Page 3 of You're My Person - For Always

"I'll hate you forever if you stop," she whispered.

Her hips rocked against his hand, her breath coming in gasps as she chased the orgasm that was out of reach. He found her clit again, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure as he quickened his pattern.

Her body moved under no direction from Kenna. He nibbled her ear. "That's it. Take it."

With a cry, she came, convulsing in his arms. He held her through it, slowly drawing out her pleasure until she went limp and trembled.

He put his lips on her ear. "We can stop now—"

"No." She inhaled a shaky breath. "I wantyou."

With a growl, he yanked her shirt over her head, pulling her bra over her breasts. He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, biting and suckling until she moaned. His hand left her pussy, struggling with his belt.

Kenna pushed his hand away and undid his buckle, and managed to get his jeans open, springing his cock free. A surge of arousal pulsed through him, making him bigger. Harder. Longer.

He would fill and stretch her in ways she had never imagined.

Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement in her gaze. He held still, slowing.

"It'll be uncomfortable when I push inside you," he whispered.

She nodded, trusting him.

"Slip your panties off." He pushed himself to his knees and dove his hand into his back pocket for his wallet, where he had a condom.

Kenna raised her hips and worked the tiny strap of cloth off her legs, dropping her panties on the floor. He rolled on the condom, noting she couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She hid her true feelings. He wasn't sure if his size struck fear in her or fascinated her.

He positioned himself between her legs. Not taking the chance to change his mind or ask her again if she was sure she wanted to have sex, Kenna wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs, hitting that sweet response, and his pelvis bucked forward.

He positioned himself at her entrance. The tip of his cock nudged her opening. Looking at her until she locked eyes on him, he paused.

"You're mine now," he whispered, and then pushed inside.

Kenna's eyes rolled back in her head. An uncomfortable groan escaped her lips. He held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust, and then he moved.

Slow. Steady. Deep.

Kenna inhaled swiftly, scraping her nails on his biceps. "King."

It wasn't a protest. It wasn't fear. It was surprise. It was pleasure.

He moved his body faster. Determined to show her what sex was all about, he found his arms shaking as he held himself above her and his pace grew erratic. He breathed heavily as he approached his own climax.

"King." Kenna slapped his shoulders. "Yes."

Her body spasmed around him in pleasure. He groaned, no longer able to hold himself back. His hips stuttered before he shot his load.

He hung his head, trying to gain his second wind. He'd crossed a line he never thought he would. But the taste of her was addictive. He'd wondered what it would be like to have her sweet body wrapped around him and his dick buried deep inside of her.

"You're mine." His voice thickened. "Mine."

Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance. Kingsley knew she was scared, but he also knew that she craved intimacy—craved him. He had seen the way she looked at him, the way she watched him. Tension between them had grown over the years, and now it exploded into something raw and untamed.

He kissed her gently. She melted into him. He could feel her trust. Her surrender. His chest tightened, taking on more responsibility.

He'd fucked her.

Guilt filled his gut. He pulled out of her, taking that time to pull off the condom and drop it in the trash can beside the bed.

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