The bastard would face my wrath if he dared try to hurt her more than he already had.
With the taste of her in my mouth, her body writhing in my hold, and the sound of her soft mews, I had to face facts. I was falling hard for this woman, something I’d never intended on doing, but had known if she’d dared walk back into my life, I’d find it impossible to resist her.
And look where I was, hungry like a wolf.
Soon she was tossing her head from side to side. I could tell she was close to a climax so I backed off, enjoying the way she took gasping pants.
“I need to… come,” she muttered.
“When I allow it.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. I can’t take it.”
I rubbed my lips on the inside of one thigh, slowly lifting my head. “Oh, but you will, Palomino Girl. You’ll take everything I dish out.”
She licked her voluptuous lips, her grin as close to maniacal as I’d seen. “Just remember… I do get even.”
“Mmm… I’d like to see you try.” Her scent infused my senses, more intoxicating than before. I finally lost myself in the activity, moving from slow and easy to a frantic speed. I knew the second when she wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Jesus. I can’t… I mean…”
“Come for me.”
There was no holding back. She was sweet putty in my hands.
And with another swipe of my rough tongue, she orgasmed.
I’d enjoyed beautiful women orgasming before. I was no saint, but every time Kenzie did, I was struck by just how much I craved her doing so again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Her body stiffened and she slapped her hand across her lips, perhaps embarrassed she was screaming while a man was feasting on her sweet pussy inside a glorified barn.
Something a little dirty, a little dangerous.
Her heart-shaped mouth twisted in pleasure, but there was also a look of fury. I knew her well enough and had seen the look countless times. She didn’t like being out of control. Not with her clients. Not with criminals.
Certainly not with her father.
Or with me.
Well, she’d need to learn I had no intention of allowing her to take control around me.
Call me possessive.
Call me a rough man.
Call me an asshole.
I didn’t much care. But I did care about her.
Pleasing her.
Taunting her.
Feasting.
And fucking.
Which was exactly what I was about to do.
