Clearly on a sexual high, he fucked her as though she belonged to him for life, rather than the nine days she still owed him. He nipped at her neck and earlobes, before whispering, “You want this, don’t dare deny it, because I’m not making you do anything against your will.”
“I want this. I want you.” She wasn’t playacting to boost his ego. Kendall meant every word she said. Right this moment as thunder roared frighteningly overhead, she needed him.
Alone and unable to sleep, and fearing for Ashley’s safety, she’d given into emotion and quietly wept. Then, when she’d heard the storm first hit, she’d rushed outside, desperate for the rain to wash away the worry and anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. As she’d stood there in just her negligee, it had been a cathartic experience as she’d surrendered herself to the power of nature. She hadn’t known that Mac was already out there hidden in the shadows, but now, as he fucked her with barely believable vigor and energy, she silently thanked God he was.
As he looked directly into her eyes, this achingly gorgeous man impaled her with deep forceful strokes, letting her know he was into her as much as she was into him. His huge cock expertly filled her, pleasuring her erogenous zones, sliding past her clit with an exquisite sensation that inched her closer and closer to the ultimate release she craved so much.
Such was the joy he gave her, she couldn’t resist scoring her fingernails down his back with willful abandon. Kendall watched his beautiful face briefly grimace from the pain, but his sexual assault on her body didn’t abate in the slightest.
Getting closer to orgasm, she clawed at his back again, harder this time, probably drawing blood.
“Mac, goddamn you. Everything’s so wrong, but when you’re deep inside me like this, everything feels so fucking right.” The words tumbled from her lips in a breathy tirade.
The unpleasant and troubled circumstances that had brought them to this point were far from ideal, but as those piercing silver grays stared down at her, there wasn’t another place in the world she’d rather be right now.
He kissed her with a desire that every woman wanted, but only a few genuinely experienced, and she kissed him right back with equal passion. Mac had to be a magician, because just minutes before she’d felt despondent and defeated as she’d thought about Ashley and what she was going through, but as he buried himself to the hilt inside her again, she sensed her thoughts and feelings edging toward euphoria.
“Mac.” She clawed her fingernails down his back again. This time, she figured she used too much force even for him, because he winced before roughly grabbing hold of her arms and pinning them above her head.
“This wildcat needs taming.”
“Yes.” And Mac Buchanan was the only man who could do it. The only man she’d allow to do it.
As she flexed her hips, catching each inward stroke of his with an outward one of her own, the unyielding tiles surrounding the swimming pool dug painfully into her shoulders and back. Under normal circumstances, she’d long for a soft fluffy mattress beneath her, but for some unknown reason the discomfort she endured only added to her excitement.
As Mac continued to tame her, bending her to his mighty will, he lowered his head and devoured her right nipple, pulling it taut with his teeth, expertly finding the slender sweet spot that separated utopian pleasure from outright pain.
Kendall felt it then, just a mere tingle at first as her orgasm began building. It started in her womb, the delicious pleasure radiating outward until it reached her sensitized engorged clit, toying with it in the most sexy way imaginable, enough to make her moan out loud. “Oh, Mac, I’m so close, please don’t…please don’t stop.”
The smile that spread across his masculine features reassured her that he wasn’t about to disappoint her. Instead, like the master he was, he slowed the pace, filling her with the sweetest, deepest strokes imaginable. The torrential rain had flattened the jet-black hair to his forehead, and water dripped from his face, splashing onto hers as he held himself above her, watching, absorbing her every reaction.
You make me…Oh dear God, you make me.
“Oh, my, God. It’s right there. I can’t…I can’t…I just can’t stop it coming.” She knew her breathing was rapid in the extreme, so much so, she found it difficult to speak coherently.
When her climax finally crashed through, making her reassess just how good sex with the right man could be, she embraced it with every fiber of her being, wrapping her legs behind his back, squeezing the life from him in order to steal every last vestige of pleasure he offered.