She laid back and shimmied out of her leather skirt and kicked her Chuck Taylors off. I grabbed her ankle, peeling her ankle sock off her foot and kissed my way down her calf muscle, kneeling down and continuing up her inner thigh. I could see her abdomen muscles clenching as she waited for me to get to her pussy.
My impatient princess.
I blew my breath over her lace panties, watching her writhe on the bed underneath me, loving that she gave herself over to me completely with no fear, no judgment, no weakness.
She was mine.
She’d been mine since the moment I kissed her in that kitchen on her birthday.
“Kendrick,” she moaned, loudly. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I asked her. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I wanted to hear her beg for it. I wanted to hear how much she needed me…wanted me.
“Please fuck me…I need you to fill me, to complete me.”
Fuck.
How could I not after hearing that?
I yanked at the side of her lace panties and pulled with all of my strength. The lace ripped apart, finally baring her drenched pussy to me. I pulled her thighs up and over my shoulders before I flattened my tongue and licked up her slit.
Heaven.
“Fuck,” she screamed out. “Yes!”
Pushing two fingers into her core, I slid in with ease as my tongue tangled with her clit, running the tip over her sensitive nub before pulling it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she screamed, her pussy grinding against my face. Her hand went to the back of my head, holding me down as she rode my face for all she was worth. I fucking lived for this. I wanted her to do this to me every goddamn morning for the rest of our lives. I wanted to wake up with her pussy in my face, riding my mouth, screaming my name until she came. I’d never leave the house until she was satisfied.
My fingers were being strangled as she screamed out her release, her arousal flooding my mouth. I lapped at her like a cat to a saucer of milk until she fell back against the bed, limbless.
Moving up her body, I kissed over her tummy, leading up to her breasts and her neck before I claimed her lips. Darby moaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss and holding me to her. I’d never get enough of kissing these lips, of having her devour my mouth with hers.
Darby Rose was fucking everything.
Her hands pushed my chest up and I disconnected from her mouth for her to push me to my back on the bed. Straddling me, she leaned down to kiss me quickly before she straightened and reached between us, grabbing my rock hard dick and positioning him right under her. She slid the tip in, slowly edging her way down. I gripped onto her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh to control her, but there was no controlling her.
I didn’t want her to be controlled. I wanted her to be my Goddess, my Queen, my everything and I wanted her to take everything she needed from me.
At all times.
I was here to worship her.
I eased my fingers on her hips and let her take me at her own pace, looking up into her eyes as her mouth worked into an O. When she was fully seated on me, she put her hands flat on my chest and moved her hips. She felt fucking divine.
Better than anything I had ever felt before. Somehow, every single time with her felt like the first time and I fucking loved it. She didn’t know what she liked yet, but I was more than happy to be her guinea pig. She ground her pussy over me, her moans filling the air, as she took what she needed. I slid my finger over her clit, rubbing her arousal over the engorged bundle of nerves. Her moans turned feral, her hips bucking faster as she rode toward her orgasm. When her pussy clamped down on me, her orgasm ripping through her hard, sending a tingle to my balls.
Fuck.
She rode me like a woman possessed, her climax slamming into her and stealing her breath. I flipped her onto her back, pulling one leg up over my shoulder and thrust into her, pumping my own climax into her before falling back to the bed in a heap.
She was…everything.
TEN
Rebel
Entwining my fingers with hers as she laid on my chest, our bodies completely satiated. It felt so good to have her back in my arms, like a piece of me had returned. I’d laughed at Fury when he told me that being without Ryleigh had caused him pain, but now I got it. I absolutely understood what that pain was and I didn’t care to relive it anytime soon.
