“Yes.”
“Only mine.”
“Yes, oh yes.”
“To do with as I please.”
“Oh yes, oh, yes, oh yes.”
The way he growled in her ear, the sexual menace so evident in his voice, made her come apart at the seams as yet another epic orgasm was forced from her. Kendall marveled at the female form. How was it possible for the human body to produce such never-ending joy as orgasm after orgasm erupted from her with breathtaking intensity? But then, the man deep inside her ass was no ordinary mortal. He was Mac Buchanan—an extraordinary individual by any objective measurement she cared to use. The man was simply awesome, and she loved him.
His weight felt delicious as it relentlessly crushed her clit against the very tip of the sex toy. His strokes became deeper and more urgent and his breath louder and heavier against her ear with each magnificent thrust of those powerful thighs. When she felt a single droplet of sweat hit the back of her neck before running the length of her spine, she knew he was close, achingly close to letting go himself.
With one final thrust, deeper, harder, and more painfully savage than any other, he exploded noisily inside her, biting her neck, branding her as his own as he spilt his warm seed inside her ass.
Such was the energy expended by them both, Kendall figured that almost a full minute passed before the first words were spoken. The only sound being their rapid breath slowly returning to normal and the insistent buzzing of the vibrator still between her legs.
Mac’s breathing was ragged and halting when he finally spoke. “Good?”
“You’re kidding me, right? That was sensational. You were sensational.”
“Then that makes two of us, because we’ve just shared something very special, Kendall.”
When he finally lifted his weight from her, Kendall’s emotions were that of relief and regret. Shedding two hundred pounds of muscle and bone was good, but she immediately missed Mac’s warmth and nearness.
Even now her breath was still rapid, and she haltingly asked, “Can you…can you pull this damned thing from beneath me please. I’m done. Totally exhausted. My body has nothing left to give.”
Mac laughed—a laugh she had grown to love. “Annoying little bastard, isn’t it? That thing has even more staying power than me.”
“Only just. You were insatiable.”
Mac mercifully slid the dildo from the folds of her pussy then hit the off button. “All done. Peace at last.”
When he hunkered down and untied the silk binding securing her ankles, she immediately shook her legs to get the circulation going again. She did the exact same thing when he released the cuffs from her wrists, waving her hands about in an attempt to get the life back into them.
“Oh, Mac, you wouldn’t believe how good it feels to be free of those shackles. The cuffs especially can be quite painful.”
“Yeah, I know, honey, and you’ve been real brave. For being such an uncomplaining girl, I’ll give them a rub. “
Mac sat on the side of the bed, compressing it with his weight before lovingly turning her so she lay on her back. “Come here, honey. Rest your head against my shoulder and chill out for a bit.”
“Oh, right away, sir. You’ve just made me an offer I can’t refuse.” With those heartfelt words, she placed an arm around his waist and joyfully snuggled into his warm, masculine embrace. “Mmm, lovely. You’re like a giant hot water bottle.” Kendall idly toyed with the smattering of dark hair covering his masculine chest. She wanted to know more about the man lying next to her. How he got to where he was today. “Mac?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Tell me about your life.”
“I thought I’d already done that.”
“The early years, yes. Your time in children’s homes and with various foster parents I know about, but I want to hear the story of Mac Buchanan part II—The Adult Years.”
Mac tapped her nose with his finger. “You are a curious little thing, aren’t you?” He stretched out next to her, making her adjust her position as she lay on his shoulder. “Well, if you really want to hear about my later life, that’s okay by me. I left foster care on the morning of my eighteenth birthday. My life up until then had been disjointed. A total fuckup. My education was limited, so I was totally unprepared for the outside world.”
“Yet you achieved so much.”
“I did, and that’s the thing I’m most proud of.”
“Go on. I’m all ears.”
“The authorities had provided an interim hostel for me to use until I got my bearings and found myself a job, but when I saw the shithole they’d chosen, I decided it wasn’t for me. It was full of drunks and junkies, and knowing what happened to my mother, there was no way I was going to stay. I knew right there and then that I’d either succeed or fail on my own terms.”