Page 84 of Fight For Her
With Kendahl against my shoulder, solid and unwavering, it finally felt real. She loved me even after seeing where I came from and who I’m related to. I cupped her face wanting so badly to lift her in my arms and take her somewhere, anywhere we could be alone.
“Have I told you how incredible you are? Because if I did, it hasn’t been enough. I love you so much, baby,” I said.
“I did just knock a grown man to the ground. I am kind of incredible, aren’t I?” she whispered, nuzzling my ear. “I love you too. And I’m coming home.”
“Home? You mean back to Palm Cove?” My heart pounded.
“Back to Palm Cove.”
“I don’t understand how it’s possible to have as many shoes as you have.” I hauled another bin full of shoes into my bedroom closet. I should sayourbedroom closet. With how quickly Kendahl wanted out of LA, there wasn’t much time for her to find a place, which gave me the perfect opening to ask her to move in with me.
She had stubbornly argued that it was too soon, and she didn’t want to invade my personal space. But I made it clear that I wanted her in every inch of my space, every single day. I should have considered the amount of stuff she’d be bringing in from her storage unit. The closet space I had very much thought would be enough was apparently not.
“Shoes are life’s greatest gifts, and I will not apologize for my collection. They’re my children,” she said as she stacked pair after pair on any available shelf space. Her bending over each time she grabbed a new pair made me salivate. It should be illegal for her to wear those leggings with that ass.
“Greatest gifts? I thought I was life’s greatest gift.” I slid in behind her to wrap my arms around her. She turned to face me, lifting up on her tiptoes.
“I should be nice to you considering I’m taking 90 percent of your closet space,” she said. “But you’re sorely mistaken. The order of gifts is shoes, Riesling, all cheeses, chocolate, Disney movies or wait maybe horror movies I can’t choose,” she stopped and chewed her bottom lip before adding, “then you.” With a peck to my cheek and a flip of her ponytail, she got back to unpacking.
I had other plans.
“I bet I can make you change your mind,” I murmured low into her ear.
Without waiting for her to respond, I caged her against the wall of shelves with my arms from behind.
“Doubtful,” she quipped, but I could read the change in her voice. I could read every one of her tiny responses. The husky undertone, the way her chest rose and fell, and the way her thighs pressed together.I nipped her earlobe, then bit my way down the side of her neck. She pushed her ass against me. I was already hard, but the friction with her thin leggings had me throbbing.
“I think you want this cock.” I paid extra attention to her earlobe while I brought my hand up to cup her throat gently. The hottest little moan slid out of her. “Don’t you?”
She squirmed against my grasp while whimpering needy moans. I yanked her leggings down with one hand, running my palm up her soft inner thigh and stopping right alongside her wet pussy.
“Fuck, baby, you weren’t wearing any panties in these things?”
“No, they look better without them.”
I slid a finger up into her seam. “If I had it my way, you’d never wear panties again.”
“Mmm,” she moaned.
With my palm, I pressed her low back, bending her against the shelves. Her ass was on display for me, and her drenched pussy was waiting to get fucked. I circled her clit finding the rhythm she loved.
“But then I’d have to kill every man who stared at your sweet ass, and I don’t think you’d like that, would you?”
Her legs trembled, and I used my other arm to hold her hips up while she grabbed on to the shelf for support.
“Yes,” she said in a breathy moan.
Need filled every part of my being, a need to feel her coming around my palm, a need to be so deep inside her, and a need to brand her with my cum.
I circled her clit faster. She was so close. I could feel her pussy starting to pulse. I let go of her hips and yanked my gym shorts down, desperate to be inside her.
“Come for me, Kendahl.” I slammed my cock inside her, sliding all the way in, then spanked her perfect round cheek.
“God, Coby.”
She tightened around me, riding out her release. I soothed her cheek with my palm while pulling almost all the way out of her and thrusting back in.
“Fuck… So good,” I groaned.
