Page 89 of Kings Don't Break
I understand his protectiveness. Though it’s been weeks of radio silence, Ken’s just not the type to let things go easily. He’s the type to strategize and plan, bide his time, wait for the perfect opportunity for revenge.
For punishment…
A lesson I learned repeatedly throughout our marriage.
In recent times, Blake and I have been happy to indulge in our passion and chemistry, but he’s never lost sight of the threat looming. He’s constantly alert as if trouble might pop off any second.
“Are you always this cautious?”
“Sometimes. About things that are special.”
I smirk. “But I’m a big girl, Blake. I carry pepper spray. I can handle it.”
“Didn’t say anything about you not being able to handle it.”
“Then why are you still here?” I pop a hand to my hip, forgetting about the bike for a second.
He pushes off the cement wall and starts toward me. “’Cuz I like seeing you work on these bikes. It’s sexy as hell.”
“Sexy?” I snort, looking down my front at my grease-streaked coveralls. “There’s nothing sexy about this.”
“I beg to differ.”
Blake does what Blake always does—with his bright smile and deep blue eyes, he rivets me to the spot. I’m incapable of doing anything but watching as he approaches and then overtakes me. His hand squeezes at my hip and his mouth hovers over mine.
The heat he gives off makes me dizzy. His clean, masculine, soapy smell makes me reel.
I don’t stand a chance by the time he kisses me. I’m swept up in a whirlwind of the pleasure his warm lips and large hands give me. His tongue massages mine and his palms travel along my curves in a way that’s appreciative.
Just like that, Blake Cash accomplishes the impossible—he’s not only made my pussy clench with desire, he’s made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world when all I’m wearing are greased up coveralls.
He brings me up against the garage walls. His fingers undo buttons. They push aside the fabric and then the cups of my bra for a knead of my breasts. His mouth kisses its way from mine to the column of my throat.
I gasp out as he lifts me off the ground and holds me to the wall as he tweaks my nipple.
Things move fast. One second I’m clothed in my coveralls. The next, I’ve been stripped bare and I’m being fucked against the cement wall. All as Blake devours my mouth and feels up whatever part of my body he can.
He groans as he fucks me hard and his thick dick leaves me tingling. Pleasure radiates from my pussy ’til I feel like I might pass out. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his strapping shoulders, enjoying the ride he gives me. I’m bouncing on his dick and tangling fingers in his golden-brown hair.
I fall pieces with a shudder that has my vision spotty and my toes flexing from behind Blake’s back. He keeps fucking me ’til he’s good and satisfied. ’Til he’s pounded my swollen pussy to his heart’s content.
Only then does he come. He pushes me back up against the wall, my legs snug about his waist, and he plants himself deep. I kiss on him as he comes. I lick the shell of his ear and drag my lips along the hard line of his jaw. Eventually, I’m able to bring him back down to earth. His mouth meets mine before he finally sets me on my feet.
My legs shake. I might as well be made of rubber. “That was… well, you see me barely able to stand.”
He grins. So sexy with so much swag. “Told you I begged to differ. Made sure you felt it. How much I want you?—”
“Blake,” I laugh.
“Let’s go back to my place. I’m about to eat your pussy like it’s my last meal.”
The crass, dirty words unlock my inner freak. My pussy’s wet and throbbing all over again. I eye him with what must be an intrigued look, because his grin only widens and he grabs my hand. We race from the Chop Shop straight to his trailer.
He keeps his promise—by the end of the evening, my legs are slung over his shoulders and his face is buried between my thighs as he feasts.
I come three times by the time he’s through with me.
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