“Good because I’m gonna put this dirty mouth on your pussy and lick you until you scream.”
I chuckle darkly as she curses, pressing down against my hand, her actions all instinct and no thought. No finesse, not that we need it as I grab her hips, pulling her down and rocking her body over my aching hard cock.
“Oh, that . . .” Her words draw off into a groan. One I join her in as her heat brands me, my rasping answer pressed into her neck.
“The horrors of the marital bed.”
Kennedy giggles, but she doesn’t stop moving. In encouragement. In desperation. Taking my hands full of her arse, I flip her under me. Pressing her back against the padded bench, I kneel between her legs. Hands on her inner thighs, I press them wide. The sight of her spread out before me makes me feel dark and a little wild. She’s like some sumptuous meal, and I don’t know where to begin.
Liar, my mind whispers as I press my face between her legs, inhaling the scent of her arousal through her underwear.
She smells good enough to eat.
“Roman.” My name is a trembling plea.
“You’re not gonna ask me to get off my knees again, are you, little love.”
“No. Please don’t.”
My hot breath pools against her. She whimpers at the tug of my teeth. Arches like a cat as I hook my thumbs into the sides of her underwear and begin their slow slide down her legs. As I do, she watches, watches that slow descent as though cataloguing the moment for a later replay.
Her body jolts as I trail my finger up her leg, almost tasting the sweet gasp of her shock as I reach the apex. I part her flesh, dipping down to press the flat of my tongue low between her legs, savouring the taste of her, her sigh, and the way her whole body tremors. She tastes like honey and musk. Like surrender. Like the best of sins. She tastes like she belongs to me as I lap her slick heat, pressing her thighs wide as I begin to devour her.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Kennedy. So wet for me.” My words are a husky whisper. I’m not even sure they make any sense. I’ve eaten a lot of pussy but none that’s made me feel like this. Like I could do this all night, like I could eat her until all that’s left of her are sighs and bones.
I lick and lap. Fuck her with my fingers and my tongue. Work her until her hips are bucking and the sounds she makes are almost keening.
“Please,” she cries, her thighs trembling around my ears. Her hands in my hair, she pulls. As if my cock wasn’t hard enough. As if she’d expected my lust-soaked groan to heighten her pleasure. “Please, Roman. I can’t . . . not like this.”
I do love a challenge.
“Things were said, little love,” I growl darkly. My gaze crawls up her body, past the flush on her chest and nipples as hard as cherries. “Promises were made.”
“I didn’t—”
“Doesn’t matter.” With the point of my tongue, I draw a wet circle around her clit. Her eyes roll closed, and the sound she makes is almost a sob.
“P-please.”
“Little love, no need to beg.” I fasten my mouth over her, my tongue flicking and licking her clit as I drive two fingers inside her.
The almost lewd sounds of her pleasure drive me on, drive me wild, make me want to camp out and make her pussy my forever home. The air is filled with her moans and my fucking growls as she cries out once more, then comes hard—harder than I’ve ever seen. Felt. Experienced. And it’s fucking amazing. Fingers clawing, legs spasming, pussy pulsing. She makes me feel like a god.
When I finally kiss my way up her body, I notice how tears have tracked down her cheeks.
“Kennedy.” My chest tightens as I slide my hand over her head.
“It was . . . I think I just had an out-of-body experience.”
There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I can’t process anything but the feel of her under me and the way her breath catches as I tighten my hand in her ponytail. Tugging back her head, I swallow her whimper, pressing my lips to hers with a demand of,
“Unzip me.”
Honestly, I’m surprised I get the words out. My body jolts as she reaches between us and moans, tasting her own essence from my mouth.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
Her hand palms my cock over my pants, her fingers nimble on the button. The soft susurrus of the zip follows and—
—and a knocking somewhere?
13
Kennedy
PRESENT
ONLY FANS
I rap my knuckles on the door of the tiny house for a second time, setting the coffees down on the deck to check my watch. I am on time. He isn’t, I bristle. If this is the level of interest he’s showing now, then it doesn’t exactly bode well for—