She breaks with a cry, her body shaking while I work her through it. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her pulse against my tongue. A wave of wetness spills out of her, and I lap up every drop like I’m starving for it. I don’t stop until she’s whimpering and pushing at my head, until she’s so sensitive that every lick makes her jerk.
I rise to my feet and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth and clutches at my shirt.
Kendall takes my hand and leads me down a short hallway, her legs unsteady beneath her. The bedroom is small, the queen bed unmade, and the window looks out onto the city lights that paint everything in a blue glow. I push her down onto the mattress, and she bounces once, sprawling across the sheets while I strip off my shirt and step out of my jeans.
Her eyes roam over my body in the low light, lingering on the word inked under my left pec.
RUINED.
She doesn’t ask about it again. I grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans and roll it on while she watches. Then I’m on top of her, bracing myself on my forearms, looking down at her face. Her hair is fanned across the pillow, and her lips are swollen from kissing me, and her eyes are so dark that they’re almost black.
“You can still end this.”
“Fuck. Me. Or I’ll find someone else,” she threatens.
I notch myself at her entrance and push forward, watching her face as I sink into her inch by inch. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes flutter closed. She’s so tight that I have to pause halfway, have to breathe through the urge to slam deep and take what I want.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open and lock on to mine as I seat myself fully inside her. The moment stretches between us, something passing through the air as I start to move.
At first, I go slow, in long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of me. Her body adjusts, and then she arches into each thrust like she’s trying to pull me deeper. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her heels dig into my ass. She makes these broken little moans that get louder every time I bottom out.
“More.” She’s panting now. “Harder.”
I give her what she asked for, snapping my hips faster, and the sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. The headboard starts tapping against the wall, and I can’t think about anything except how good she feels, wrapped around me. I’ve waited years for this exact moment.
“I’m going to destroy you, Kendall.” I drop my mouth to her ear. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I fucking know,” she cries out. “I want you to.”
She moans and clenches around me.
“Tell me this, Ken Doll. When Jameson fucked you, did you imagine it was me?”
She gasps. “I want more of you.”
I slam into her, giving her everything I have. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she confesses.
“I fucking knew it.”
I shift my angle, and she cries out, her nails raking down my back, hard enough to draw blood. I memorize that angle and hit it again, and again, and again, until she’s babbling incoherently beneath me.
“Right there. Oh, I’m so …”
She shatters, and I fuck her through it, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her pussy milk my cock in waves. Before she’s even finished, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until she’s on her hands and knees.
“You’re coming for me again,” I tell her and slam back inside.
I go even further and hit spots I couldn’t reach before. I grip her hips, setting a brutal pace, watching my cock disappear into her body over and over, and she pushes back to meet every thrust like she can’t get enough.
“You’re going to feel me tomorrow, Kendall.”
Her hand snakes between her legs, and she rubs her clit in frantic circles. Within a minute, she’s coming again, her face pressed into the pillow to muffle her screams.
I flip her onto her back because I want to see her face for this next part. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused; there are tear tracks on her cheeks, and she looks completely destroyed.
