Kenzie’s tongue darts out and she’s moving off the bed without me even having to say anything. I take the condom off, and once she’s on her knees, I grip her hair with both hands. The moment her lips cover the head, I jerk my hips forward and feel the back of her throat.
To her credit, she doesn’t choke or back away. Instead, she bobs and swirls her tongue like my dick is the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.
My chin drops to my chest, and a rumble builds in my chest while I watch her ravish my cock. Her hot little moans vibrate along my shaft and straight to my balls that are tightening by the second.
I loosen my grip on her hair and groan when she takes me deeper than before.
Hell, I’m not going to last long enough to fuck her if I let her continue.
A few more strokes and licks later, I bend forward to grab her shoulders and my dick pops out of her mouth like a fucking lollipop.
She’s smiling proudly, but I ignore her smirk and toss her back onto the bed before reaching into my nightstand for another condom. This time I cover myself and stalk back to the mattress.
Kenzie is close to the edge, and I grab her hips before driving my dick into her pussy without warning.
Her head slams back onto the soft surface beneath her and she seems to be struggling to breathe between the loud moans while her nails dig into my comforter.
“Again,” she begs.
I’m tempted to deny her, but I don’t. Though, I’m not sure if that’s more for her benefit or mine.
My hips thrust forward, and I bring her legs up, so that they’re both resting on my right shoulder. Her body matches the movements, and I don’t slow my pace.
“So close,” she murmurs, and I’ve barely gotten started. She’s not making it easy to torture her, but I won’t give her the release she’s hoping for again. Not yet, anyway.
I pull out of her, and my eyes catch the rising of her open palm, but I’m flipping her back onto her stomach before she can take a swing at me.
“You’re being a di—” Her words are cut off when her face meets the mattress. I waste no time pushing her further onto the bed and crawling up myself. I spread her legs apart and lift her hips just enough to slam inside of her again.
My balls tighten. This time, I just might let her come, but only if she stays quiet.
I lean forward, placing a palm between her shoulder blades and grabbing a fistful of hair. My thrusts are slow yet consistent, testing just how mouthy she wants to be.
When she says nothing, I quicken my movements and press more of my weight over her body. Her skin is on fire and burning into my own. It’s supple and soft when I trace a finger up her ribs, and she shudders from my touch.
“Please, Bentley,” she begs.
Now, she’s getting the picture.
I flex my ass and drive harder into her, bringing her hips higher up and deepening the impact of my dick.
“Fuck. Yes. Right there. Jesus. Do not stop, for the love of all that is good in the world.” Her words fuel me this time instead of driving me mad.
Kenzie’s ass is pressing hard against my hips. She’s not letting me get too far away, and I can’t say I’m surprised.
“Oh, God.” Her forehead pushes into the bed, and she tightens so hard around my cock that I can’t stop my own release while also wondering if there might be bruises later.
I’m coming right alongside her, enjoying the full body shudders overcoming her beneath me.
Her face is hidden by her hair and the comforter. I pull the strands back and make sure she’s not suffocating, then pull out abruptly from her still-contracting pussy.
She makes aharumphsound when I walk back into the bathroom, and I grin only when I know she can’t see.
Kenzie isn’t someone I would have ever picked out of the crowd, but she at least wasn’t disappointing, and the sex is just what I needed to get past the delirium I blame on jet lag.
I dispose of the filled condom and grab a washcloth to clean myself up. Once I’m done, I grab another towel and wrap it around my waist.
Kenzie is still lying face down on my bed when I return. I give her ankle a shake. “Time to get up.”