ChapterFour
A DICKASS
Bentley
When I broughtKenzie into the bathroom, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I sure as hell hadn’t expected her to start fingering herself in front of me. Brazen doesn’t even begin to describe the woman I’ve unexpectedly brought into my home.
She is stunning until she opens her mouth. Then, she makes me want to bend her over my knee and spank the defiance right out of her.
Though, as she rubs her hands over my chest with the body wash just as I’ve demanded, I want to fuck her mouth into submission.
Her hand starts to travel further south, and I snatch it. “No.”
She cocks a perfectly arched brow at me. “No? What do you meanno?”
“I mean I’m done with the shower, and I want to fuck you in the bedroom.”
Her cheeks and chest flush. She might be fighting listening to me, but everything about her actions says she loves each command I give.
Kenzie shrugs and exits the shower. She’s soaking wet and doesn’t bother to take a towel.
If she gets in my bed…
My hand twitches when I move to follow her, grabbing a towel as I go.
When I enter the bedroom, her auburn hair is fanned out over my pillows, likely destroying the silk fabric.
I stalk forward and grab her ankles, jerking her to the edge of the bed. “You have shit for manners.”
I may not like a showy lifestyle, but I still enjoy nice things, and I’m not okay with them being ruined by carelessness.
Still, as much as I want to be angry with the vixen of a woman and kick her out, I decide to fuck the apology I want out of her.
Kenzie is propped up by her elbows watching me intently with bright hazel eyes. She isn’t shy with her body, either, pushing her chest out, waiting for me to make my next move.
Instead of letting her get joy out of observing me, I flip her over and bring her hips back until my condom-covered dick presses against her ass.
She makes soft mewling noises and I spread her cheeks apart with my fingers, then slowly trail my hands down until I reach her swollen folds.
Kenzie pushes against my touch, and I pull my hand away.
She looks back at me with narrowed eyes, and I give her nothing in return other than a dead stare. She thinks she knows me, but she doesn’t know shit. I’m going to show her that.
As much as I want to drive my dick into her heat, and I’m certain that’s what she wants as well, I change my mind and flip her back over without making eye contact with her. Before she can question my motives, I drop to my knees and drape her legs over my shoulders.
One finger rubs against her clit, and my mouth covers the rest of her pussy. She rocks against my face, and I use my free hand to press over her stomach and keep her as still as possible.
My tongue laps at her center, and she thrashes on the bed.
I add another finger and curl them inside her. I expect her to cry out, and when she does, she also tenses under my hold.
She’s like putty in my hands, but I’m not ready to give her a release. Not when she carelessly came to lay in my bed.
My head backs up and I wipe my fingers on the towel I dropped to the ground. When I stand back up, she’s glaring at me. “That was rude.”
“So was getting into my bed without drying off,” I deadpan.
She huffs and opens her mouth to say something else, but I’m done hearing her talk. I take a step back and glance down at my cock before looking back up at her.