Page 55 of The Last Key
I smack her ass again. “That’s your incentive to be a good girl,” I whisper.
Pushing onto my knees, I kneel behind her and grab her hips. Lining up at her center, I thrust into her, going as deep as I can.
“Ah!”
“Still good?” I whisper.
“Mhm,” she whimpers.
Smiling to myself, I say, “Good. Grab that headboard so I can fuck you properly.”
With deep breaths, she pushes up on trembling arms, then grabs the headboard.
I go deep again, then hold her in place as I fuck her with hard, punishing strokes. Her cries of pleasure and pain urge me on, and I go faster, harder until her walls tighten around me. Using all the self-control in my body, I pull out and sit back.
She groans in frustration.
“Not yet.”
Leaning forward again, I run my hands up her arms, kissing her neck as I lift her hands off the headboard.
I rub my palms across her stomach, then up to her breasts, squeezing them firmly as her head drops back against my shoulder. I rock my cock against her ass, giving me some minor relief.
She moans again, and I sink my teeth into her neck. I pull away slowly, tugging on her skin. Then I spin her around and toss her on her back so she’s lying beneath me. Her dripping pussy makes my cock ache.
Slowly, I drag my hand up her stomach and chest until I’m at her neck. I raise an eyebrow and she gives a slight nod, so I wrap my hand around her neck at the same time I thrust my cock into her as hard as I can.
She whimpers and digs her fingernails into my back while pressing her heels into my ass, begging for more.
Pressing my hand against her throat, I pump in and out fastand hard. With my other hand, I tease her clit, getting as close to it as I can without touching it.
“Please…”
“Are you ready to behave?”
“Yes. Yes. Just please… let me come.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she cries.
“Say my fucking name, Kennedy.”
“Devon! Oh…” I slide my thumb over her clit and rub a circle around it. “Yes,” she cries out. “Yes, yes. Devon…” she whimpers, fisting the sheets as I drive into her and rub her clit until she erupts, her gorgeous body shaking beneath mine. Her eyes roll back as she lets out a choked breath, and I can’t hold back anymore.
“Kend… oh, fuck, baby. You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight. Perfect.” I kiss her neck as I fill her up.
“Does that mean I’m a good girl again?” she purrs.
“You’re perfect,” I say breathlessly, collapsing next to her and wrapping her in my arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too. I don’t want to leave tomorrow.”
“I know. But you’ve got to shoot your shot, babe.”
“You just shot yours,” she teases.
I shut her up with a kiss. “Didn’t hear any complaining.”
