Chapter Thirty-Two - I was hungry.

McKenna

I wake with a heat starting between my thighs and moan softly. It takes me a moment to realise that Paxton is kissing my stomach just above my shorts.

I giggle and lift the covers, “What are you doing down there?”

He chuckles and glances up at me, smirking, “I woke up hungry.”

I blush at his words. I am not used to men being so forward with me.

“You are so naughty.”

He winks, “You have no idea. Now, can I continue, or should I stop?”

I smirk, “Please, continue.” I reply, let go and relax, ready for him.

He pushes my top up further, and I feel his fingers hook the waistband of my shorts. I lift my hips and allow him to remove them. I had no panties underneath. Who wears underwear to bed? I sure don’t. It isn’t comfortable. He slides them off, and I see him throw them away from the corner of my eye.

His big, warm hands run up my legs, landing on my thighs and massaging them. I whimper and arch up from the bed. His touch has a way of making me lose control of my body. His lips soon replace where his hand is, kissing my inner thighs. I moan deeply, and my head falls back, between my thighs throbbing. He slips over where I need him to be. He kisses my stomach and hips, back down to my thighs.

“Paxton, please,” I beg, rocking my hips.

I hear him laugh under the covers. His warm, large tongue finally laps over my folds. I whimper and fist the bedding. Yes, this is what I need. He grips my thighs roughly, and his tongue takes advantage of where it is and explores every inch of my pussy, groaning the entire time.

“Fuck, yes, so good.” I cry out.

He dips it inside of me, and his thumb circles my clit. I close my eyes and pant. The pleasure is flowing through my entire body. He pulls back, and I whine in protest, lifting the covers.

“Why did you stop?” I say between heavy breaths.
“Patience, dimples.” He laughs.

I pout, which makes him laugh louder. Before I had a chance to say another word, he pressed two fingers into me. I gasp and arch from the bed. I drop the covers again. He circles his tongue over my clit as he works his fingers in and out of me. He finds the perfect speed and depth.

“Oh God, fuck.” I squeal, my climax already creeping up on me.

He hits my sweet spot, and his name comes from my lips in a loud cry. I move my hips to meet the rhythm of his fingers. The second I begin to clench around him, he removes his fingers and switches it up again.

A shudder runs through me as my orgasm takes over. Heat radiates over my body, and my legs shake. I come hard over his tongue, and he drinks me up anxiously, grunting as he does. It always feels incredible. The man has a talent for more than being on stage. He takes me through my high and kisses up my body, towering over me.

Paxton licks his lips, “Mmm, dimples, you always taste so good.”

He crashes his lips down on mine. I slip my legs around him, kissing back. I reach for his joggers with my shaky hands, desperate to get them off. I can feel his excitement press against me through the material. I push them down enough to release him.

“I need you to fuck me now, Paxton.”

“I planned on it.” He growls and thrusts roughly into me.

I squeal; my body is still sensitive from my previous orgasm. I dig my nails into his shoulders as his large length fills me up. I don’t know if I will ever get used to his size. Our lips meet in a heated kiss again. He works in and out of me for a moment before stopping, drawing out of me. He gets up on his knees, lifting one of my legs, resting it against his chest and my foot on his shoulder. He holds onto my leg and plunges back it.

I scream loud enough I am sure I am going to end up with a sore throat. There is something different about this angle. The depth and the spots he is hitting are on a different level from what I have ever felt. My entire body shudders.

“Do you like it, baby?” he pants, picking up his speed.

I try to speak, but no words come on, only a deep moan through my breathlessness.

A sexy smile rises on his lips, “I will take that as a yes.” He groans and works harder.

My head falls back, and my orgasm is starting to stir. He dips his head down, kissing my thigh as he fucks me.

“Oh God, yes.” I squeal, finally finding my words.

“Fuck, baby girl, I love when I can get this deep. Your pussy is heaven around me.” He grunts.

I fist the sheets and embrace myself for impact because I know when my orgasm hits, it is going to be like nothing else. Paxton finds the perfect rhythm, mixing it up between slow and steady to quick and rough.

“Paxton, I am close.” I pant out as I tighten around him.

He slaps my thighs, “Come for me. I want to feel your heat spill around me.” He growls.

He reaches down, circling my clit with his thumb, thrusting deeper, which I didn’t think was possible. My entire body shakes violently, and the pleasure causes the room to start spinning. I scream his name one last time and spill around him, my pussy throbbing as I do. The sweat drips from my forehead, and my entire body weakens as my climax dominates.

Paxton places my leg down and towers over me, slipping back into me. I gasp as my pussy aches around him.

“I need you to hold on a little longer for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” he asks.

I nod. He smiles in return, “Good girl.”

He covers my lips with his; it isn’t a rough kiss; it is a gentle one. He backs away from the kiss and buries his face in my neck, aiming for his end. He pushes deep but at a steady pace. I cling to him and close my eyes. I still feel a little dizzy.

Paxton’s lips land at my ear, “I love how good your body feels against mine.” He rasps, his hand running up and down my body.

I can only whimper, holding onto him tighter. He kisses over my neck, applies more pressure, and quickens his movements.

I entangle my fingers in his hair. “Come for me, Paxton. Please, I need you too,” I beg.

He bites down on my neck, and his cock swells. His movements become sloppier, his breathing heavier and his body tenses.

“Fuck, yes, so good. Christ, Kenna, you are my new favourite place.” He grunts, exploding into me. His climax is enough to make a second one hit me, and we ride through them together.

We come to our end simultaneously. He collapses next to me. We are hot, panting messes. I couldn’t move. It felt like I had lost control of my body.

“Damn, that was good.” He breathes out.

“Yes, incredible.” I agree.

I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing. Something then clicks in my head.

“We forgot a condom.” I panic, turning to look at him.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Then we should be okay. You don’t need to worry about anything else. I always use condoms and get checked every six months.” He replies calmly.

“I am fine, too. I got checked after my last relationship ended since he was cheating. I haven’t had sex since with anyone else other than you.”

“We have nothing to worry about. Do you want me to go and get you plan B?”

I shake my head, “No, it should be okay, but thank you.” I smile and kiss him softly.

It is the first time we have gone without a condom. I can’t deny it did feel better without it, but we should really try to remember from now on.