But this?Fuck, it wasn’t exactly a scream. It wasn’t a word. It wasn’t anything but a quiet, helpless moan emerging in a broken thready voice.
But it was…
So.
Fucking.
Hot.
His hard thrusts quickened and Kenna, still with that dazed look on her face, inwardly focused on her building pleasure, grunted in time with every single one of them.
“Uh…uh…uh! Uhuh! UH!”
He varied his rhythm.
Slow. Fast. Slow. Fast. Fast. And with every single thrust, he got what he wanted.
That beautiful, involuntary keening sound of pleasure.
She drew her knees up to his hips and he hooked a hand behind each one, spreading her wider, lifting her higher as he continued to fuck her hard and fast.
So focused was Smith on the music he was making between his body and her voice that he barely noticed when his balls tightened and that warning snap of electricity gathered at the base of his spine.
All he saw, all he heard, all he felt was Kenna.
And all he wanted was to see her unravel again.
He knew she was close. Her soft, helpless little cries were getting louder, sharper and her pussy was contracting almost uncontrollably around his hardness.
It was the viselike squeezing around his cock that finallymade him recognize how very close he was to falling over the edge.
He was only a thrust or two away. It surprised him, how stealthily it had crept up on him. He couldn’t come yet, Kenna was close, but not as close as he was.
In desperation, he shifted her long, toned left leg over his shoulder and leaned into her. Changing the angle of his hard thrusts, finding and hitting her spot more accurately, with his blunt cockhead.
Her noises morphed into a wail and when he moved a hand to her pussy to tweak the knot of her clit between his knuckles, she finally came apart at the seams.
She screamed his name, and it sounded sofucking beautiful.He could get used to it.
He latched on to the fading note of her cry, and used it to follow her home, coming with a violence and intensity that he hadn’t felt in—hell, hadn’t felt inever.
He and Kenna were lost in uncharted waters right now.
And Smith, who was still pulsing thick hot cum into her tight crevice, was perfectly happy to be on this voyage into the unknown with her.
Smith eventually slumped over Kenny, still wedged between her spread thighs, his cock still gently throbbing inside of her. His face was turned toward the kitchen and his head lay on her chest between her breasts.
He grew heavier and heavier on top of her as somnolence crept over them both, but Kenny found that she didn’t mind the weight of him.
“Crushing you.” His broad shoulders shifted slightly, even though he made zero real effort to move off her.
Kenny smiled and looped her arms around his sweaty back, holding him in place.
“I’m okay for now.”
“Think we ruined the new couch,” he said, his voice so slurred with sleep now that the words were barely decipherable.
“Since I’m the one lying in the wet spot, I’m well aware of that fact,” she said, her own voice weighted down by exhaustion. A light snore told her that he probably hadn’t heard her reply.
