Bachelor Swap by Lacey Black (best fiction novels .TXT) 📕

I look up and hold his gaze. “I’m ready.”

With our eyes locked, I feel him adjust his position and press into my body. I don’t even realize I’m not breathing until he pauses and cradles my jaw. “Relax, Ky. I’ve got you.”

As he fills me completely, I realize he’s right.

He’s got my heart entirely.

Chapter Nineteen

Mason

The moment I fill her completely steals the air from my lungs. Not because she’s so tight and wet against me—though that’s entirely true. It’s because when I look down at her, all I feel is love. For her. In just under three weeks, she’s wrapped herself around my heart and is embedded there forever.

I give her a few heartbeats to adjust to my size and take a few deep breaths myself. She’s so fucking tight and perfect around me, I almost blow it right here and now. Instead, I count to ten and lower my mouth, claiming her lips in a slow, leisurely kiss. When I do, I feel her relax around me just enough that I’m given a little more freedom to move.

And move I do.

I start with measured thrusts, her moans of pleasure spurring me on. I feel the bite of her nails on my shoulders as her ankles hitch over my hips, opening herself wide and allowing me to go even deeper inside her body. My balls are already tightening, the tingle starting at the base of my spine.

But I refuse to come before she does again.

Gripping one of her ankles, I widen her legs a bit more and start to move. Each thrust turns more animalistic, more carnal. I rock my hips, grinding against her clit, and watching as she climbs higher. I feel her starting to squeeze my cock in the best way possible. Going down on an elbow to hold myself up, I take her lips once more, needing to feel the contact.

“Oh God,” she gasps against my mouth, her tongue slipping out and tangling with my own.

Just the sound of her voice causes my hips to piston forward. Releasing her lips, I go up on my hand once more and let my body take over. Releasing her ankle, my hand starts at her waist and slips up her side, making a slight detour to cup and fondle her breast. Her nipples are hard and brush against my chest, and that’s about the time my brain shuts completely down.

My body is in full control.

Kyla arches her back, pressing into me. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and her pussy starts to tighten. All I can do is feel as her orgasm takes hold, squeezing me so damn fiercely I swear I go blind. I try to ride out her release as long as I can, but it’s too much. I’m overwhelmed.

My body thrusts hard as my balls pull tight. My own release is unstoppable, like a freight train running full speed at a brick wall. I grunt as it takes hold, needing to feel her lips against mine as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life. I slide my lips across hers, reveling in the heat of her breath washing over me.

I feel myself sag against her, caging her into the mattress. I know I should move, but I can’t seem to make my body and my mind communicate jointly. Kyla nuzzles my neck, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

“Wow, Cowboy,” she murmurs, kissing the racing pulse in my neck. “Give me a few minutes and we can do that again.”

I bark out a laugh, rotating to my back and taking her with me. Kyla fits snuggly against my chest, her arm curls across my stomach and falls limp against me. I feel more relaxed and in a better place than I have since I arrived in Boston. Sure, it could be in part to the great sex, but I know that’s not the real reason.

It’s because of Kyla.

She soothes my soul and makes me want to be a better person. She makes me want to make her laugh all day, just to see a smile on her face and hear her amazing giggle. She causes me to think about the future, and I’m damn sure I want her in it.

“I’m going to clean up real fast in the bathroom and get rid of the condom,” I tell her, kissing her forehead and sliding out from beneath her. She snuggles into my pillow and closes her eyes. It’s hard to leave her lying there alone, all beautiful and freshly sated, but I’m in desperate need of chucking this rubber.

When I get to the bathroom, I toss the condom into the trash and step up to the sink to wash my hands. A quick glance in the mirror confirms the grin I feel pull across my face. I can still taste her on my lips, an intoxicating flavor that already causes my cock to stir to life.

After I’ve used the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water before returning to the bedroom. My eyes seek her out immediately, and I find her lying in the exact same position I left her in.

I crouch beside the bed and swipe hair from her cheek. Her beautiful hazel eyes are a bit hazy and unfocused, but she offers me a slight grin. “I brought a washcloth, if you want to clean up quick. Or you can just head to the bathroom.”

“I need to use the restroom, so I may just head in there,” she replies, sitting up beside me and tossing her legs over the edge of the bed.

I watch, awestruck, as she walks to the bathroom, her beautiful backside on full display. When she reaches the doorway, she glances back. I clear my throat and stand up. “I’m going to go heat up the food.”

“Sounds good,” she says, flipping on the bathroom light. “I think we worked up a good appetite.”

I groan, recalling exactly how we worked it up.