Page 98 of Seduce

“Take every inch like the queen you are, Mistress. Show me how perfect your tight pussy is,” he growls, kissing my neck. I rock up and down on him, sliding every inch into my pussy. I feel so full, almost as full as when I’m with Grayson. Apparently I’m very attracted to big dick energy. Kenzo just hides his better behind his quiet demeanor.

I sigh as my ass hits his powerful thighs. He’s tall, and his clothing masks how strong he really is. Kenzo is all muscles and coiled power, waiting to strike. I want to see what happens when he loses control. The only thing he’s wearing is his collar, and I’m oddly proud of that.

Lifting and twisting my hips, I start to bounce on his cock, my fingers getting lost in his hair. The corded muscles in his neck and chest strain as his eyes close.

“You feel so good, Baby. Gods, please don’t stop. I’m trying not to take over,” he groans, his hands moving to squeeze my hips tightly.

“Take over,” I rasp.

Kenzo’s eyes close as he lifts and drops me on his cock. Gasping, my fingers pull on his hair, and his final veneer of control snaps. “Use me for your pleasure, come for me, claim me.”

Kenzo takes up all the air in the room as he gazes at me intently, fucking up into me. All I can do is hold on, the sound of flesh slapping and moaning filling the air. I don’t even recognize my voice as I beg for his cock, and he definitely delivers. Kenzo grinds me over his pelvis as he fucks me, making me see stars.

“Kenzo,” I cry out, my body breaking out into a sweat as my skin starts to tingle.

“That’s it, Mistress,” he growls, biting my shoulder. I scream, my hips bucking even as his hands clamp onto my hips. “Fucking come, Silla!”

“Yes!” I gasp, my entire body answering his command as I clamp down on his cock, coming hard. I feel Kenzo’s dick twitch inside of me, his teeth gritting as he explodes. I collapse against him, shivering from the force of my orgasm.

His hand rubs my back as he kisses my forehead, making my eyes prick with tears. I’m not the girl who cries after having an orgasm, not usually.

“Shh, you’re fucking magnificent, Mistress. I’d cry too if I had an out of body experience like that,” he teases me. Giggling, I blink away the tears as he cuddles me. “You need sugar after that, let’s clean up and I’ll feed you brownies covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup.”

Damn, he may be a mind reader after all. Kenzo picks me up to take me into the bathroom, where we make out for a bit before cleaning up to get dessert. It’s one of the best dates that I’ve ever been on.

Twenty-Three

ISAAC

Silla isn’t home yet, but I can see the little dot says that she’s still at Kenzo’s home. Yawning, I find myself wanting to go get her.

“At what point is it acceptable to pick up your girlfriend while she’s fucking her new boyfriend?” I complain. Playing that sentence back to myself definitely hurt my brain. Dammit, if this thing with Falcon is as serious as I think it is, we may need to move him in. We need a much bigger place.

“I miss her too, but she needs this time.” Grayson sighs. It’s after ten, and I want to ask her if she plans to spend the night over there. I’m exhausted for some reason and it’s making me grouchy.

“Eh,” Ayden grunts, making me laugh. He’s been stuffing his face with ice cream, and none of us ate a proper dinner. We are impossible without proper supervision, even though we’ve been taking care of ourselves for years before Silla came into our lives.

“Fuck, I got so caught up in her date that I forgot to make dinner,” Grayson groans.

“I’ll help.” Sidney grins, he thinks we’re all hysterical, but he also parked himself next to Ayden for hours. I stole his spot when he got up to pee and refused to give it back.

Andrya rolls her eyes next to me, where she’s perched on the couch edge. Pulling her into my lap, I ignore her squeak.

“Your ass is going to fall asleep if you continue to sit there,” I admonish.

“You just want someone to snuggle,” she snarks, taking full advantage of my body to use it as her own personal pillow.

“So fucking what if I do.” I grin, kissing her forehead. Things have been a little easier for Andrya since our trip out to Peony. She has only taken two showers today, so I’m calling that a win. It’s not uncommon for it to be twice that on a good day.

“I hope she’s having fun,” Andrya says, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I expect sex hair and stolen panties to be able to call this a successful date.”

Ayden snorts before shrugging. “I don’t see any faults with what you just said. I wonder if he’ll use them to jerk off into.”

“I would,” I chuckle.

“I have!” Grayson yells from the kitchen, making me shake my head. We’ve come a really long way since we all first met Silla. Damn, the girl came in all soft, skittish looks and turned our lives upside down. I wouldn’t change it, though.

“Are we ready for this damn dinner?” I ask, smoothing back Andrya’s hair.

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