Because You Don't Know My Name — By K.L. Hall
On June 12th, K.L. Hall returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
We walked over to the tabletop with the green bucket on top of it and looked up at the leaky ceiling. “Hopefully, it’ll stop raining soon. I’ll see if I can get someone to come out and look at it tomorrow,” Don announced with a sigh. He placed himself on the booth's edge, still paying undivided attention to the leak above us. “What’s that saying? When it rains, it pours.”
I stepped closer to him. “Not to bring it up again, but I’m sorry to hear about your sister.”
To my surprise, Don placed his hands around my waist and rubbed the arc of my hip bones with his thumbs. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Just being you,” he replied, eyes lingering on mine.
I looked away, careful not to let him see how nervous I was, as my arms remained at my sides. “Don’t look at me like that.”
He blew a laugh from his nose with a smirk. “Like what?”
“You know, like what.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me feel things.”
A smile tugged at his lips before he inquired, “Where?”
I paused, first gazing at the bucket, then letting my gaze drift over to his face. “All over.”
Don pulled me closer, and I straddled his open lap, allowing his growing erection to cushion against my inner thigh. “You make me feel things too, y’know?” he asked, bringing his lips within the same breathing area as mine.
“Like what?” I inquired; voice hushed against his lips.
The fire of passion burned in the pit of my stomach as I circled Don’s neck with my arms. His eyes bore into my soul, a look of desire dancing between us as he held me close. I slowly rotated my hips, beckoning him like a siren’s song while grinding my wet panties against his arousal.
“See what you did?”
My eyes retraced their path to his bulge. “Maybe I meant to do it.”
Our lips fused and held, speaking of everything we’d left unsaid. The aching tension between us continued to build, threatening to erupt at any given moment. The caress of his tongue against my lips made me dizzy with desire. I reached down, circling his thickness with my hand, and his breath quickened.
Don pulled his lips away from mine. “I know we agreed to take things slow, but if given the opportunity, I would fuck the shit out of you, respectfully.”
The gentle yet demanding persuasion of his lips against my skin had all my inhibitions going up in smoke. “Fuck taking things slow. I wanna feel you inside me.”
When he received the green light, he stood and laid me on the tabletop. Don bunched my dress up to my thighs before tossing my legs in the air and sliding my panties completely off.
“They are so wet,” he commented.
I smirked, curling up one side of my lips. “See what you did?”
Don licked his lips, and a charge of excitement surged through me as he buried his face between my sweet heat. My back arched to the heavens as his tongue teased the tiny, throbbing bud between my thighs.
“Ooooh, my Gooood,” I purred beneath his touch.
He slid one of his long, brown fingers inside me while I relentlessly moved my hips against his lips. Moments later, my limbs went boneless as I reeled in wicked delight from an all-consuming climax.
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