Lara barely had a moment to breathe before rough hands gripped her ass, kneading the flesh with purpose. Warm palms slid up the curve of her back, fingertips pressing into her skin as if mapping every inch of her. A deep, hungry groan filled the air behind her.
Then, a firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her down until her chest melted into the mattress, leaving her ass high and vulnerable.
Lara swallowed hard, her breath coming in shallow pants.
She had felt Kris’s eyes on her all day—dark, smoldering, filled with untamed hunger. The way his gaze raked over her had left her skin tingling, her thighs pressing together in anticipation. He hadn’t touched her until now, but the tension had been unbearable, suffocating, electrifying.
A shiver ran down her spine when she felt the ghost of his breath against her soaked folds. He was so close—so maddeningly close—but he just sat there, unmoving, watching.
She whimpered, lifting her hips slightly, silently begging for contact.
Kris chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. “So desperate already?”
Lara clenched her fists in the sheets, her body trembling. “Please,” she whimpered, voice laced with need.
A pause. Then—
He spread her apart with both hands and dove in like a starving man at a feast.
Lara gasped, her whole body arching as his tongue slid through her folds, hot and relentless. He licked, sucked, teased—devouring her with raw, unrestrained hunger. The sounds of his mouth working against her filled the room, wet, obscene, and utterly sinful.
Kris groaned into her, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue thrust into her hole, fucking her in slow, deliberate strokes before he flattened it against her clit, rubbing in circles that had her thighs trembling.
A cry tore from her throat as his fingers found her swollen bud, pinching it just right. “Oh—fuck—Kris!”
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as the pleasure built higher, unbearable, toeing the edge of something explosive. She rocked her hips against his mouth, chasing it, needing more.
Just when she was about to fall apart—he pulled away.
Lara let out a sharp whine, her body burning with unsatisfied need.
Kris smirked, his lips slick with her arousal as he delivered a sharp slap to her ass. “Greedy little thing,” he murmured.
She panted, eyes glassy as she turned to glare at him over her shoulder. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
His smirk widened, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. “Then come and take what you need.”
Her heart slammed against her ribs as he leaned back against the pillows, muscles taut with restraint, cock straining against his boxers.
Lara scrambled onto him, straddling his chest. His hands immediately found her hips, guiding her forward until she was hovering over his face.
Kris’s gaze locked onto hers—hot, unyielding, burning with primal need. Then he gripped her thighs and yanked her down.
His mouth latched onto her clit instantly, sucking with devastating precision.
A strangled moan left Lara’s lips as she buried her fingers into his hair, thighs clenching around his head. He groaned in approval, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through her body.
He licked a slow, teasing stripe from her clit to her entrance, then thrust his tongue into her again, fucking her with deep, languid strokes.
She began moving, rolling her hips against his mouth, grinding down as he devoured her. Each flick of his tongue, every messy, greedy suck had her spiraling closer to the edge.
“Ohh—Kris, I’m gonna—”
He groaned, gripping her ass tighter, dragging her down harder. His tongue thrust deeper, fingers joining in to rub her clit in quick, precise circles.
The pleasure snapped.
A sharp, broken scream tore from Lara’s throat as she came, her body locking up as the orgasm ripped through her. Her juices gushed over Kris’s mouth, his lips and chin drenched as he eagerly drank her down, moaning like he was addicted to the taste of her.
She trembled, barely able to hold herself up as the aftershocks wracked her body.
But Kris wasn’t done.
His mouth moved to her inner thighs, sucking bruises into the soft flesh as his hands kneaded her ass possessively.
She shuddered, trying to catch her breath, but when she met his gaze—dark, wild, and hungry—her stomach tightened with anticipation.
He smirked, licking his lips.
“Don’t tap out yet, baby,” he murmured, gripping her hips and flipping her onto her back. “We’re just getting started.”
