Kiro’s Emily (Rosemary Beach #10)(16)
Author: Abbi Glines

“Kiro,” she gasped, and her hands found my hair. “That’s . . . Kiro, oh, that feels so good.”

Hearing her pleasure drove me wilder. I lapped at her, taking in the most delicious fucking treat in the world. She was pure. This was clean, untouched pussy, and it was mine. I would be the only one to have this. “My pussy,” I said, grabbing her thighs and holding them open wider so I could bury my face against her heat. “Mine.”

“Oh, God, Kiro. I can’t keep standing up.” She panted as her leg that still touched the ground began to weaken.

I reached up, grabbed her waist, and pushed her up and onto the bed. “Open those legs wide for me,” I demanded.

She let them fall open, and I wanted to shout to the fucking world that this was mine. My angel. She wanted me. She was giving me something that she’d never given anyone. All of this was mine.

I lowered my mouth and continued to slide my tongue along her folds. She tugged at my hair and cried out my name, and I kept on. I wanted more of this. Sticking my tongue inside her caused her to lift her hips off the bed and beg.

My angel didn’t have to beg me. I licked the swollen clit and pulled it into my mouth and sucked. She burst into a million pieces underneath me as her body shuddered from her climax.

The taste that came with her release had me wanting to keep on eating what was mine. But my dick was at the point of pain. I wanted to be connected to her. So fucking deep inside her that we were one. She’d never leave me.

I moved over her and took her mouth. She didn’t mind that her taste was on my tongue. Her hands grabbed my arms and held me to her.

“Make love to me, Kiro,” she said against my mouth.

I’d never made love. I didn’t know how to fucking make love. But goddamn, I would do whatever she wanted if that meant I could get inside of her. So covered up with her that she was a part of me. Giving me that light that was only her.

I jerked my shirt over my head, then shoved my jeans off. Coming back over her with nothing between us was incredible. Her soft skin caressed mine as I moved to press against her and let that feeling soak in. Consume me.

“I’m clean. I was checked two weeks ago, and I haven’t slept with anyone since. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you.” I was begging, but I had gotten checked when I knew I was coming home and coming for her. No one else would do at that point. She was all I could think about. All I wanted. When the last girl had sucked me off and I’d cried out Emily’s name, I knew I was done.

“I don’t take anything,” she said, staring up at me with wide eyes. She wanted me, too, but she was scared. Unsure.

“I’ll pull out. Just let me inside for a little. Let me know what it feels like to have nothing between us.”

She nodded and threaded her hands through my hair. “I want that, too.”

God, I was in fucking heaven. Angels were real, and I had one. She was all mine.

“It’ll hurt at first, but I swear to you, Emily, I’ll be gentle. I’ll make it good.”

She smiled at me and raised her head to press a kiss to my lips. “I trust you.”

Those words undid me.

With every ounce of control in my body, I lowered myself over her and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. With one small push, I felt how tight and untouched she was. It rebelled against my probing. I pressed harder, sweat trickling down my back. I didn’t want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt her. But fuuuuuck. There was nothing like this. Ever, in the world. Nothing compared to this.

The barrier that confirmed her innocence stopped me, and I bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” I whispered, three words I’d never spoken before in my life, before pressing inside the tightness that would join me to my angel.

Emily cried out and whimpered as she clung to my arms. I held still, raining kisses all over her face, making promises that it would ease soon and I’d take care of her.

My muscles ached from my fight to be still when I wanted nothing more than to plunge deeper inside her and move. I loved her. That was making love. But I needed to fuck her now. My body wanted to fuck her.

She lifted her hips to meet mine, and I watched as she breathed out and arched against me. I began to move slowly. With each stroke, I went deeper into the tightest cunt I’d ever had. It was like she was clamped around me with a soft, wet vise, and I was sure if I died right now, it would be fine. I’d had the best there was in life. This was it. Nothing got better.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked, wanting to move harder, faster.

“No,” she said, panting. “It feels good.”

I rocked my hips and buried myself as deep as I could go inside her. She met my thrust and cried out. It was the sexiest sound in the world.

“You’re so fucking tight. God, angel, do you even know how much you’ve destroyed me?” I asked, as I began to fuck her.

She lifted her knees to press against my hips, and I had to fight back the need to come. I couldn’t come inside her, and she wasn’t there yet. I wanted her pleasure before I took mine.

Lowering my head, I kissed her ear. “I want to hear you come. I want to know what that sweet pussy feels like when you orgasm. Because this is my pussy now, Emily. My fucking pussy. I’ll be the one to make it feel good. I’ll kiss it whenever you want. I’ll be so good to my pussy,” I whispered, as I kissed her ear and pulled her earlobe into my mouth.

“Oh, God, Kiro,” she panted. “Oh, God.”

She was so close. I licked her neck, then licked under her chin. “Not just your pussy, that sweet taste, it’s all over your body. I want to eat you up. Can’t keep my mouth off you, Emily.”

“Kiro, aaaaaah!” She screamed my name, and her orgasm shook her body. I trembled as I fought to follow her there. Jerking back my hips, I pulled out of her and cried out her name as my release covered her stomach.

I hadn’t come inside her, but I’d marked her body. The desire to rub it in and keep my seed on her was strong. But she was innocent, and she wasn’t ready for that kind of dirty.

Emily

The warmth from the cloth startled me. I was tender there, and it quickly soothed the ache. Kiro was on his knees between my legs, gently cleaning me as if I could break if handled wrong. He was using such care that my eyes watered.

I wanted to pull him to me and hold him. Each layer of the guy underneath the rock god that he showed to me melted my heart a little more. He wasn’t the same man I’d watched at that party six months ago. He was different now. He was different with me.