Page 45 of Royally Lucky

She shook her head, trying to deny his words. He released her hair, wrapping his hand around her throat. He spun her to face him, bringing his face down to hers, and speaking directly in her ear. “Yes, Sutton, I will. I don’t know what I need to do or say to make you believe it, but I am serious.”

His hands grabbed her by the hips and lifted her. She coughed, sucking in a shocked breath as her legs went around his waist. Her eyes widened as he slammed his hardened cock inside her in one thrust. A scream ripped from her throat. “Kendrick,” she yelled.

“Louder, my love. I want to hear you screaming my name until every motherfucker within this entire compound knows who you belong to.”

He set a furious pace with his hands guiding her up and down. Her head fell back, unable to do anything but feel, and oh God, she screamed his name louder with each downward stroke.

“That’s it, come on my dick like a good girl, Sutton. Fuck yes. I can feel your pussy clenching down on me.”

His words, mixed with the powerful strokes, sent her soaring. She tried to breathe through the first tingles, wanting to last longer, but damn, the man knew how to press all her spots, or maybe her body was too primed and ready. Whatever the reason, she couldn’t fight the orgasm as she exploded. Her lips opened and shut on a silent scream, and then he pressed a finger into her back entrance.

“Scream for me,” he ordered.

Her body trembled, and she did as he said. “Kendrick, fuck me.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised.

She felt tears mix with the water. And then he began to move again as he chased his pleasure. Within a few strokes, he came, calling her name. His green eyes held hers as he came, his cock jerking and she felt her pussy pulsing in tune with his.

“You’re fucking perfect, Sutton.” He kissed the wetness from her eyelids, sipping the tears that fell. “Let’s get cleaned up, and then we can crash.”

She mumbled words she wasn’t sure were coherent, but he seemed to understand them. “I think I love you.” Sutton buried her face in his neck.

Kendrick smiled down at her as he shifted their bodies apart but didn’t say anything. She nearly fell on her ass. Stupid noodle legs could barely keep her upright. Her eyes were heavy, but she was content to let him wash them both as he set her on the bench built into the shower.

“You make an outstanding nurse aid.” She didn’t protest as he ran a soapy hand over her entire front and between her legs, washing his come away. Nope, she wasn’t even the tiniest bit embarrassed. Liar.

KENDRICK HID HIS SMILEas she sat with a beautiful blush covering her head to toe. He’d pushed her boundaries a little, testing her limits. She enjoyed being choked, which was good because he loved seeing his hand around her throat. Fuck, his dick twitched, thinking she’d look amazing with his collar around her throat permanently.

Looking down at her, he didn’t miss the way her eyes were heavy, the way a sated woman appeared after being well fucked. He planned to have her looking that way every fucking day and night if he had his way.

“Your dick is already hard again,” she murmured, staring at said dick in question.

“Ignore him. I imagine he’s going to be in that state anytime you’re within my vicinity.” Which wasn’t a lie.

She stroked her hand up and down his shaft. He tipped her face up to his as the water began to cool. “Stop it, or we’ll be taking a cold fucking shower.”

Sutton shivered at both his tone and the water.

“Good girl.”

Again, he didn’t miss the way his words affected her. Words and actions turned a person on, and his little woman wouldn’t be denied just because of cold water. However, he’d teach her what it was to deny a little gratification and then give it and how sweet the release would be at the end.

He’d fuck her and get her addicted to him. Hell, he’d have her needing him like an addict needed their next fix.

She was like putty in his hands, but fucking hell, his dick was so hard once he’d finished rinsing the conditioner from her hair, he could pound nails with the damn thing.

“Turn around,” he twisted his finger in the air. He did a quick shampoo and condition to his hair while she rinsed hers out and swapped places with her. The feel of her eyes on his body heated his flesh.

“You’re torturing me,” she muttered.

“Sweet torture.” He agreed.

She glared up at him. He grinned and reached for the door. Sutton didn’t know it, but she was his oxygen. Sure, he was living and breathing, but if she weren’t in his life, there wouldn’t be a reason to continue living. How had he thought marrying anotherwoman would be living without genuinely living? Kendrick had been a fucking idiot. It would’ve been a living hell. One where you live and breathe and have human contact, but your life is one big fucking lie where your bodies get up and do their daily chores without truly living.

Kendrick was fucking happy Taysey left him before making the biggest mistake of his life. Now he can make love to Sutton, show her how much he needs her, loves her, and teach her all the kinky shit, and by the way she responded to him, he was pretty fucking sure she’d love every second of it.

He was one lucky bastard.

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