Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah, we are.” I drop down to my forearms, lower my head, and she reaches for more.
“Okay.” Soft and sweet, whispering her response across my lips. My mouth attaches to hers, my tongue slides inside, and I’m back to working my hips, pushing in and out of her, hating the moment I’m only in with the tip. The best part, though, is when she makes this little breathless whimper in the back of her throat when I’m seated all the way inside. The fleshy part of her ass cushions my balls, and one day soon, after I’ve had her pretty lips wrapped around my cock and she swallows my come, we’ll move to me taking her ass. Jesus, there are so many things I want to do to Kennedy, and I’d bet she’d more than willingly go for it, too.
I take her mouth like I’m taking her cunt, fast and hard, relentlessly. Next time, we’ll go slow, after I’ve had my fill of her. I can feel her body respond. Her muscles lock up, and her pussy bears down, hard enough it damn near pushes me out. I stay where I am, giving her short thrusts back and forth. Trying to hold off on the need to paint her cunt with my come.
“Goddamn, you go to my head faster than a shot of whisky.” I pull back, wanting to see her face this time when her orgasm takes hold. Her hair is a matted mess, her body is glistening with sweat instead of water from the shower, and her eyes are closed. Kennedy’s head tips back, and a long rasping moan of my name echoes throughout the room. It seems my woman is wild and loud, the best of both fucking worlds.
I keep screwing her through it all, chasing my own high of being inside her perfect body. My balls draw up tight, and I’m forced to lift away from her body, using the back of her thighs to keep her pinned to the mattress as my come is pulled from my body. My own eyes close, and I relish the feeling of her around me. Damn, it’s a thing of beauty. I stay planted where I am, holding myself still, and when I open my eyes, the minx has a grin painted on her face. I feel it before I see it. Kennedy has her fingers on her clit, slowly sliding through our combined wetness, and what she does next makes it a guarantee I’ll be taking her again.
“You lookin’ to get fucked again, Kennedy?” I ask.
“Nope, just wanted a taste.” She pulls her fingers away from us and repeats the performance I gave her in the shower. She wraps her tongue around where our wetness is coated and sucks on them.
“Yeah, you’re getting fucked again.” My cock grows inside her. Sleep won’t be happening any time soon, that’s for sure.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” she replies. A total fucking minx, but she’s my fucking minx.
9
KENNEDY
“Said it in the shower, but it bears repeating. I’m sorry, Kennedy. Should have been a man and talked to you. The way I treated you burned a hole in my gut. The only thing keeping me away from you was this fucking case. Never again will I treat you that way. You’re it for me, babe.” My fingers are playing with his, noticing the rough texture to my smoothness. Even after weeks of stripping, my hands haven’t taken the brunt that most strippers’ do, probably because of all the lotion I use on a daily basis. My day job has me working with paper, typing, and filing, then by night working a pole. It’s hell on your skin. I lather and slather as much as possible.
“Thank you, but one apology is more than enough. You weren’t the only one who handled things badly. I’m as much to blame. Instead of talking to you, I decided icing you out would be easier. How very mature of me.” I’ve been thinking about this a lot; it’s been plaguing me well before tonight. Yes, I wanted Trent for my own, no matter the consequences, and I didn’t think to care about what he could potentially lose.
“Babe, think we both made mistakes along the way. I should have pulled my head out of my ass, talked to your brother a long fucking time ago or gone after what I’ve wanted.” He runs his finger through my damp hair. It’s going to be a tangled mess come morning. I didn’t have it in me to ask if he had a blow dryer, and even if he did, it’d take forever and a day to deal with the thick dark strands. It’s tomorrow’s problem, plus Briar will undoubtedly want me to swim with her, which means back-to-back washing. I settle deeper into his side, my head burrowing in, stealing his body heat. I’m always cold. Even in the dead of summer, you can find me beneath a blanket while sitting on the couch or grab a hoodie to keep warm. Even with the Florida humidity during the hot-as-balls months, I’m pretty much still trying to find a way to stave off the coldness that seeps into my bones.