Page 95 of Bad Love

"You're the one protesting, Peach. Asshigher."

She complies, and I drop to my knees and inhale between her legs. I rub her through the lace panties, and she wiggles herhips.

"Where's the vibe?" Idemand.

Her gaze cuts to thenightstand.

"Getit."

Her lipspart.

“You're going to fuck yourself with it until you're ready to admit that you need me more thanit."

Challenge sparks in her eyes as she reaches for it. "It's a good vibe," she says with the smugness of the person who made it. “And I don’t think you’re thatpatient.”

Fuck.

She holds it out, and I get it wet with my tongue, watching her eyes darken. Finally she switches it on, holding it under her body. Her hips jerk when she does, and I'm grinding my teethalready.

It takes everything in me to hold back because, fuck, she’s so sexy likethis.

But this is about her. Giving her pleasure's only part of it. I want to take her further, deeper, than any man ever has. To make her understand that I'm the only guy whocan.

She moans, grabbing a pillow and yanking it in front of herface.

"Good plan," I murmur against the cheek of herass.

I reward her by tugging the panel of her panties to the side and sliding a finger inside her. I want her slippery and desperate when I fuckher.

I catch our reflection in the mirror across the room and nearly come. She's face-first in the mattress, and as much as I miss her gorgeous expression, it's worth it for the sight of her ass in the air as I rub her pussy while she buzzes herself intooblivion.

I press two fingers inside her, feeling her squeeze around me and nearly swallow my tongue. "You're dripping, sweetheart. You think the other moms at school have this to come hometo?"

Her smooth thighs tremble when I press that spot deep inside, and she mumbles something against the pillow. Her low moans as she writhes have me hard as arock.

"How many fingers is that?" sheasks.

"You still care, so it’s not enough." I'm being a sadist, but apologies are the last thing on my mind as I press a third finger inside and watch her back arch as she twists aroundme.

I want her tobeg.

I don't care whatfor.

Kendall reaches behind her, swiping for my jeans, but I brush her handaway.

My cock is harder than it's ever been, my body tight everywhere from the effort of holding back as she pants in time with mythrusts.

I can't picture an eighteen-year-old Kendall being so unrestrained. She's not a kid in love for the first time. She's a woman. She's independent and fierce and capable and fuckingbeautiful.

And I wanther.

Tonight.

Tomorrow.

For a lot of fucking days afterthat.

“You ready to say it?” I grind out as I strip my shirt over my head and reach for myjeans.

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