses wild with desire.

I want to do this with him all the time. Nothing has ever felt this good or right. His cock igniting my spark into a blaze.

Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he scatters kisses across my jaw, his deft fingers pinch my nipple, making me whimper in pleasure.

Quicker now, he really starts to move.

Undulating his hips in waves, hell, does he know how to fuck. The head of his cock hitting my sweet spot deep inside me and I know I'm going to be screaming his name within minutes.

Grabbing my ass, he holds my leg around his waist, and I watch with fascination as his body moves in ways I could only dream of. The low light of the room highlights every sculpted line of muscle.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight." He gasps, his open mouth against mine, our hot breath dusting each other's skin.

A wave of pleasure crashes through me, and a rush of wetness coats his cock.

"Yes, baby, fucking take me." Digging his knees into the mattress, he picks up momentum and pistons into me, his cock hammering my G-spot, my orgasm building deep in my core.

"Wade," I cry out. The feel of him fucking me is better than I ever could have imagined.

Changing position, he brings my legs up, placing them on either side of his head and wraps his arms around my thighs, hugging them tight, he plows into me.

All resistance gone, in this position, it's so deep and rough… passionate, as he does all the work. My breasts bouncing from the force of his movement. His strained muscles contracting with every movement and covered in a sheen of perspiration, his hooded eyes look down to where our bodies join.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he yells, slamming into me, making me fist the comforter between my fingers.

"So deep." I can barely breathe, as it feels like he's trying to push all the air out of my lungs. "Feels so good." I clamp my ankles tighter around his neck, the tempo of his pace quickening.

Then he does the most unexpected thing. He kisses my ankle, then my foot as he hammers into me. It's a sharp contrast; a mix of tenderness and wildness.

His hard thrusts become frenzied, digging his fingertips into the flesh of my thighs with enough strength I know will leave bruises.

Pummeling me into the bed, his balls slap off my ass and I love every hot minute of the unforgiving pace and sound of us echoing out into the room.

I can't stop looking at this gorgeous man who wants me and thinks I'm beautiful. His body is a work of art and should be on a billboard in Times Square for everyone to admire.

Pleasure rising, his eyes shimmer with intensity. "This. Pussy. Is. Mine." He punctuates every word with every thrust.

"Yes." I agree, almost yelling.

"Shit, baby, are you close?"

I arch my back off the bed, pushing him further inside of me, and cry out for him to fuck me harder with his long dick that I swear is trying to puncture my cervix.

Over and over again he drives into me, and when the head of his cock hits me deep, I call out his name as I come, a sense of delicious warmth bursting in my core, my walls clench all around his cock and he's right there with me as my orgasm hits me with the force of a hurricane, obliterating everything I thought I knew sex could be in its path.

Roaring his release, neck stretched back, he spills himself inside of me, as we both come together in quivering waves. His grip tightens around my legs before he lets go and closes the distance between us, crashing his lips to mine.

Skin to skin, perspiration covering our bodies, he seals us together and continues to slide in and out of me, emptying himself completely. Digging the heels of my shoes into the mattress, I meet every hip move he makes, keeping us locked together, because I want to stay like this forever.

My pussy flutters around him, my body humming with how incredible he feels inside of me, and how hard he made me come.

Brushing my hands over the skin across his shoulders, he moans in pleasure as I tickle his skin, obviously enjoying the careful way I explore his gloriously athletic body.

"That feels good, baby. I love the way you touch me."

Forearms on either side of my head, he kisses me tenderly. I can feel his heart beating in time with mine.

Searching for my hands, he threads our fingers together and pushes them up over our heads, gripping me tight as if I will run away from him. Which I won't.

His cock thickens inside of me as he continues to attack my lips.

Spreading his legs wide, he begins moving again.

"Again?" I pant, coming up for air.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks. I'm so hard for you."

Weeks. Not days.

And praise the Lord for being with a younger man, who has a super short recharge time.

Peppering kisses across my jaw and down my neck, he drives into me with his powerful body again. The slick feeling of his cum mixed with mine drips out of my pussy and onto my thighs.

"Come for me again," Wade demands, pinning my hands harder to the mattress, and I tilt my hips to rub my clit against his pubic bone.

"Your cock feels so good. My pussy is yours." I'm on the cusp of coming again.

"All mine?" A low growl leaves his throat, making his chest vibrate against mine.

"Yes."

"Good girl." He continues to fuck me. Hard. "Now scream my name when you come."

As he fucks me again at an unrelenting rhythmic pace, he utters deliciously filthy words about my pussy and how hard I make him, along with threats of spanking me if I don't come for him. And that's all it takes to have me squirming beneath him as another orgasm crashes into me. My body locking, fingers clenched around his, my toes curling in my shoes and my pussy clenching around his cock, I scream his name as he fucks me through another orgasm and gives me no time to recover.

His cock pulsing inside of me, he powers into me faster, chasing his own release causing another orgasm to build between my thighs. "Oh, my, God," I cry out in shock.

"Give it to me. Let go and fucking come again, Kali," he rasps, sounding wild and dangerous, then groans.

Pleasure builds in my core, spreading through my hips and spine at his words and together we come undone as our orgasms rip through us. White spots dance behind my eyes as my orgasm overwhelms my body as he gives me the most incredible pleasure imaginable.

"I love making you come," he moans, cock jerking inside of me and filling me with his hot seed, more cum leaking out of me and soaking the comforter.

My body feels like Jell-O. I feel boneless.

I don't know where he gets his energy from. Wade's been training this morning and played a game tonight. He has so much stamina.

"How is my well-behaved dirty girl? Aren't you a good girl, coming for me when I asked?" he mutters between kisses.

I don't think it's me that's the dirty one. It's his mouth that drives me crazy.

"I'm good," I say, panting, trying to catch my breath.

"Just good?" He grins against my mouth and pushes my damp hair off my face.

"You have a magic cock." I've never come more than once during sex, sometimes not at all.

I clench my muscles around his dick, making him hum a sound of appreciation. "Fuck, that's nice. Your pussy feels like heaven."

There is no way he can go again. Is there?

"We need to shower. Our cum is dripping out of you." He pulls out of me, making me wince. God, he's a big boy.

Sitting back on his haunches, he holds on to my knees and drifts his fingers down my calves to my heels. "I'm one lucky bastard."

"Yeah?" Those butterflies I felt from earlier flap about in my chest again.

He crawls back up the bed, and I track his movement. "I know you've more than likely been told hundreds, if not thousands of times that you are very beautiful and I don't want them to dilute what I am about to tell you, but trust me when I say this, Kali." He pauses. "I think you are the most breathtaking woman in the world. I find it hard not looking at you when we're together in meetings, press conferences, and then at the game tonight."

After a while being told you're beautiful by every man and his dog, it does become tiresome, but I could listen to Wade telling me every day until I die.

I panic for a moment. I hope I'm not too much of a distraction for him. I'll stop going to games if that's the case and meet him afterward.

"I can't stop thinking about you and want you wearing my jersey at every game." He eases the fleeting moment of tension I felt.

It also hits me that, from the way he's talking, this doesn't feel like a onetime thing to him, and right now, I'm unsure how we navigate us moving forward.

It's something we need to talk about.

Something I may have to speak to Marcus about too, sooner rather than later.

Is that what Wade wants?

Is that what I want?

He's so much younger than I am, I don't know how that will work exactly.

Then there's my family. How would they take the news? And the press?

"I can hear your brain working overtime," Wade says, as if reading my thoughts. "We'll work it out."

"Yeah?"

"I want to."

His words are like balm to my worried soul. "Now stop worrying." He runs his nose along mine. "Remember the night at the club? You asked if I could go all night long?" He changes the direction of our conversation.

I hum my acknowledgment.

"Want to take a shower, then I can prove it to you?"

Where the hell did this guy come from?

Smacking a quick kiss to my lips, he moves down the bed, dragging me down to the edge of the mattress by my ankles. I'm squealing as he lifts me into his arms, throws me over his shoulder, and struts toward my adjoining bathroom.

"Fuck, I love these heels, but I'm going to have to take them off." He pulls the tie of one of them to unlace it, while I stare at the strong muscles of his ass, my long hair almost touching the floor.

"What a view." It's a nice ass. Very nice indeed.

"My view is nicer." He spanks my ass, making me squeal. I enjoy the feeling of the sting, the rush. Everything he does makes me light up from within.

He said my pussy felt like heaven.

I may have died and might already be there.