I cried out, throwing my head back and raking my nails down his muscled, tattooed arms as his thick cock rubbed against my clit again and again.
“Yes!” I moaned, gasping as the pleasure started to burn hotter and hotter, threatening to explode through me all over again.
Lincoln chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss me hard and rough. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it as his hands gripped my ass like it belonged to him.
“Greedy little girl,” he growled. His hips rocked against me, and this time, I knew I was about to crash over the edge.
“Make this bratty little cunt come for daddy, baby girl,” he rasped into my ear. His heavy balls slapped against my ass, and I could feel his big dick throbbing and swelling up even bigger.
“Make this little pussy come all over my cock, and then daddy’s going to give you every drop of his cum. Come for me, baby girl,” he groaned.
“Come for me, Kenzie.”
I screamed as the orgasm rocked through me, blazing through my body like a wildfire and igniting every inch of my skin. Lincoln roared, his thick, throbbing cock rocking against me once more before he suddenly tensed and then groaned. His fat cockpulsedagainst my little pussy, and I suddenly gasped as a thick, white spurt of cum pumped from his swollen head and landed in a streak across my tummy. He groaned again, his cock pumping rope after thick rope of hot, sticky cum across my belly, my thighs, and my pussy, until I wassoakedin him.
I panted, whimpering as he pulled back and growled. Lincoln wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked, pumping a few more spurts of cum against my pussy as I shivered in ecstasy.
“Kenzie…”
And then he kissed me —hard. He kissed me hard enough to make my toes curl and my whole body tremble. I could feel his still-hard cock pushing against me, and slowly, he nudged the thick head between my sticky pussy lips.
“Fuck, Kenzie—”
“Please—”
Suddenly, headlights flooded the living room.
“Ohfuck,” Lincoln hissed, his eyes darting up to meet mine. And suddenly, I realized what it was.
Wilder.
The two of us sprang part, lunging for clothes as Wilder’s Bentley roared up the driveway.
“Kenzie—”
“I have to go!” I jumped into him, kissing him fiercely and passionately, letting my tongue tease over his before I pulled away, grabbed my clothes and darted from the room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
I panted, sinking against the door and feeling my whole body trembling and throbbing with the heat of what’d just happened.
I wasn’t sure why I’d run from the room so fast. I guess because I didn’t want Wilder to “catch” me like that, with Lincoln’s cum still hot on my skin and trickling between my legs. What’d just happened with Lincoln had beeneverythingI wanted. But then, I also had these confusing feeling for Wilder — feelings that were just as intense and heated as the ones I had for Lincoln.
I bit my lip, sitting there in my room feeling my heart still racing and trying to make sense of the whirlwind of feelings I had fortwomen…
9
Lincoln
Ihadto tell him. It wasn’t even a fucking question. Wilder was my best friend, and we were closer than brothers. Lying to him, or not telling him about what’d happened with Kenzie was just off the fucking table.
I felt like an asshole though. Not for what’d happened with her —thathad been incredible. What had happened when Mackenzie and I had crashed together had been something that’d been brewing for months — an unstoppable force of nature that I knew then neither of us would’ve been able to stop anyways.
Ifeltfor her. Yes, there was the physical — the way her tight, untouched little body made my cock harder than it’d ever been. The way she moaned so fucking sweetly, or the way she gasped like she was coming when I spanked that little ass. Or the way pussy her tasted like candy and felt like heaven when I’d felt it coming against the underside of my cock.
But it was more than that. It was alotmore than that. Something about hersparkedsomething inside of me I’d never felt before. There’d been women in both our lives before — I mean, Wilder and I were both thirty-seven. But it’d never felt right. Nothing had “clicked” or made sense, and the few relationships both of us had had never really lasted.
With Kenzie, I felt the “click,” and I felt it hard.
It wasn’tjusther age either — it wasn’t me fetishizing her being “barely legal,” though I wasn’t going to deny that the thought made my cock fucking hard as steel. She was much older than her years, in a way. Yes, she had the “brat” act down, but I knew “rough background” when I saw it, and I knew Wilder did too. Hell, we’d bothcomefrom that ourselves. Kenzie had a worldliness about her that she hid away, but I’d seen it in her eyes from time to time since she’d arrived.