“You wore this dress for me,” I say.
“I did, hoping you’d lose your fucking mind. Did it work?”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with want.
I unbuckle my belt and free myself, pressing against her entrance without pushing in. “What do you think?”
“I think you should stop teasing and fuck me already.”
“Always so demanding.” I rock my hips and slide through her wetness. “Love a woman who knows what she wants.”
She reaches between her legs and cups my balls. “I want you.”
“Tell me.” I wait impatiently at her warm entrance before pulling back. “Every filthy fucking detail.”
She leans into me, and I groan in frustration.
“I want you to fuck me so hard that I don’t know what planet I’m on. I want to feel you?—”
I slam into her before she can say another word.
She cries out, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling the sound as I start to move. This isn’t gentle, and it isn’t sweet. I fuck her like I’m trying to erase every touch my brother gave her tonight, every smile, every whispered word.
“You feel that?” I growl against her ear, my hips snapping against her ass. “That’s me stretching you. You belong to me, Kendall. Me.”
She moans against my palm and pushes back to meet each thrust.
“You’re mine—you know that?”
She nods frantically.
“You’ve always been mine.”
Another nod, more desperate this time.
I gently bite down on her shoulder, and her pussy squeezes me so tight that my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You’re going to go back out there and sit next to him and smile and make small talk while I’m dripping down your thighs. Every time he touches you, remember who makes you feel like this. No other man will ever give you what I will.”
“I know,” she confesses.
I reach around to find her clit, rubbing circles while I pound into her, and she falls apart within seconds. She comes so hard that I hold her up, fucking her through it, chasing my own release until I spill deep inside her with a groan I can barely muffle against her neck.
I stay buried in her as we both catch our breath, my forehead pressed against her shoulder.
“That was …” she starts, gasping for air.
“Not enough.” I pull out slowly, watching myself drip from her. “It’s never enough with you.”
“I know.”
“We’re fucked, Kendall. I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
I grab her underwear from the floor and tuck them into my pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
