Only Kennedy.
“Are you trying to torture me?” she asks as her pussy squeezes my cock.
“Just relishing you, baby.”
“Next time.”
“Next time,” I agree with a soft laugh. Pulling out, I thrust back in. Over and over again, I move into her with hard strokes. Her head is tilted back, her hair falls down her back, and her nails dig into my bare shoulders.
“There,” she commands.
Sliding my hand between us, I gently press my thumb over her clit, and begin to massage. It’s not ten seconds later, and she’s screaming out my name and coming all over my cock. I spill inside her, and both of us are spent from the intensity of our orgasms.
I want nothing more than to hold her close, but we need to get cleaned up and dressed so that I can feed her. “Up you go.” I tap her thigh as I step back, my cock falling free of her body. I don’t look down because I know if I see the evidence of what we just did, my future wife and our baby aren't going to get fed anytime soon. Instead, I kiss her softly and move to the small bathroom inside my office to grab her some paper towels to clean up.
We quickly get dressed and move back to the main reception area of the shop to enjoy cold cheeseburgers and fries, but we do it with smiles on our faces.
“Worth it,” I mumble, popping another fry in my mouth.
Kennedy grins. “So worth it.”