Page 99 of All for her Forgiveness

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

She looksat me from bottom to top, and when I push my hips forward, without me commanding, she parts her lips.

I need to hold back a growl. I don't want to scare her, because seeing Kennedy, my woman, my love, like this, leaves me completely out of control.

Grabbing the base of my cock, I put the tip into her soft mouth before sliding it inside her.

I don't do it roughly but slowly, because I'm a big guy and Kennedy is delicate.

"First, suck the head. Run your tongue over it, love."

The contrast between my swollen tip and the softness of her little mouth is a turn-on. At first, she sucks as though she’s embarrassed, but when she hears me moan, she gets bolder, sucking eagerly.

I pinch a nipple, and she takes me with more desire, letting me in almost halfway, but she goes too eagerly and ends up choking.

"Don’t rush, beautiful." I hold her on each side of her face, pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in, taking control.

Gradually, she gets the hang of it and soon sucks eagerly.

I move my hips patiently until she can take it all and let me sink deep into her throat.

I'm still holding back. I don't want to scare her the first time I take her mouth, but the sound she makes when sucking me drives me crazy.

She accepts me whole between her lips with such greed that I'm very close to climaxing, so I force myself to stop.

I pull her up again and make her spread her legs, wrapping them around my waist. My cock grazes her opening. "I won't come inside you, but I want to fuck you without protection."

"I can't?—”

I know what she's going to say: that she can't risk getting pregnant because she's afraid of going back to prison.

"It will never happen, Kennedy, because before it could, I'd run away with you and King and they'd never find us," I swear, just to reassure her, because I won't stop until I prove her innocence. "But I wouldn't get you pregnant on purpose knowing that would distress you. Trust me."

She nods, and even though I know the trust is only for this specific situation, warmth spreads through my chest.

I don't let her think, backtrack on what she said, but instead of fucking her like this, I lift her up, until her thighs are over my shoulders and her pussy is on my face.

"Fuck my tongue," I ask, positioning her over my mouth. "Feed me with that pussy."

I hold her by the waist and make her descend a few times, sucking her honey until she comes.

Only then do I lower her onto my cock and enter all the way, to the hilt.

I capture her mouth, kissing her soft lips, and her hands hold my face, her sex gripping me, devouring me with the same hunger I have for her.

I don't stop thrusting, lowering her onto my hard shaft.

She gives me a distressed moan and squeezes my shoulders. The pleasure of being inside her is wild, overwhelming.

Gradually, Kennedy moves with me, swallowing me with her tight little pussy.

Digging my fingers into her ass, I make her ride up and down forcefully. The sensation of her squeezing me inside her body is so delicious that it forces me to close my eyes.

Her breathing is ragged, her sex contracting in small spasms, and everything contributes to bringing my insanity to the surface.

Kennedy struggles to open up every time I pull out and thrust back in. I make her ride me, and she whimpers. Her pussy is hot and wet inside, and I've never had to restrain myself so much in my life from coming.

I sit on the edge of the bed, with her still impaled on my cock, and make her start a rhythmic ride, controlling her so she doesn't go beyond what she can handle.

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