“See something you like?” she murmured.
Delicate hands palmed her heavy breasts, making him jealous. He immediately regretted letting her undress herself. Kennedy was toying with him like he couldn’t rise up and rip the material from her body.
He should, and he would if she didn’t speed this performance up.
One leg was popped to the side, accentuating her thick, toned thighs. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of her thong but didn’t pull them down. Instead she pulled the thin scrap of fabric to the side and gave him a mouthwatering view of her bare slit. Every remaining speck of blood rushed south to the heavy erection in his hand.
“Kenn, enough! Take. It. Off,” he commanded with an air of dominance.
“I’m stripping, just like you asked. If you wanted it done fast, you should’ve included that stipulation with your request.” Her grin was infuriating. She was right. The lawyer in him couldn’t resist agreeing with her. The little mix was going to be the death of him.
“Last warning, babe. Do it or I do it for you.”
“As you wish.” She was smiling but she wouldn’t be for long. He guaranteed it.
Reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. Two dark nipples winked at him in the firelight. She eased the panties over her hips, over her thick cakes, and down her legs. He could tell from where his spot in the bed that the crotch of her panties were a sticky mess. When they reached her ankles, she stepped out of the thong.
“You all done playing?” Luke removed his briefs, so he was as naked as she. He gave his cock a hard shake, chuckling as her eyes followed its every move.
She nodded.
“Well, then. Come get your prize.” He reached down and stroked himself, his penis twitched a wave of greeting to her.
She was on top of him in seconds. They groaned simultaneously as their bodies came together.
“Fucking finally,” she panted.
He knew exactly what she meant. This moment felt like decades in the making. Greedily he lifted off the bed and sucked on a nipple and fondled the other one. He feasted on them like a starving man.
Kennedy squirmed on him, trying to line her dripping core up to his dick. “So good, papi. Más, por favor.” She clutched her shoulders, forcing her breast further into his mouth, and it was heaven.
He forgot how well his dick responded to hearing her speak Spanish in the bedroom. A splatter of her honey fell on his lower abdomen. She was leaking her juices on him instead of in his mouth. Couldn’t have that.
Luke released her heaving breasts and smiled. “I think…I need a snack.”
The look in her eyes was murderous. “You’re thinking about food at a time like this?”
“Not food exactly. A nectar of sorts.” He licked a nipple. “I want you on my tongue.”
Recognition dawned on her face as she realized what she wanted. He moved his hands down her sides, memorizing every swell and curve of her flesh. He scooted his body down on the bed then pulled her by the waist to the place where he needed her most. She hovered a few inches over his mouth.
The short distance between them was too much. He wanted to peel back her soft petals and lap at the treasure inside. All she had to do was lower her hot pussy to his waiting mouth. But she didn’t.
He gripped her ass and pulled her down. “Bomboncita, damn it. I’m fucking starving for you.”
She eased down on his face like she was a regal queen. Luke smiled. He had absolutely no qualms with his face being her throne. He balanced her on his tongue, groaning as he lapped at the dripping slit before him.
Multi-tasking, his moan turned into a vibrating hum directly on her clit. Kennedy cried out, squeezing his head with her powerful thighs. It was music to his ears. He repeated the action. She writhed and squirmed against him with every slurp of his tongue, her breath coming in short gasps and her core spasming in bursts of tremors.
“Fuck. Lu, wait. Wait, I can’t… I just need a minute–” she screamed, her voice hoarse.
I waited too long already, babe.
Luke wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and anchored her clit to his mouth. Whether she liked it or not, there was no escaping him now. He didn’t stop, and he didn’t slow down. That was asking the impossible.
She whimpered, arching into him. The sound was music to his ears. The sound of her submission and surrender. A guttural groan escaped him as her pussy tightened and released on his face. He drew her clit into his greedy mouth, his pace matching the throbbing of her little button. He licked her cream as she shuddered through her orgasm. Selfishly, he milked her sensitive pussy for every last bit of nectar he could find.
She rolled off him looking every bit a beautiful mess. Pride pulsed through his veins. He’d tongue-delivered a perfect orgasm for his woman.
"Get on all fours," he said firmly.
Surprisingly, Kennedy did as she was asked. He expected some resistance. At least a smartass comeback about how she hated being bossed around. Even though he knew she secretly loved it.
She did neither. Probably because they both knew what came next. It was time to begin the fucking in earnest.
Chapter 18
"Get on all fours.”
His request was a heavy dose of déjà vu. They were almost exactly the words he’d said to her five years ago when they had sex for the last time five years ago.
She corrected herself. It wasn’t a request. He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t even telling her. Luke was commanding her like a fucking dicktator. Kennedy was a bleeding-heart liberal but, in this case, she didn’t mind authoritarianism.
Hell, she could even grow to love it.
Her eyes looked back at him in wonder. Still dazed from dancing on his tongue, Kennedy marveled at the chiseled man behind her. She took in his tousled blonde hair, the clenched jaw, the muscular torso. Hell, Luke was so damn handsome it hurt to look at him sometimes.
He concentrated fiercely on her body. She knew that he didn’t want to fuck this up. Not like he could anyhow. It was just another reason why she loved– er, cared–about him.
He was a sweetheart. Even when she suffocated him with her cunt, he went out of his way to give her a life-shattering happy ending. Such a thoughtful lover. As more proof, he pulled a pillow in front of her so that she had something to lay her head on.
On second thought, Luke was a smartass. Kennedy never could keep her voice down. Pillows helped drown out her screams. She rolled her eyes. It wasn’t her fault that he dicked her down like a champ.
He rubbed her ass to let her know how much he appreciated her backside. With lusty eyes, Kennedy watched him as he settled himself into position. He loomed behind her, his legs spread well apart, seemingly hypnotized by her ass. Luke fisted himself and spanked her cheeks with his thick cock.
Carefully, he guided his cock into her. Her entrance opened for him. She heard him take a deep breath and pushed hard. Her offered absolutely no resistance as he penetrated her.
“Yes. Hell yes,” she hissed as her head hit the pillow.
“Just getting started, babe. Get used to me being here,” Luke rasped behind her, holding his position.
After several seconds, he began pushing further in, half an inch at a time. He was taking his sweet, sweet time. She hated him for it. The slow pace was so intimate. Too intimate.
It was unexpected from the fast and furious pace she thought he was going to give to her. Luke slowly sank into her and only when he was balls deep did he say, “You’re just as tight and wet as I left it. You been taking care of my pussy for me?”
“Yes. Always,” she said desperately.
She wanted him to stop teasing. She wanted to beg. She wanted him to rut her like an animal. She deserved it.
Kennedy felt him shift. He leaned over her body, cock twitching inside her and nibbled her earlobe. “You admit this pussy is mine, Kennedy?”
“God, yes! I’ll say anything you want. Just move,” she pleaded. Frantic energy settled over her. She was wo
ndrously full, yes, but the idiot refused to fuck her how she wanted him to.
He licked the shell of her ear. “Say it then. Say your pussy is mine. And only mine. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
“Why can’t you just do what I say and move?” She was full-on having a temper tantrum as he filled her to the brim.
He delivered three slaps to her mound in quick succession. “Doesn’t work like that. Either say it or...” he made good on his threat and pulled out of her velvety sheath completely.
Where was he going? Why was he taking his glorious gift away? Damn him and his savage power play.
“Come back,” she begged. “My pussy is your pussy. Only yours. Happy now?” she spit out the words as fast as she could. Anything to ease her deliriousness and unsatisfied lust. Those words would bite her in the ass one day soon. Of that, she was sure. She didn’t care.
Moments later, she was fully impaled again. And finally–finally–he began to fuck. He started quite slowly, but at least he was moving. Steadily, he increased the pace; faster, harder, faster, harder, until he was giving her the fucking she'd asked for.
He slapped her ass. “Say my name, Kenn.”
“Luke,” she said on a ragged moan.
“Again,” he demanded.
She screamed it. Now that she said it, she wished she hadn’t. His name sounded so perfect rolling off her tongue. So picture-perfect that it was the only thing she wanted to say. And she never wanted anyone else to say his name either. That right was expressly reserved for her.
His swollen cock delivered strokes that were long and deep. She concentrated on meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Is this what you wanted, Kenn?” She heard the smile in his voice. A strong hand pulled the thick strands resting on her shoulder, prompting her to respond.
“Less talking, more fucking,” she said, as rolled her hips, pulling him in deeper.
“All you had to do is ask. That’s all you ever had to do.” His tone was slightly different now. Serious. Maybe even reverent. He reached a hand under hear and strummed her clit.
“I don’t want to ask. I want to take, and you want to give.” When it came to him, she truly was a selfish brat. It was beginning to dawn on her that
God, why was she talking? Hadn’t she learned her lesson. Trying to speak while he pounded into her was tantamount to sitting in confessional. Mouthfuls of truth spilled out of her before she could stop them.
Feverish hyperactive energy precipitated her climax. Comparable to the pressure before a bottle of champagne blows its top. Whatever his response was, she didn’t hear it. Her muscles tightened around him and she exploded for the second time that night.
“That’s right, babe. Fall apart for me.”
Holy shit. This was what she had been missing. Why other partners could never compare to Luke. Kennedy shuddered from head to toe. He robbed her of her ability to speak save for her chanting his name over and over again. His name was the only sound her voice box allowed her to make.
A few drips of sweat hit her back as Luke’s shudders mirrored her own. A moment later he jerked violently against her with a final plunge. Volley after volley of creamy semen jetted from his cock, bathing her inner walls. God bless Obamacare and her birth control pills.
Luke kissed her forehead, proving her hypothesis. See? He was bossy, but heartbreakingly sweet and thoughtful. Her body started to come down of its high. Neither one able to support their own body weight, they collapsed together on the bed, still attached by Luke’s unsoftened cock.
This was nirvana. Pure and simple.
She thought he was done?
Hell no. Not even close to it. His first release was only a practice round. By the hardness of his dick, Luke Junior agreed. The angel underneath him still held him in her velvety clutches.
“Not done with you yet,” he whispered lovingly in her ear, loving the way she moaned in response.
“Jesus. I need a break before we go another round.”
He snarled at that. “Not happening, this is what happens when you run away from me for five years.”
“Luke,” she warned trying to nudge him off her, to push him out of her. The little minx thought she could run away? He’d warned her so many times that he didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy when he pushed inside her as deep as he could.
Her days of running were over. His gripped the Kennedy’s shoulders. “This is what happens when you give me a blowjob in the middle of the fucking night then run away.”
He pulled out, just to the tip. With both hands he held her plump ass by each hip. He rammed in and out with an intensity he’d never experienced before. A combination of past hurt and current pleasure fueled every pump of his hips.
He growled in her ear. “Shit, Kenn. Why would you ever run from this? You and me, we’re perfect together.”
He mentally recorded the long inward drive, then retreat, memorizing the feel of his dick extending from her sweet piece of heaven. He tried his damnedest to mark her as his. To let her know who owned her. It was only fair. She’d owned him since she stole his heart out of his chest five years ago.
Kennedy’s disapproving groans transformed into loud cries of pleasure.
He rotated his hips the way she knew she liked. “So damn perfect together.”
He bit down on her shoulder blade. She immediately fell apart, squeezing him, tempting his balls to empty their contents again. When he had claimed every inch that he could, he drained everything he had into her.
For around twenty seconds, Luke crushed Kennedy’s petite beneath him, too exhausted to move. Finally, he recovered enough of his energy to gently pull out. He rolled to one side of the bed.
Spent didn’t begin to describe how he felt. He was fucking exhausted. But contentment shadowed closely behind. Luke was happy. He had craved her for so long and now he’d finally had her. The follow-up question was, could he keep her?
He turned over to inspect his handiwork. Bombon was out cold. Tucking her against his shoulder, he stroked her hair and sniffed the familiar scent of peaches.
He was in deep trouble. Heart trouble. The exact type of trouble he had avoided since Yale. Safe in the knowledge that she was sleep, he posed a question to the dark room, “Will you ever give me my damn heart back, woman?”
Chapter 19
From dusk until pre-dawn, they took their fill of each other’s body.
They screwed like they were training for some type of sex Olympics. Kennedy stretched her calves, the burn of overexertion licking up her muscles. Her body was so sore. She stifled a yawn.
Luke’s legs were tangled up in hers and her nose was somehow buried in his armpit. She didn’t have the faintest explanation for how they wound up contorted in such an odd position.
Gross.
Moving slowly, she unfolded herself from Luke’s embrace and took a quick shower in his bathroom. After she dressed in her robe, she looked around the room. The early hours of the morning were usually reserved for checking work emails and stressing over her pitiful bank account.
She reached into luggage before realizing that her laptop was tucked at her apartment and her phone was somewhere in Gretzky’s clutches.
“Right. What to do next then?” she asked, looking at Luke’s sleeping body.
Her stomach answered for her.
She stopped by the bed and brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. He looked so innocent in his sleep. She kissed his temple and snuck out of his bed into to the kitchen. The first rays of early morning stretched across the sky and shone through the windows.
Hands full of fruit and yogurt, she slammed the refrigerator door shut and dumped her supplies on the kitchen island. A blinking red dot drew her attention away from her morning snack.
That’s odd. A cell phone was perched on the counter. She looked around the room. Was this a trap? Was she being set up? It was doubtful that the phone was accidentally left there. From what she knew about him, Gretzky was meticulous about
details.
The no-phone rule was enforced every day, all day. He’d taken care to even disconnect all the landlines in the cabin too. But then again, maybe another staff member from the main house had left their phone unintentionally.
Yes, that made much more sense. Extremely plausible.
Kennedy convinced herself that this explanation was sound. And used it for justification for what she did next. Snatching the phone, she slipped it into her pocket and headed back upstairs to her bedroom.
Once upstairs she shut her bedroom door and then went into her bathroom. She clicked the power button and was delighted when it turned on. Overwhelming gratitude compelled her to kiss the phone before dialing up her voicemail.
11 messages. The first eight were work-related. That was expected. She listened to one from Roberta asking for an update about Madeleine’s divorce negotiations. She deleted it. If Roberta was so impatient, she could ask her friend herself.
The next voicemail was from Kai asking for details of the winter cabin extravaganza, as she phrased it. Kennedy deleted that one as well. God bless her, but Kai’s memory was shit-all. How was she expected to give her juicy details on a no-WIFI, zero-tech trip? Silly rabbit.
The last message was the one that sent her blood-pressure soaring. She played the message a second time:
“Ms. Notyce, this is Director Penhomme at CaringHands Senior Facility. We have not received your promised payment as of yet. This is a reminder to pay the balance of your grandmother’s bill as we discussed. Unfortunately, if payment is not rendered by December twenty-sixth, we’ll have to send your bill to collections. Additionally, you would need to find alternative arrangements for Yelena. I’d hate to see that happen. Please give me a call when you have a chance.”
The gravity of her situation crashed down like an anvil. Guilt ate at her gut. Here she was, having a winter sexcapade, and her grandmother’s health was disintegrating at an alarming rate. Add to that, Christmas was in four days. Kennedy detested the holiday season, but Yelena was obsessed with Christmas when she had been healthy. A salty drop trickled from her eye when she realized that she wouldn’t be able to spend the week leading up to Christmas with abuelita. Instead she was playing hide the thick, meaty sausage with Luke.
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