Page 67 of Fight For Her
She picked the phone up and propped it against something so I had a perfect view of her spread legs. Christ, I thought I was prepared, but seeing her so deliciously wet on screen did things to me. Her bare pink pussy, glistening and open, and her perfect little clit was begging for relief. My cock strained against my sweats, painfully hard.
“Fuck, Kendahl. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Be a good girl and show me how you fuck yourself,” I growled. “Circle your clit until you’re shaking, baby.”
“Yesss,” she hissed, reaching her palm all the way down to her core. “You too. Let me see your cock.”
I was waiting for her to ask, thank God she had because I was about to burst. I pulled my dick out and angled my phone so she could see.
“Look what you do to me, Kendahl. Fuck, I’m going to come from watching you.”
“Let’s come together,” she gasped. “God, I miss you.”
She plunged a finger into her slit, then spread her wetness and started strumming her clit, by drawing circles as she bucked her hips. I loved how she wasn’t timid or embarrassed with me. She chased her pleasure with reckless abandon, and I loved every single second of it.
“That’s right, baby, fuck your fingers.”
I spit into my palm and wrapped my warm fist around my cock, imagining it was Kendahl’s hand not mine. I did exactly what she would do. Her soft hand would grasp me and squeeze me, softly at first, then she’d slide her palm from base to tip.
“Feels so good,” I murmured, listening to her soft moans as she climbed higher.
I matched her rhythm, gliding my fist faster and rougher and rubbing my thumb over the sensitive head of my cock. The room blurred around me and everything melted away except us, our moans, her fingertips working her clit in clumsy circles as she lost control, and my fist pumping in rough, jerky thrusts.I forced my eyes to stay open, watching my girl shudder and shake with her release and my name on her lips.
“Baby, I’m coming,” I groaned as I pumped my cock one last time. My balls tightened and white spots dotted my field of vision.
“Let me watch,” she said.
I shifted the phone in time for her to see my cock erupt with hot streams of cum.
Breathless and spent, I dropped the phone against my chest while I came back into my body and cleaned up.
“That was so hot,” Kendahl said. Her soft voice floated over me bringing me back to life.
“Everything you do is hot, but that…damn. Watching you fuck yourself will be engrained in my head for as long as I live.” I brought my phone back toward my face and saw Kendahl stifle a yawn. “You should get some rest for your last day there.”
“You’re right.” She leaned over to switch off the lamp, casting herself in darkness. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. This has been hard.”
“You’ll be in my arms before you know it,” I said. “Goodnight, beautiful, sweet dreams.”
She murmured a sleepy I love you and hit end. I padded into my bedroom, exhausted but still turned on. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of Kendahl Edwards.
Chapter 35
Kendahl
Assoonasmyplane touched down at Orlando International airport the muscles in my shoulders relaxed. I hadn’t even realized how tense I’d been the entire flight home until that moment. A small part of me was already missing the hustle and bustle, and looked forward to getting back and digging in.
The past few days in LA had been all kinds of stressful. Not all bad stress though, most of it was nerves about learning the ropes in a new office and a new city. I was decent at reading people, and even though Victor’s personality was a lot at first, by the time I left this morning, he’d given me a thumb’s up. His eyes never left his phone when he did it, but I took what I could get. I’d gotten along well with the other PR specialists that I’d be working alongside. They mostly seemed to keep to themselves, or maybe they were swamped with work and had little time to chat.
Through the sea of people making their way out of the terminal, I saw Coby holding a huge homemade sign over his head that read Congrats Kendahl! Balloons in varying shades of pink and purple danced around it. Heat rose to my cheeks and I laughed at his ridiculousness.
I picked up my pace and tossed my bags to the ground as soon as I was within hugging distance. He dropped the sign and let the balloons float up as he wrapped me in his arms.I kissed him, letting my lips linger as we both breathed in each other’s scents. “I love the sign. Is that glitter?”
“Yeah, let’s not talk about the glitter. Hearing the word might make my eye start twitching.” I laughed and kissed him again. God, I missed this man.
“We should probably get going,” I said. “I think I saw some teenager recording us over there by the window.”
“Probably because the hottest woman he’s ever seen just walked in front of him. I’d record you too. In fact, you’ve given me an idea for later.”
I smacked his arm and smooched his cheek. “You’re bad. Come on, let’s get home.”
