Kid: Cerberus MC Book 2 (30 page)

I moan and bite his pectoral when I fall apart in his arms, and I whimper in despair when he pulls his hand free from my body.

Temporarily satiated I reach for his thick cock, but he keeps my hand from making contact with the rigid flesh.

“Nope,” he says.

“Kid, I swear if you deny me again tonight…” I leave the threat open ended because I know whatever I say would be a lie.

“I’m not going to deny you, Sweet Girl,” he says turning off the shower. “I’m going to worship you.”

His glorious promise causes a chill to run over my skin, goose flesh popping up everywhere. He towels me off thoroughly, paying extra attention to my breasts and between my thighs, then rubs the towel roughly over his own skin. Water drops still decorate his flesh, and my tongue aches to lick them off of him.

I squeal when he scoops me up without warning and carries me to the bed. He lays me down and presses his body against mine. He kisses a trail straight from my lips, over my chin, between my breasts, past my stomach, until his mouth is inches from my entrance. I feel his warm breath heat the delicate flesh.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a moan as his tongue snakes out and licks at my clit. “I don’t need that; I’m ready for you.”

“I want you to come,” he says before diving back in.

I grip the sheets at my hips as his mouth commands the attention of every nerve ending in my body. “I already did in the shower.”

“One more time, Khloe. I need you soft and ready.” He sucks my nub hard into his mouth. “Hurting you the first time is inevitable, but I want to make it as good for you as possible.”

The same two fingers from the shower push into me again, I moan in delight as they hit some spot inside that I never even knew was there.

“Oh God!” I cry as an orgasm stronger than any I’d felt before rolls through my body. My eyes snap open, and I look down at Kid as he continues to suck on me, his hand stroking slower in and out.

“Fuck,” he says lapping at me lazily. “Jesus, Khloe. You’re perfect.”

He leans over and reaches into the bedside table to grab one of the condoms he placed in there earlier. I watch bewitched as he opens the small foil packet with his teeth and rolls it down his more than impressive length.

I look back up to his eyes to find him watching me, assessing my reaction.

“We don’t,” he begins.

I shake my head violently. “I want this. I want
you
. It’s going to be painful now or weeks from now. If we do this tonight imagine how good it’s going to feel in a few weeks.”

He situates his body over me once again, and I can feel his hot length notched between the lips of my sex.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

I nod my head. “I love you,” I tell him softly.

He slants his mouth over mine while his arm pushes my knee up, allowing him to shift back and forward. The intrusion of his body into mine is delicious. I don’t even know why I was worried about it. He shifts back and forth slightly. The burn of his cock stretching me is nothing I can’t handle. It almost hurts in a good way.

“That feels so good,” I admit against his mouth clenching my internal muscles.

He moans painfully. “Khloe, don’t,” he begs. “That’s just the tip, Sweet Girl. I’m not even inside of you yet. Fuck, you’re so hot, so tight.” I score his back with my nails when he drives just a hair deeper. “Are you ready?”

I roll my lips between my teeth and nod.

His hips shift back and ram forward. I cry out as he takes from me the only gift I have to give, a gift I would’ve never given to another living soul.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will the pain and burning away. Tears escape my closed lids, and he licks them away.

“I’m sorry, Khloe, so sorry.” I feel him shift his weight, shifting back further on his heels. “I have to move, Sweet Girl.” I nod and swallow roughly. The sharp pain has now become more of a low throb, but the feel good part hasn’t shown up yet. I wait patiently to no avail as his hips begin to move slowly.

I hear an animalistic growl rumble in his chest as his thumb presses against and circles around my clit; it refocuses my attention away from the discomfort happening inside my body.

“I’ll worship you every day for the rest of my life,” he promises.

His thumb grows frantic against me, and his eyelids lower. “Can you give me one more?”

My body has already been put through the ringer, once in the shower with his hands and then in the bed with his mouth. Just as I begin to shake my head no, my core begins to tingle. I part my lips slightly to allow for my erratic breaths.

“Yes,” I answer him confidently.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me.” My eyes roll, my spine stiffens, and I scream as my body follows his command right over the precipice.

He levers over me again, somehow maintaining the rocking motion of his hips. Elbows above my shoulders, he holds my head with both hands. I raise my legs and encircle his hips with him. I moan when he drives deeper. “You’re going to feel me inside of you every time you move tomorrow,” he vows.

I clench again in response, uncaring that it causes me mild pain.

“I love you, so much,” he says as I feel the first pulse of his cock, and he begins to spill inside of me.

I stretch languorously, smiling when I feel Khloe’s body against mine. Warm skin against warm skin and not a stitch of clothing between us.

“Is this for me?” she asks sleepily right before I feel her hand circle my morning erection.

I chuckle lightly. “You may not feel it right this second, Sweet Girl, but you’re going to be sore. That feels good,” I say as her hand strokes me.

“You sure you’re not going to throw a fit this time and slam a door?” She asks playfully.

I swat her ass with my hand that’s behind her back. She hisses but rubs her body closer to mine.

“I’m not sore,” she says seductively.

I shift my weight, so I’m lying on my side facing her. “No?” I ask tracing down her stomach with my fingers. I run it over her clit and between her swollen lips, pushing it inside of her gently.

She whimpers and cringes slightly. I kiss her forehead and withdraw my hand.

“Maybe later?” she concedes.

“Any time you’re up for it, Khloe I’ll give you what you need.”

“Mmm,” she moans softly. “What do you need?”

“Keep doing that,” I tell her and flex my hips toward her hand.

“So hard,” she says reverently. “Feel good?”

“So fucking good,” I praise shifting to my back to give her better access. I close my eyes and let the feeling of her hand on me take me to a different plane of existence.

I feel her warm breath on the tip less than a second before her mouth wraps around it.

“Jesus,” I cry out before my hand instinctively grabs the back of her hair.

“Khloe! You don’t have to…” She takes me as deep as she can go. “Shit don’t stop.”

I remember her telling me that she tried this once before, and her boyfriend didn’t approve. No chance. Like hell. No fucking way. I’ve never had a bad blow job, but Khloe’s lips wrapped around me, taking me to the back of her throat is the ultimate.

“Fuck, slow down, Sweet Girl,” I beg as she begins to suck hard and stroke the base with her hand. I want it to last forever, but that’s impossible with the effort she’s putting forth right now.

Dustin “Kid” Andrews, the man who used to have a ‘fuck a girl in every different country I travel to’ plan has been taken over and completely owned by an eighteen-year-old, auburn-haired woman, and I’m loving every single second of it. I welcome her power and control, relish the fact that this very second she literally has me by the balls.

“I’m coming,” I pant with less than a second of warning to her. Shitty, I know, but the orgasm snuck up on me as well.

She takes it like a champ, albeit an inexperienced one; another fact I love about her.

She pulls her mouth off and crinkles her nose when she swallows. I huff out a laugh at the look on her face.

“Sorry,” I mutter in apology.

She wipes her lips on the back of her hand. “Apparently that’s an acquired taste.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I say with a wide smile. She narrows her eyes at me playfully.

“Was it okay,” she asked shyly.

We’re going to have to work on her self-esteem.

“Seriously? Did I not just come so fast I couldn’t give you a proper warning to pull your mouth off?”

Her lip twitches in amusement.

“Let’s go get a shower before I forget that you’re sore.” I smack her ass again, having discovered how much she liked it earlier. She grins over her shoulder mischievously as she saunters and sways into the bathroom.

***

“Can I move in with you?” I ask casually as we get dressed to join everyone else for breakfast.

She raises an eyebrow at me. “We live under the same roof. We’ve been living together since the first day you brought me here.”

“In here with you, Khloe. I don’t want to spend another night away from you. If I’m under this roof, I want you in my arms. I don’t want to go back to that room either.”

Her eyes soften when she realizes I’m not being playful for once. “I’d love to fall asleep in your arms every night.”

She walks up to me and places her hand on my chest, over the heart that beats only for her. I look into her eyes knowing I’m the luckiest fucker to walk this earth.

“You ready for breakfast,” she asks after pecking me on the lips.

“Sure,” I tell her even though I want to stay in the bed and hold her in my arms, make up for the time we’ve lost because of my horrible choices.

I keep her pulled close to my side as we enter the kitchen. Emmalyn waves us over to their table, so we sit down joining her, Kincaid, and Shadow.

“How was it?” I hear Emmalyn whisper too loud.

“Emmalyn,” Kincaid chastises. “I told you not to harass them the second they got out here.”

I see her give Khloe a wink that says they’ll talk later.
Women
, I don’t know that men will ever have them fully figured out.

We chat with the others for a while without even grabbing breakfast. Khloe is beside me, interacting with the others like she was born here. I’m grateful to have found someone so cohesive with my family, someone who I can love every day for the rest of my life without even having to think about it.

“Here you go,” Itchy says dropping off a thick stack of paper.

“Thanks, man,” I say as he walks across the room to sit with Snatch and Darby.

“What’s all that,” Khloe asks as I flip through the documents.

“This, Sweet Girl is everything you need to start college,” she looks up at me dumbfounded.

“Em told me about your plan and the reason you met with your caseworker the other day.”

“I need to find a job, Kid. If I stay here, I have to be able to help out.”

I reach behind her and place my hand on the back of her head. “Are you mine?”

She nods. “Always,” she says softly, her eyes looking down at my mouth. My cock twitches in my pants even though this isn’t the time or the place for that shit.

“Forever,” I add. “I take care of you; it’s my job.” She shakes her head as if she going to start arguing. “Khloe, you were a ward of the State for nine years; your education is free. Books, meal plan, even a computer and your supplies are covered. I’d rather pay out of my own pocket,” I say lowering my voice so only she can hear. “Because the grant applications are long as hell, and I’d rather spend that time inside of you than watching you fill in blanks. But, if you don’t want me to then the forms are here.”

“How do I pay you back? I’ll owe you tons.”

“Will you love me for the rest of your life?” I ask gently.

“Of course,” she answers without hesitation.

“Then it’s I who will owe you.” I kiss her in a way that should only be reserved for the private confines of our room. It’s not until the catcalls from across the room break into my haze that I realize I’ve pulled her onto my lap, and my hands are inching up her shirt.

She pulls away gasping, her face flushing with either embarrassment or arousal; it’s hard to tell which one.

“Love you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Love you, too,” she says right back.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Emmalyn says.

I pull my eyes from Khloe’s and look over at Em. My girl looks between us in confusion.

“I’m sorry?” Khloe says.

“I’m going to college, too! Can you just imagine! A twenty-six-year-old freshman. I think I’ve lost my mind!” Emmalyn is grinning ear to ear at the prospect of higher education.

THE END

The Cerberus MC books are all standalones, but these characters will carry on with their lives in the next book. Check out Shadow: Cerberus MC Book 3 to read more about Kid, Khloe, Emmalyn, and Kincaid!

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