Khan by Kathi S. Barton

come.” His short bark of laughter nearly had her move away from
him, but he wrapped his hand in her hair and guided her back to his cock.
    “You do any better than you just did and
I’m going to die.” She licked at him again when he fisted his cock and held it
for her. “I want to feel your mouth around me. I want to fuck you this way,
pump in and out of your sweet mouth and touch the back of your throat until I
come down it.”
    She did as he asked until he stopped
speaking. Monica held onto his hips as she took him in her mouth and bobbed her
head over him. Christ, he was delicious, and every time she tasted more of him,
she felt her eyes roll in the back of her head. But she wanted more still.
    Cupping his balls in her hand, she
rolled them around until she thought she could get them into her mouth. Letting
go of his cock, she suckled one and rolled it with her tongue. His body became
hard, and she felt his hand curl tighter in her hair. When he pulled her away
from her feast, she nearly snarled at him. He told her to open, commanded it,
and his cock was in her mouth, down her throat, and he was fucking her hard. Swallowing,
she felt him slide past the tightness and down. When he came, she gagged
slightly, but swallowed again, and he cried out his release.
    Her body was screaming for her to do
something, anything to ease the ache between her own thighs. As she slid her
hand down her body and to her wet pussy, she was being jerked up off the floor
and tossed onto the bed.
    “My turn.” Before she could ask what he
meant, he was suckling at her clit. It only took a second for her release to
take her, but he didn’t stop, not even when she begged him to. When he pressed
his fingers, several of them by the feel, deep into her, she rode him as
another then another climax took her. When he finally lifted his head, she thought
he was finished, she knew that she was, but he only moved up her body, biting
and laving her tiny hurt with his tongue.
    “I’m going to mount you and then mark
you again. Roll over and put your ass up for me to fuck you.” She nearly
panicked, nearly told him no when he rolled her over and lifted her. “I won’t
hurt you, not ever, but I need to take you, give my cat a chance to mark you.” He
entered her hard; her body primed and ready for him, he slid deep. When she
raised her head to move back against him, she felt a sting of his hand over her
ass.
    “I said it’s my turn. I take you now and
you’ll come like this.” His hand came down again and she moaned deep. “You like
this, don’t you? You like me fucking you and spanking you.”
    His hand came down twice more, and she
came both times. When he leaned over her and pinched her clit, she came apart,
screaming out his name and begging him to come. When he licked along her
shoulder, she bared her throat for him, and when he bit, she screamed again through
one of the hardest climaxes she’d ever had.
    Monica dimly heard him shout out his own
release, felt him collapse over her. His weight dead against her own, she tried
to hold them both up. When she dropped on the bed, he rolled over to his back,
taking her with him.
    “I love you, Monica. I love you more
than I’ve ever dreamed possible.”
    She felt a blanket cover them, and she
snuggled under his arm when she rolled over. She yawned and wrapped her hand
into his chest hair. “I love you too.” She closed her eyes and felt herself
drifting off the sleep. His snores, loud and near her ear, didn’t bother her as
much as she thought they might, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
    ~~~
    Khan reached for her and felt a cold
sheet. Rolling over to see if he missed her, he saw that she was gone. Smiling,
he remembered the four or five times he’d reached for her last night, and she’d
responded to him willingly each time.
    He got up and went to the shower to get
cleaned up and go find her. He wanted to tell her that he wanted to wake with
her beside him from now on. He