Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 20
I FEEL FULL.
It’s the only thought flourishing in my brain as Kal impales me on his
cock, the tip practically tickling my womb as he pushes into the hilt. Arousal
clogs in my throat, blossoming in my chest like a flower after an arduous
night; one by one, each petal unfolds, until the bud stretches fully, ready to
soak in the sunlight.
He moves slowly, achingly so, our mouths tangling in a kiss I feel in my
toes. Bracing me with the tops of his thighs, Kal claws at my butt cheeks,
using them to pull me up and down, as if trying to ease me into the motion.
Sure, it’s been weeks since I last had him inside me, but I don’t need a
warm up. Don’t want one; my pussy convulses with each thrust in, trying to
clamp down and keep him in place, my body racing toward another release
when he hits that sweet spot.
But then he’s retreating, pulling out just to shove back in, and the lack of