The little Secret

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DON'T READ IF YOU FONT WANT TO READ ABOUT SEX 

              A few months has past , The boys finished their  tour  , Christell is 4 mouths pregnant . Connor and Vanessa are taking things slow.  Kian and I just came form a party . The dexterity if his hands made my whole body tremble. Feeling his long, skilled fingers graze the sensitive skin exposed on my thigh, my mind instinctively began conjuring up the image of his fingers travelling elsewhere. I yearned his touch all over and even the slightest contact between us had me arching into his palm. He had me relinquishing control whenever I was with him, willingly, because it never seemed to fail in setting me off... His thick lips, planted sloppy wet kisses slowly over my jaw, easily down my neck and it got harder for me to bite back my moans with each one. A sense of pure bliss washed over me entirely and numbed my senses, provoking my subjectiveness as a whole. My mind was slowly drifting away from reality thanks to him. Momentarily, I forgot that we were in an elevator. But upon realizing it, I then deemed it to be the most agonizingly slow elevator ride of my life. Kian could tell that I was growing impatient when I buried my face into his chest, so he held me. He pulled me closer to him by the waist and enveloped his muscular, inked arms around my hips. His erection was pressing thickly against my belly, and it amazed me to see him remain so calm. Meanwhile I was dying. As I leaned into him, I could feel his fingertips brush over my ass accidentally, but it made me cringe – cringe with desire. Finally a 'ding'. Kian  loosened an arm from me and entered the code that allowed us access to the penthouse. Then he guided me through, keeping his heated hands low on the curve of my back. Before we even made sure the door was shut, I found myself kissing him. He was fine with making me wait, but I was far too desperate to even mentally accept the idea.

"Kian," I moaned against his lips. He was being chaste, and it was pissing me off because we were both aware of the severity of my arousal even though he acted as though he didn't care. I looked up slowly and nearly melted at the sight of his intense hazel eyes. Absentmindedly, I nervously began to chew on my lip. His hand slid down and gripped a handful of my ass, and then I heard him groan. "God, baby, you're so fucking hot." He grunted rubbing his crotch against mine. I could have said the same about him, but I needed to release some sort of tension – not build more. "And you were so good for me tonight." The gradual change in his tone got me pooling. This transition was, by far, my favorite of all the emotions Kian portrayed. He was going from 'loving boyfriend' to 'daddy'. Pressing another wet kiss to my swollen lips, he led me to the bedroom. Only a sliver of moonlight illuminated our room and our unnecessarily oversized bed. "You've been such a good girl for daddy tonight, baby girl." He whispered quietly whilst nibbling on my earlobe. "On the way home I was thinking of ways to reward you." Dragging my false white nails over the lapels of his suit, I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth and hummed. "You can ride daddy's cock, if you want, baby girl. I'll even let you sit on my face." The rawness of his words sent me over the edge, and practically a millisecond later, I attacked him. I flew into his arms and wrapped my legs around his torso, initiating a passionate kiss as I began to rip off his tux. His tongue was the first thing down my throat, and it caught me off guard for a moment, but his tight grip kept me secure on his body. Soon, his tantalizing tattoos were exposed while his suit jacket and shirt – as torn as mangled as they were – ended up in a pile on the other side of the room. I ran my fingers through his dirty blonde hair and sucked on his tongue, moaning at the thought of it plunged into my soaking wet core. Sitting on his face would be heaven. He pulled harshly on the zipper of my body con dress and tugged it over my head. Lowering me back down to the ground, my hands found his belt buckle and his suit pants came off along with his briefs. My mouth watered once his erection sprang free and I even contemplated sucking him just for a little while. Kian's size was intimidating and no matter how many times we had sex, I never got used to its largeness. Every once in awhile, I would doubt if it would even fit inside of me. But then I'd be carried back to the mind-shattering orgasms it'd bring me.

Sometimes I found myself wondering how I got so lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

"This new?" He hooked a finger under the strap of my black lace bralette and stroked himself softly. A soft moan followed by a nearly silent "fuck" escaped his lips once I nodded. He ran his fingers through my long, brown hair and snaked his fingers down my back to unclasp the bra. My tender breasts jutted out over the fabric and bounced freely once my bra hit the floor. Kian paused for a moment but then pulled down my underwear as well.

I DID NOT WRITE THIS PART  this amazing girl did you need to have it all to her  

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