Addicted (The Addicted Series, #1)(99)

We kissed again, hot and fierce, our tongues almost fighting with each other. Spending the whole day without being able to even hug or kiss had left both of us desperate, hungry for the other. I heard a seam tear as we tore at each other's clothes, and I wondered which of us had ripped the other's clothes off. Krystal had worn a soft summer dress after the pool, and her breasts were free underneath the flowing white cotton. I'd changed into my standard house wear of athletic pants and a t-shirt, so neither of us was wearing anything difficult to remove. I stroked my hands over her breasts while we kissed, amazed again at how beautiful she was. The soft swells fit my palm perfectly, with her hard brown nipple poking in between my fingers, stiff and responsive to my light pinches and massages. Krystal was gasping into my mouth, and I knew that she was wet and ready for me.

"How do you want it?" I asked her, looking into her eyes. It was one of the things that I'd found was so great about sex and making love with Krystal. When we were in the mood, we could make slow gentle love, face to face and exchanging soft kisses while our bodies moved together. It was some of the best feelings I'd ever felt.

That night though, we were both hungry for more. Krystal turned over and got on her knees, looking back over her shoulder at me. "You know what I need."

The sight of Krystal's firm, apple shaped ass pointed towards me, the soft lips of her * already gaping and glistening in the light was naughty, it was raunchy, and it was so erotic that I almost lost it for the first time in my life. My hands trembled a little when I took hold of her waist, and looked her in the eye. "So perfect."

Krystal kept her eyes on me as I sank my cock deep inside her, until my hips were settled against her glorious ass. The nights of almost constant sex had let her accommodate my size without any pain on her part, while at the same time she was still as tight and clingy as ever to me. Her mouth opened in a sexy looking O shape as I finished burying myself inside her, before breaking into a smile that set me on fire. She turned her head and lowered her chest to the mattress, reaching forward to hold onto the far end of the bed. I pulled back, letting her wonder for just a second before thrusting hard and fast, the sensation driving the breath out of both of us.

I'd love to tell you that I was able to give Krystal endless orgasms that lasted until the moon set and we were both trembling on the edge of exhaustion, but we'd been keyed up for too long. Instead, I hammered her hard and fast, my hips slapping sharply into her ass while she howled her pleasure into the sheets. I was glad the master bedroom was on the other side of the house as I couldn't hold back either, grunting and panting as her * massaged my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt my climax rushing up, and I sped up faster. "I'm close," I warned her, holding her trim waist tight as I felt my cock tremble inside her.

"Me too," she moaned in between little cries from the collision of our bodies, punctuated by the wet slapping sound. I counted backwards in my head to give myself that extra ten seconds of endurance, which was all I could muster, a rarity for me.

Thankfully, it was enough. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk," Krystal screeched into the blanket, followed maybe two seconds later by my incomprehensible grunt as I also orgasmed, my balls drawing up tight before almost painfully exploding, filling her with my come. I knew she wasn't on any protection, we'd talked about it, but neither of us cared. We'd let fate or karma decide that issue for us.

My hips finally relaxed after what seemed like an eternity, and I rolled to my side, pulling Krystal with me to spoon while my cock deflated and slipped out of her. Kissing the damp skin of her neck, I held her tight and let my exhaustion overtake me. "I love you."





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Krystal





Both of us were more tired than we thought, and after a quick clean up, we slept soundly through the night. I woke up the next morning to the sound of soft knocking on the door. Looking down, I found myself naked still, and Julian was sleeping deeply. I rolled out of bed and hurriedly pulled on a bathrobe that I saw hanging from the back of Julian's door before opening it.

"Good morning," Yuki greeted me softly. She looked over my shoulder and saw Julian sprawled out on the bed, the sheets pulled up to his mid-stomach. "Congratulations."

"Thank you, but I am a bit surprised you are congratulating us. What's up, Yuki?"

"It's eight in the morning. Your mother wanted to know if you were going to have breakfast with the family. Also, your Aunt Gina called, said she is coming to visit today. I was wondering if I should put her in the room you used to use, or another one?"

I thought about my Aunt Gina. The bad girl of the Aksoy family. She'd earned the reputation, deservedly I might add. That is, if the stories my father had told me were in any way true. The walking definition of a pansexual, Gina was never known to turn down a hot body, male or female, although she never could hang onto a relationship for longer than a few dates. I wasn't sure if Gina actually had any real taboos, except for legal ones, and even then I wasn't too sure. Still, she was family, and had been the maid of honor at my mother's wedding, even if it was a bit of a joke to make her a maid of anything. "I'd prefer if you could do it down the hallway maybe, Yuki? Uh, Julian and I . . ."

"Are young people in love," Yuki replied tactfully. "If I may offer advice, there are many places on the manor grounds where amorous activities would be very private and unlikely to be observed or overheard."