Sweet Hatred-Chapter 449: Kitchen Roulette pt 2 r18

Finally, he pulled back, lips shiny with me, and crawled up my body. His mouth found mine in a deep, claiming kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue... salty-sweet, mingled with him.

We made out like that, slow and filthy, his hands pulling me closer. He completely peeled off the half-down shorts that restricted my movement, until my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.

My hands roamed, sliding down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, until I reached the band of his sweatpants. I tugged at it impatiently, digging inside to wrap my fingers around his hard cock.

He was throbbing, hot and thick in my palm, and I stroked him slowly, base to tip, feeling him twitch under my touch. A moan rumbled from his chest into my mouth, deep and needy, making my core clench all over again.

I freed him fully, pushing the waistband down just enough, and marveled at the sight, veins pulsing along his length, the head flushed and smeared with precum.

I ran my thumb over the tip, spreading the slickness, teasing him with light circles that made his hips jerk. "Aria," he groaned, breaking the kiss, his breath ragged against my lips.

But he wasn’t one to be teased for long. In a swift move, he fisted my hair, pulling back gently just enough to expose my neck and throat.

His mouth latched on, biting down softly at first, then sucking hard enough to mark, the sting blooming into heat that pooled between my legs.

I whimpered, tilting my head to give him more, and he lavished attention there... kisses turning to nips, his tongue soothing each spot as if worshiping the canvas of my skin.

"That’s it Aria," he whispered against my pulse, voice rough with emotion. "You’re mine..."

He released my hair, guiding himself to my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he slipped inside, filling me up quickly, stretching me around his size.

I gasped, the intrusion sharp and perfect, my walls fluttering as they accommodated him, pulling him deeper. It was always like this, a delicious burn that turned to bliss, his thickness pressing against every sensitive spot.

Our eyes met as he sank further, holding my gaze with that intense green stare. "God, you’re so breathtaking," he said softly, voice laced with awe.

"Taking me so well, firefly. Like you were made just for me." He bottomed out, pausing to let me adjust, then leaned down to kiss my eyes, his lips gentle on my lashes.

Tears gathered at the corners from the overwhelming fullness, and he licked them away, tasting my emotion.

"I love you," he breathed. "You feel so good."

He started thrusting then, slow and deep, each stroke dragging against my walls in a way that made me whine.

The pace was torturous, building that ache all over again, and I chased him instinctively, hips lifting to meet him, seeking more friction. But he held back, smirking down at me with that knowing look.

"Patience, firefly," he teased, voice tender but commanding, one hand pinning my hip to control the rhythm. "I want to feel every inch of you. Don’t rush this." His words only made me hornier, the denial twisting the pleasure higher, my body begging for release.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, a reminder of our frantic state... clothes half-on, kitchen a mess around us. Ingredients had scattered: a jar of honey tipped over nearby, golden liquid pooling on the counter’s edge.

Kael noticed it too, his eyes flicking to it with a spark of mischief. Without breaking his slow thrusts, he reached for the jar, dipping two fingers into the sticky sweetness. He brought them to my lips first, tracing the lower one before pushing inside my mouth.

"Suck it" he commanded softly, and I did, tongue swirling around his fingers, tasting the floral honey mixed with his skin. He groaned, pulling them free with a pop, then trailed the wet digits down my chest, over the fabric of my shirt, leaving a sweet path.

He tugged the shirt up just enough to expose one breast, circling the nipple with honey-slick fingers before leaning in to lick it clean. His tongue was hot, lapping at the sticky trails, sucking the peak into his mouth with a gentleness that belied the dominance in his grip on my hip.

"You’re everything to me," he confessed between licks, his thrusts picking up just a fraction, enough to make me gasp.

"This—us—it’s what keeps me going. Feeling you clench around me like you can’t get enough." The words wrapped around my heart as tightly as his body wrapped around mine, turning the physical into something profound, raw.

He straightened slightly, grabbing the whipped cream canister from the counter... cool metal in his hand and shook it once before spraying a dollop onto my other breast, the chill making me arch.

Then he was there again, mouth devouring it, tongue flicking and sucking the cream away while his cock drove deeper, the dual sensations making my head spin.

The sweetness lingered on his lips when he kissed me next, sharing the taste, our tongues tangling in a messy, honeyed dance.

Pleasure built relentlessly, his slow strokes turning my body into liquid fire. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, and he responded by angling his hips, hitting that spot inside me with every plunge. "Kael, please," I begged, voice breaking. "I need you..."

He obliged, but on his terms... thrusts growing harder, more insistent, but still measured, his hand sliding between us to rub slow circles on my clit. "Don’t hold back, Aria," he urged, eyes locked on mine, green depths filled with love and possession.

It shattered me, orgasm ripping through with a cry, my pussy spasming around him, milking his length. He followed soon after, burying deep with a guttural moan, spilling inside me in hot pulses that left us both trembling. He collapsed gently over me, careful of my belly, pressing kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, whispering, " I love you so much. You’re my world."

But we weren’t done. Not yet. After a moment to catch our breath, his cock still half-hard inside me, he pulled back with a wicked smile.