Kenzie helps with her pants, and when her ass is on display for me, I palm one of the cheeks before raising my hand and quickly lowering it.
The smack echoes through the room, followed by Kenzie’s moan. She lowers her head to the bed, and her ass presses closer to me.
I leave her there and grab a condom from the nightstand. In the seconds it takes me to discard my sweatpants, put the condom on, and return, she’s turned over. Her shirt and bra are missing, and her legs are spread open for me.
Her pussy is still smooth, without the slightest bit of stubble showing, making me believe that she’s a fan of waxing. Suddenly, so am I. My eyes travel up her stomach, over her perfect tits, and find her gaze on my cock.
There’s no smirk on her face when she reaches for me. “Fuck me, Bentley.”
I intend to do that and so much more.
My fingers move over her breasts and further down until they find her clit and slip inside her tight pussy.
She pushes down on my hand and moans. “Not like that.”
I know what this vixen wants. The me from that first night would have made her wait, but fuck. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the same thing: my dick driving hard into her slick heat.
I nudge her further onto the mattress and move between her legs. Once I’m situated on my knees, I don’t give Kenzie any warning before I lift her hips and thrust inside her ready and waiting pussy.
Her arms spread out, and her nails dig into my pillows while she cries out, muttering, “Fuck, yes.”
I lean forward and lower myself before placing my hand on her stomach, positioning her right where I want before I continue fucking her into oblivion.
Kenzie’s hips match my movements, and our rhythm is perfectly in sync. She eagerly takes everything I have to offer, and I don’t have to worry about being careful with this woman. She’s strong and fierce and knows exactly what she wants.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.” One of her hand’s moves between her legs and I’m reminded of her first night here when she touched herself in my shower.
Hot as that might be, I can’t let her push her own orgasm over the edge.
That’s my fucking job.
I pause my thrusts and growl out my words. “Hands stay on the pillows.”
She whimpers but does as I say and is rewarded when I fuck her harder and faster than before. My fingers trail around her hips, following the dips that lead to her pussy until I find her clit.
When I press against the sweet spot, Kenzie’s head rears back and ass lifts higher off the bed to meet my movements. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Sweat builds on the back of my neck from the increased pace, and my muscles ache, but I’m not even close to done with this woman.
She tightens around me, and I fight to hold back my own release. Her body shudders, and goosebumps rise along her exposed skin.
Her head hangs forward, and I stay buried inside her until she begins to move again.
“More?” I ask.
“Always more,” she answers, voice rough.
I pull out of her and lay on the bed. “Good answer. Now, fuck me like you hate me.”
She smirks. “Not a problem.”
Kenzie climbs on top of me, and her nails bite into my skin, somehow making my dick even harder than before.
I know I should end this. I know I shouldn’t have even let her into my house, let alone my bed for a second time, but as she rides me hard and dirty, I can’t find the will to push her away.
This time, I’ll let Kenzie sleep in my bed, and tomorrow will have to be soon enough to figure out what to do next with this wild woman who has blown into my world like a damn tornado.