“You. I need you.” I thrust my tits into his hands as he roughly fondles my flesh.
He tugs at my ear, and a whimper flies from my mouth. “Gonna need you to be more specific, babe.”
“Fuck me!” I all but yell. “I need you to fuck me.” We haven’t gone there yet because I’ve been purposely holding back. But not anymore. Kent doesn’t need to prove anything to me, and I’m ready to take this risk with him. Nothing has ever felt so right, and I want to give him every part of me, consequences be damned.
His hands stall on my boobs, and he tilts his head back, peering into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I press a hard kiss to his lips. “I’m done wasting time. Take me to your bed, and make me yours.”
We race up the two flights of stairs to his master suite, and I slam to a halt when I get a look at the new addition to the room. “You got a new bed,” I whisper, walking toward the gigantic four-poster bed like I’m on autopilot. My fingers toy with the sheer white gossamer curtains as he comes up behind me, pressing his chest to my back.
His hands land on my stomach in a possessive hold. “Do you like it?” he asks, brushing my hair aside with his nose, planting a trail of feather-soft kisses along my neck.
“I fucking love it.” I turn to face him, flinging my arms around his neck, peppering his mouth with kisses. “What are you doing to me, Kent Kennedy?” I drag his lower lip between my teeth, softly biting on the plump flesh. “You have this amazingly sweet romantic side I am completely addicted to.”
Grabbing my ass, he lifts me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. “That’s all for you, baby. No one else gets that side of me. Only you.”
Tears prick my eyes, and emotion clogs my throat, and I realize something else.
I’m in love with him.
With every part he has deemed to show me—and the parts he hasn’t as well.
I want to tell him because my heart is fit to burst, but I’m afraid of scaring him, so I keep the words trapped inside. For now. Instead, I let my hormones win because if he doesn’t fuck me now I might just die.
Kent throws me down on the bed, and I fist a hand in his shirt, yanking him down on top of me. Our mouths fuse as we writhe against one another, still fully clothed, and I can’t get enough of him. Every molecule in my body is on fire, and he’s the only one who can extinguish the flames. I tug at his shirt, rolling it up his body, and he sits up, one leg on either side of me, as he pulls it over his head and throws it on the floor.
He makes quick work of unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my bra-clad upper torso. In next to no time, my bra and shirt join his shirt on the ground and he’s leaning over me, tracing a path with his lips from my neck down along my collarbone and to the swells of my breasts.
He cups one boob in his large hand, kneading my sensitive flesh, while his mouth closes over the nipple of my other breast. He sucks hard, lightly grazing his teeth over the puckered bud, and my hips arch off the bed of their own volition. He tweaks my other nipple while his tongue does all kinds of wicked things to this one, and then he alternates, lavishing both breasts with attention until it feels like I could come just from this.
But I want more.
Need more.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and I need to feel this man moving inside me.
“Kent!” I hiss, shoving at his head. “Stop torturing me. I need your cock.”
He chuckles, releasing my tit with a popping sound. Hovering over me, he fixes me with that trademark shit-eating grin of his. “My foreplay is torture to you?” he teases, brushing his thumb against my mouth.
“It is when I’m desperate and needy and so fucking wet I’m likely to drown.”
He chuckles, sliding his body down along mine, worshiping my overheated flesh with his fingers and his mouth. He pops the button of my jeans, and his eyes stay latched on mine as he tugs the denim down to my hips, pushes my lace thong to one side, and thrusts two fingers inside me. “Perfect,” he murmurs, extracting his wet fingers and pushing them in his mouth. “So damn perfect,” he adds, making a meal out of licking my juices from his fingers.
My chest heaves and my core aches with need as I watch him fully remove my jeans and underwear before shedding his own jeans and boxers. He walks to the bedside table and retrieves some condoms and lube from the drawer, tossing them beside me on the bed.
Grabbing his hips, I pull him toward me as I sit up, my mouth at the perfect angle to suck his big cock. I don’t wait for permission, holding on to his hips as I lower my mouth over his perfection.
Kent has the biggest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. The flesh is warm and velvety-soft, and he’s long and thick as he slowly thrusts into my mouth. I stretch my lips wide, wanting to take as much of him as I can. Keeping one hand on his hip, I use my free hand to play with his balls, loving the weight and feel of them in my palm.
Abruptly, he pulls out, pushing my chest, forcing me to lie flat on my back, sideways across the bed. Dropping to his knees, he spreads my thighs wide, pulling me a little closer to the edge of the bed, before he dives in. His wicked tongue and fingers go to town on my pussy and my clit, and he brings me to an orgasm in record time.
I’m still coming down from the euphoric high when he repositions me on the bed, placing me in the middle with my head propped on several pillows. Kneeling between my thighs, he rolls a condom on before pushing his fingers inside me, scooping up my cum, and using it to coat his condom-covered shaft.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and a fresh wave of lust washes over me. I part my legs wider, inviting him in with blatant “fuck me” eyes, and he stops torturing me, driving inside me in one smooth, hard thrust.
I cry out as he fills me, stretching me like never before, and I close my eyes, absorbing the fullness and the feel of him conquering every part of my being, loving how incredible it feels to have him inside me.
