Page 57 of Kisses Behind The Spotlight 2: Finale

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the long black box I never got to give her at the lounge.

“That didn’t go the way I planned it in my head at all. I thought I would slip into the booth next to you and profess my love, then give you this,” I commented, passing it to her.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see,” I encouraged.

Khaleesi flipped the box open and admired the diamond-encrusted locket on a gold box chain necklace.

“This is beautiful,” she swooned, lifting the necklace from the box. “Is there a picture in there already?”

“Open it and see,” I encouraged.

Khaleesi flipped the locket open, exposing the picture we took when her mother was in town. Noah was next to me with Maurice in his lap. Carmen was in the middle, Khaleesi was next to her, and I was on the other end.

“Sometimes, I still can’t believe how sweet you are after being a dick head for years,” she snickered. “Put it on for me, please? I get to keep those closest to me around my neck at all times now. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now you’ll have me close even when I might have to be away,” I stated.

I clasped the necklace around her neck, and Khaleesi smirked at me. “Okay, now it’s time to get that dick out and in me.”

She reached down, fumbling with my pants. I slid the straps of her cami down, freeing her perfect titties. Leaning down, I popped one into my mouth, and Khaleesi stopped trying to get my dick out, allowing me to make her feel good. I grabbed both titties, alternating sucking her nipples. Her stiletto nails raked across my scalp as a low whimper escaped her lips.

My dick was fighting and losing the battle against my jeans. I leaned back on the couch, caressing her left breast with one hand and lifting to pull my pants and boxers down with the other. Khaleesi eased her leggings down and pulled her feet onto the couch, placing them on opposite sides of me. With her hands planted on my shoulders, Khaleesi slid down on my dick, and my head tilted back.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

Her pussy was always wet, but the liquor had that shit on swim. My dick twitched, drowning in her shit. Up and down, she bounced on my dick, squeezing her pussy muscles every time she slid down.

“Fuck! This gushy ass pussy, you feel so good,” I complimented, letting her control the rhythm for a little. “You riding this dick so good, bae.”

She leaned forward, allowing her titties to fall in my face. I cupped both her ass cheeks and bounced her up and down on my dick faster. Swiping my tongue out, I licked whatever titties bounced my way.

“Uhhh, I love this dick, Xain!” She shouted, fighting to control the speed.

I conceded, and Khaleesi reached back, cupping my knees so she could bounce into me from that angle. In the small space the position provided, I squeezed my hand between us and thumbed her clit.

“Oh Xain. I love the way you fuck me!” Khaleesi hummed, forfeiting control because her movements slowed. I grabbed her neck and slammed her into me, bouncing her up and down.

Her whimpers filled the room, and I felt her walls tighten. “Go ‘head, babe, give me that nut. I can feel you,” I coaxed, thrusting my hips into her while pulling her into me.

“I’m cumming. Oh shit! Xainnnnn!”

I picked up the pace, knowing her all too well. The skin slapping grew louder, and her whimpers turned into gibberish while she came on my dick. I thrust as deep as I could go inside of her, making sure her walls covered every inch of my dick while I emptied my nut in her.

“Ahhhhhhh,” Khaleesi sighed, laying her head on my chest. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and I wiped them off before kissing her cheek.

“I love you,” Khaleesi expressed, her eyes slamming shut.

I thrust up into her, and Khaleesi whined like a brat, and not like the sex fiend she had been a few moments ago. “Xain, I’m tired. I had a lot to drink, and I have a long day of shopping tomorrow.”

Like I knew, Khaleesi was going to tap out because of the liquor.

“Come take a shower with me before you go to sleep,” I pleaded.

“Why do you say that like you aren’t going to bed with me?” She yawned.

“I’m not.”