Page 13 of Swamp Kings 2

“Mary,” he muttered on a groan.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “That was before I knew I was so stupid.”

He pulled her on top of him, angling his head at her for many seconds. “Kiss me.”

Her perfect little mouth spread in a smile before lowering to his. He took extra care feeling her lips with his while letting her do most of the work. His cock thickened at the innocent way she pressed her kisses on him, like little love stamps. “I’ll go only to escort you,” he decided, earning her huge, happy gasp and kisses that made him groan with that endless Mary hunger. “But don’t think you’re going to find some key to get inside my walls.”

She shook her head with a smile, making her luscious tight curls bounce. “No key sneaking into your scary walls.”

He angled his head, smiling at her. “You’re lying,” he said, finding it utterlyadorable. And exciting. “Right in front of my face.”

Her brows rose with her giggle. “I am not,” she swore.

“You are.” He slid his hands along her hair. “And you don’t even realize it. My ignorant little hero, planning to steal keys and sneak behind my walls.”

Her gaze widened with her oblivion. “Well, if I am and I’m not aware of it, you don’t have to worry.”

“No?” he wondered, hungry for her logic.

“Not at all,” she said, back to stamping his lips with her love kisses. “I’m your best friend and best friends don’t sneak anywhere or hide anything. They just always protect and love.”

He moved his hands to her ass and filled them with the firm flesh. “Baby,” he murmured, her words yanking his uglier chains. “You’re my best friend? I never had a best friend that I fucked so hard, I married her.”

“I am your very best friend,” she assured, her face serious and soft with desire. He slid his finger between her ass cheeks and stroked her cute button,watching the power he had over her.

She sucked in her breath and opened her legs, giving him full access, the gift filling him with a cruel hunger.

He forced it down, wanting to watch her as he gradually took her apart. “Let me feel you rub your sweet cunt,” he whispered, pressing the tip of his middle finger into the tight muscle.

She gasped with a tiny moan, moving her hand between them.

“Give me those little kisses while you make your sweet pussy so fucking hot.”

She moaned on his mouth, her breaths shaking as she kissed erratically while focusing on her job. He moved his finger deeper into her ass, gaining more moans as he watched her face filling with rapture.

“Feels good baby?” he whispered, opening his mouth when she got hungrier.

“Kult,” she blasted, filling his lungs with her lust.

“Yeah,” he whispered, moving his finger deeper.

She lifted her ass, her mouth opening more.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, reaching down and pulling her leg open more while nipping at her lips. “Your pretty ass is fucking my finger. I know you want my cock there, but I don’t think you’re ready.”

“I’m ready!” she shot out. “Please.”

“Baby,” he gushed, his cock hurting for it. “Maybe I’m the one not ready.” He moved his finger faster inside her, gripping her ass cheek in his other hand.

“I want you to do it to me, Johnny. So much.”

Kult locked up for a split second then spanked her ass, fucking her deeper, faster, her cries unravelling him. “Time for my angel to come,” he growled at her mouth, spanking her again. Her orgasm hit like a perfectly timed storm, and he punished that tight cheek, lighting it on fire while she bucked against him, her mouth right on his, filling him up with every dirty secret desire while he replayed the puzzle she’d blasted in his mouth.

Johnny.

Why did she call him that?

What did that name mean to her?

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