Cupping his jaw, she leaned forward and began rocking on him as she kissed him, nibbling his lips and stroking at his tongue with hers, filling his head, his heart, and his soul with her silky sweetness. He slid his butt to the edge of the seat to give her more leverage and watched as she fucked him, holding on to his shoulders for balance as she rose on her knees and plunged back down, her eyes never leaving his.
“Show me that pretty little pussy. Lean back and show me how your tight little cunt looks with my dick sliding in and out.”
A moan slipped from her lips as she parted them, and her eyelids went to half-mast as she wrapped a hand around his neck and leaned back just a little, trusting his grip on her hips to not let her fall backward. “Ohhh.” The soft vocalization had a vulnerable quality, tinged with the thickness of lust and need. Her head fell back as she reached down and spread her outer pussy lips for him, showing him the way her swollen inner lips stretched around his girth, allowing him inside her slippery wet pussy. His cock grew even harder as he watched her finger her clit.
“You’re so wet and hot. I love fucking you. Love everything about you.”
Her pussy rippled around his cock and she whispered, “More. Tell me more.”
Pleased that she liked dirty talk, he groaned as he began arching against her, unable to resist the motion. “Love getting this tight little cunt nice and slick so you can take us. Want to fill you up with my cock and get you even slicker with my cum.”
“Yes!”
“That’s how it has to be if you’re going to take two big men, kitten. I love teasing you and getting you so hot that your juices are dripping from you. Love to taste you but love to fuck you even more.”
“Yes,” she moaned as she quickened her pace on his cock and he could clearly see the swollen definition of her clit as she rubbed it. She was on the verge. He squeezed her ass cheeks harder as he followed her rhythm, gathering a little of her slick juices on his fingertips, and spreading her ass apart just enough that she—
“Oh, Kendry! Don’t stop!” she cried out as she threw her head back, her body growing rigid as she pumped up and down in hard, animalistic strokes.
“This snug little ass is gonna be ours, too, some day,” he said, inching his fingers ever closer to her sphincter, watching in awe as she flew up the precipice. “We’ll put you on your hands and knees and fuck your ass.” She kept flying higher, her cheeks rosy, her hand clenching on his neck as her fingertips rubbed her clit, and he doubted she was even breathing anymore as she rode him with uninhibited abandon.
A pleading sound came from her and his fingertip found its taut, clenching destination as he stroked her sphincter with tender but deliberate pressure. “Then, when you’re ready, we’ll fuck you together. My cock in you. His cock in you. Making you scream when you come.”
He pressed his slick fingertips against her back entrance and growled as his release boiled up inside him, exploding at the same moment she suddenly curled forward in a tight ball and screamed, riding his cock with milking strokes until she finally shuddered and went limp against him, her hair a wild tangle all around them.
The house was quiet, except for the occasional pop from the fireplace and Kendry eventually said, “I need to tend that fire and add another log to it. Do you want to stay in the tub a little longer?”
“No, the water is cooling off and I’m a little woozy from the wine and feeling so tired. I’m probably not the best company for you tonight.”
“Bull. This is perfect in my book.”
Drawing a deep, shaky breath, she lifted off of him and he immediately missed the heat of her soft clasp around him. The water felt positively icy. “I’ll get a towel for you.”
She washed her face and rinsed off and stood as he opened the towel and he could see the fatigue in her eyes.
“Have you always been this strong?”
She chuckled and peered into his eyes. “Why would you think I’m strong?”
“You’d have to be strong to make so many changes in your life and to stay the course with Whit. You could easily have given up.”
“No. It hasn’t been easy. But I think maybe I earned it. Karma is a bitch.” She blotted her face with the towel, looked around her and then smiled at him. “Huh,” she murmured, as if to herself.
“What’s the matter?”
“I always looked at the last ten months as payback for the way I’ve lived all these years. But…maybe this was all fate doing me a favor.”
He smiled at her, grabbed a hairbrush, and motioned to the bedroom. He wasn’t sure he believed in karma, fate, or the scales of justice, but he knew that life could be a balancing act.