Page 94 of Tainted

“Y-y-yeah, sorry. I guess I had too much to drink,” I murmured, pulling my gaze away.

I was too overwhelmed and inexperienced to get myself out of this. I needed Kenyon, but his conflicted gaze had me scared to ask. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t move, that he’d let his jealousy keep him in place.

Until his empty glass collided with the table.

“My turn,” he insisted, and my body finally relaxed.

He snapped his fingers and motioned my naked frame closer. Instantly, my mouth devoured him for all the times I couldn’t, but most importantly, for coming to my rescue. Kenyon grabbed my ass, forcing my body to collide with his erection before his hand slid from my waist to the base of my neck.

Kenyon hadn’t even done anything but kiss me, and I was craving him. I couldn’t wait to experience the rest if his lips felt this good. Then Kenyon looked up at me, making it clear this wasn’t a pleasurable trip like he could read my thoughts.

This was punishment, and my enjoyment would only go as far as his. Sitting me on the couch, I watched him step out of his briefs, and his dick was everything I imagined and more.

Much more.

I stared with my head half-cocked because I saw no way of this ending with my enjoyment. Not even my dance training and flexibility would be able to save me. But it was Kenyon, so I wanted to try, even if I was petrified.

He wound his hand in my hair, staring deep into my soul, and I felt the urge to apologize.

“I-I thought I could do this, but.”

Kenyon hovered his mouth over mine and sucked my tongue more than he kissed my lips. Now my kitty was wondering how it would feel for him to suck me in other places.

“Eyes on me.” My mouth opened, ready to ask what happened if I didn’t, but the words wouldn’t come out. “Trust me,” he nodded, and I wasn’t sure if it was a demand or a question, but he nodded, too.

“Good job, Babygirl,” My nipples grew taut against his chest as he praised me for being brave enough to try as he positioned himself at my opening.

“O-oh my! K-Kenyon!” My body felt like flames and ice at the same time.

“Shhhh. Just a little bit more,” he reminded me in a voice I wasn’t familiar with. It was soothing and sympathetic, thrusting into me.

Confusion riddled my face when he grabbed both wrists and pinned them above my head. There was something devilishly handsome about his smile, then his expression grew serious.

“I wasn’t supposed to have you like this. But now I have to.” His breath fanned my face as my lashes, “All because you don’t believe I’d do anything for you.” Kenyon’s broken sentences spilled out against his will. I wasn’t even sure he knew what he was saying.

“I want you to feel me deep,” Kenyon whispered in my ear, then suddenly we locked eyes, “So deep the next time you look at another nigga, you’re thinking about me.”

The more Kenyon talked, the wetter I became, exciting him. Slow missionary and deep kisses had never felt so good. I could hear him speaking even if the words never left his lips. Kenyon was angry with me, but even then, he enjoyed acting out every lustful thought he kept under lock and key.

“Cum for me,” Kenyon demanded, still thrusting in and out. “Please, baby. I need to make you feel better.”

That guttural ‘please baby’while he slid his palms against mine created confusion. It felt so good that it scared me. Because of it, I tried to avoid looking Kenyon in the eyes because the longer I did, the more I felt my soul leaving my body.

I wasn’t a virgin, but I might as well have been. Kenyon’s confidence was felt in each stroke. His intentional touch had my body feeling things I didn’t think another man would ever be able to replicate. But I think he wanted it that way- me ruined for any man that wasn’t Kenyon Keyes.

My body shuddered beneath him in a raw act of passion, complying with Kenyon’s request I came. He freed himself, stroking the shaft so he could feel the same thing I had. Hesaved me tonight, so I wanted to do something for him in return. Wrapping my lips around him, Kenyon tried to pull away, but I refused, eager to taste what we created. He watched my tongue swirl around his thick mushroom until ecstasy filled my mouth.

Sitting up, Sydney’s face dripped with exasperation and disappointment. I was so in tune with following Kenyon’s commands that I forgot she was here.

Kenyon

“How much do you need?” My voice crept up behind Zara as she got dressed.

“Sydney and I agreed on a stack.”

“How much do youneed?” This time, the huskiness lingered in my tone because I refused to ask for a third.

“Two grand,” I replied.

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