Page 31 of The Heavier The Chains…
I.
Was.
Done.
My mouth slammed down on hers and it was everything I was certain would drive me out of my mind; or, more so, than I already was.
Kenzlee’s hands latched onto the waistband of my shorts and I could feel her fingers curl and dig into the fabric. My hand slid from her chin across her jaw until I had it fisted in her hair. My left hand was digging into her hip much like her hands were digging into mine.
I was already fucked, but the second she opened her mouth to let my tongue in, I knew I wasnevergoing to let this girl go.
Not fucking ever.
This was our first real kiss, and my body was on fire for it. That buzz I always felt when I touched her had exploded into a full-on electrical storm. The sensation was like catching lightening in a bottle and drinking from it. Kenzlee’s hot breath tasted sweet and addictive.
I broke off the kiss long enough to tell her, “No one ever touches you again, White. You’re mine.”
My knees almost gave out when she whispered, “Talon…”
My lips took her again, but this time my hand left hand joined in on the action. I don’t know how horrible or how spectacular her sex life was with that asshole before me, but I was going to do everything I could to make her forget there was ever anyone but me. For a split second, I wished I had taken the time to un-tape my hands, but my fingers were bare and that would work.
Pressing my body up against hers, I ran my left hand down the outside of her thigh until it met skin. Kenzlee let out a small moan, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hand inside and upward until it was finally nestled where my face dreamed to be. And, The Saints be praised, her panties were already soaking wet.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathed against her lips. “You’re already so wet for me.”
She groaned, and I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or mortification, but I didn’t care. As long as she wasn’t pushing me off her or telling me to stop, I didn’t care. “Oh, God…”
I nestled my face in the crook of her neck and started marking the fuck out of her as my fingers slid past the fabric of her wet panties and were finally making contact with her slick, wet pussy lips.
Kenzlee Mitchell was going to drive me out of my fucking mind.
There wasn’t enough patience in the world for me to work this softly. The second the sounds of her wetness around my fingers hit my ears, I plunged two fingers into her tight, wet warmth. “Oh, God…Talon,” she moaned, and I knew our first time together was going to be quick and dirty up against this tree.
I worked my fingers in and out of her tight cunt as I finished another marking on her neck. I leaned back so I could look at her, and it was like being fucking born again. Kenzlee’s head was thrown back with her eyes closed as she rode my hand.
She looked fucking phenomenal.
With each thrust, I curled my fingers inside her, and I knew I was hitting that sweet spot of hers. Her breathing was becoming erratic and the noises she was making were becoming desperate. “Cum all over my fingers, baby,” I panted against her lips. “Cum on my fingers so I can fuck your tight pussy.”
Kenzlee’s hips started grinding against my hand so hard, I knew she was close. “Talon…more…” she begged, and that’s when I knew it.
I’d won.
I had her.
With that newfound knowledge, I added a third finger and split her open as much as I could. Kenzlee’s pussy was tight as fuck, so that led credence to her statement earlier about breaking up with that fucker over a year ago. “Is that what you need?” I taunted. “Tell me how many fingers you need, baby? Or do you need my cock?” She whimpered, and it was like music to my ears. “Is that what you need? You need my cock?”
“Talon!”
The spasms and cream dripping down my hand was all the answer I needed.
∞∞∞
Kenzlee~
I’d dated and loved a boy for two years, giving him my virginity, and I never once felt with him what Talon’s made me feel every time he’s been near me.
But now?
