“Trent, no, no, no,” I mutter when he pulls back. His fingers stay inside me, but he’s no longer kissing me, and I no longer have purchase of his shoulders.
“I promised you something, said I’d apologize to your pretty pussy, and I’m making good on it.” Trent Hawthorne drops to his knees. I’d have never thought I’d see the day he’d be in front of me, kneeling, working me like no other man ever could.
“Fuck,” I breathe when I feel a light puff of air on my clit. His thumb is gone, but his fingers are still fucking me, keeping me right on the edge, and when his tongue comes into play, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last. One long and languid lick, and then he starts making good on his word. He laves my clit with his tongue with each word, spelling outI am sorry.He does it three more times, with two fingers inside me, my hand digging into his hair, holding him to my center. “I’m there. Oh god, Trent. I’m there.” He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it, and then I’m flying. Holy shit, am I soaring. My mind, my body, and my heart are all his. My head bangs against the wall, my leg he managed to lift on top of his shoulder slides down, and he’s slowly licking my come up as he brings me down from my orgasm with lazy strokes of his fingers.
“Fuck, that was so goddamn hot and so goddamn mine.” He rocks back, looking hotter than ever with my wetness coating his cheeks. When Trent brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, I’m once again feeling the need to have a piece of him inside me.
“Can I return the favor?” I ask, ready to trade places with him.
“Nope, your hands, your mouth, any part of you besides your pussy, and I’ll come on the spot. Already gonna be damn hard not to come the second I’m in there, babe.” Okay, I really think I’m going to need a cold plunge after he’s through with me. “Come on.” He stands up, and his hands go to my hips, mouth touching mine, and I taste myself on his lips. If he thinks I’m hot, it’s even hotter seeing and feeling how much he needs me. His cock is pressed between us. I’m about to wrap my fingers around him, when he turns the water off and lifts me up off the ground.
“Trent!”
“Taking you to bed. Gonna bury myself inside you and never fucking leave.” He makes true on his word, not minding the mess we’re leaving in our wake.
8
TRENT
“Trent, we’re soaking wet.” I toss her on the mattress. The lure of her hand on my dick is too much. I’m not coming in her hand when I can come inside her raw.
“Don’t give a goddamn.” She’s sprawled on my bed, the sheets still a rumbled mess from climbing out of them this morning. Fuck me, seeing her lying there on her back, tits bouncing, naked, and the redness between her legs caused from my scruff has me wanting to keep her there, permanently. I’m talking my cuffs around her small dainty wrists, locked above her head, and no amount of moving will allow her to leave.
“I can see that,” she says with a teasing smile. I crawl up between her thighs. Whether Kennedy realizes it or not, she spreads for me of her own accord.
“You wanna guide me, babe, or you want me to do it?” My hands are pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. I’m slowly rocking my hips back and forth, the underside of my cock sliding through her wetness while also getting her ready for another round.
“I’ll do the honor, with fucking pleasure.” I hesitate when her soft hand does what I’ve wanted. It’s damn hard to breathe,let alone think, when she’s got her hands on my body. Kennedy Fontaine wet, naked, and beneath me is fucking everything. Soon, she’ll be living under my roof, and Briar will be mine in a way that’s more than in my heart; she’ll have my last name right along with her momma’s. My ring will be on Kennedy’s finger, and I’ll have one on mine. Then, one day very fucking soon, she’ll have my baby planted inside her. I take one hand away from holding myself up and lay my palm flat on her lower belly.
“Want my child inside you. Not wearing protection with you, Kennedy. Waited too damn long to have you for myself,” I grunt. The palm of her hand glides up and down my cock, thumb sweeping over the tip, coming away from me for a moment, and she gives as good as she gets. Her eyes darken with desire when she gets her first taste of me. “You hear me, little minx. I see what you’re doing, trying to make me lose control.” Her hand moves back to my dick, this time using the tip of my cock to bathe it in her wetness. I push my hips forward, sitting right at her entrance. “Waiting on an answer. Don’t much matter to me either way, but I’m not wearing a rubber with you. I’ll pull out, but I’ll be the first to admit I’d hope it’d fail. So, either way is a win in my book.” I’m inside Kennedy another inch; her hand is the only thing holding me back.
“Are you sure? I come with a lot of baggage.” She doesn’t move. Her breathing is coming harder and faster while her sweet little pussy is trying to suck me in, yet she’s the one holding us back.
“Babe, you’re not baggage. Briar isn’t baggage. You two are my fucking everything.” The moment it settles in that I’m not going anywhere and this is where I want to be, Kennedy nods, moves her hand, and I’m there. All the fucking way inside, my eyes locked on hers and hers locked on mine. She gets it. Thank fucking Christ, she gets it.
“I need you, and not just inside me. I need you everywhere a woman could need her man. By my side, with my heart, and with me forever.” Her words undo me, taking me out with each word. I’m unable to hold back. The velvet clutch of her cunt and the way she’s looking up at me, I’m never going to leave her, not fucking ever.
“You’ve got me. Every part of me is yours, Kennedy. Yours and Briar’s.” With that, I close the conversation down and move her legs from around my waist to my shoulders, bending her in half in order to get deeper than ever, and still, it won’t be enough.
“Trent,” she whimpers my name. I swivel my hips while staying planted all the way inside her.
“What’s it going to be, babe? Am I pulling out, or am I coming inside you?” Her cunt does the talking for her, holding my cock so damn tightly it’s a damn miracle I haven’t already lost it.
“Inside me. Oh god, I can’t believe we’re doing this. We’re really doing this?” The question tumbles from her lips, and I lazily pull my hips back before sinking all the way in, repeating the movements, grinding when I’m pressed against her clit.
“Fuck yeah, we are.” I drop down to my forearms, lower my head, and she reaches for more.
“Okay.” Soft and sweet, whispering her response across my lips. My mouth attaches to hers, my tongue slides inside, and I’m back to working my hips, pushing in and out of her, hating the moment I’m only in with the tip. The best part, though, is when she makes this little breathless whimper in the back of her throat when I’m seated all the way inside. The fleshy part of her ass cushions my balls, and one day soon, after I’ve had her pretty lips wrapped around my cock and she swallows my come, we’ll move to me taking her ass. Jesus, there are so many things Iwant to do to Kennedy, and I’d bet she’d more than willingly go for it, too.
I take her mouth like I’m taking her cunt, fast and hard, relentlessly. Next time, we’ll go slow, after I’ve had my fill of her. I can feel her body respond. Her muscles lock up, and her pussy bears down, hard enough it damn near pushes me out. I stay where I am, giving her short thrusts back and forth. Trying to hold off on the need to paint her cunt with my come.
“Goddamn, you go to my head faster than a shot of whisky.” I pull back, wanting to see her face this time when her orgasm takes hold. Her hair is a matted mess, her body is glistening with sweat instead of water from the shower, and her eyes are closed. Kennedy’s head tips back, and a long rasping moan of my name echoes throughout the room. It seems my woman is wild and loud, the best of both fucking worlds.
I keep screwing her through it all, chasing my own high of being inside her perfect body. My balls draw up tight, and I’m forced to lift away from her body, using the back of her thighs to keep her pinned to the mattress as my come is pulled from my body. My own eyes close, and I relish the feeling of her around me. Damn, it’s a thing of beauty. I stay planted where I am, holding myself still, and when I open my eyes, the minx has a grin painted on her face. I feel it before I see it. Kennedy has her fingers on her clit, slowly sliding through our combined wetness, and what she does next makes it a guarantee I’ll be taking her again.
“You lookin’ to get fucked again, Kennedy?” I ask.
“Nope, just wanted a taste.” She pulls her fingers away from us and repeats the performance I gave her in the shower. She wraps her tongue around where our wetness is coated and sucks on them.