Grateful they were already showered, Kemp hit the faucet handle with a little more force than was called for to shut off the water. She squealed gleefully when he lifted her off her feet, soaking wet, and carried her into the bedroom, leaving puddles of water in his wake.
He dumped his beautiful woman on the bed, and she giggled and asked, “Are you going to fuck me hard, Kemp? Make me beg to come?”
Summer giggled and tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back toward the edge of the bed. She looked back at him, and her eyes glittered playfully as she wiggled her ass at him. He could see how wet her beautiful cunt was, and he was torn between burying his face between her luscious thighs for an hour or sinking his swelling cock into her this very minute.
A thought occurred to him as her lusty words echoed in his brain, and he grinned lasciviously at her. She glanced at his cock, and her eyes rounded. She tried to scoot away again, but he didn’t allow her to escape and pulled her upright, pinning her back against his front as he took position. It didn’t go unnoticed that she spread her legs eagerly and stilled for him.
He growled in her ear, and she shuddered as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you slow and deep, darlin’.” He nudged his cock gently against her, taking his time and ignoring the driving urge to ram into her. Panting, she tilted against him, and his cock slid into her in a long, slippery stroke, aided by the juices flowing copiously from her cunt. “I’m going to make you come so many times you lose count. I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop.”
“Oh, Kemp.” She groaned passionately, and the lustful sound was music in his ears. He loved the sensual sounds she made and found it very satisfying that he inspired them. “Fuck me.”
He released her and stood at the edge of the bed, grasping her hips. Her cunt was hot and slick as he slid into her again. She took every inch of his cock to the root, and damned if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld. If he were a poet, he’d write sonnets about her pussy, it was so inspiring.
Kemp pulled out and thrust again, guiding her hips back against him. Her warm, wet pussy was a delicious, tight clasp on his cock as he slid to the hilt again. He reached in front of her, sliding his fingers through her drenched pussy to her clit. He rubbed in slow circles, and she bucked as his fingers swirled against her swollen nub. He changed the angle he thrust at to stroke her G-spot, and she nearly purred, moving with him until her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around his cock. She wailed as her orgasm struck, and he rode it out with her. He smiled because he knew he was just getting started.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “That’s number one.”
She chuckled breathlessly and replied, “Oh, baby, I’m yours to torture.”
An hour later, Summer lay cuddled in his arms, her cheeks rosy from so many orgasms, even he’d lost count. He remembered hitting number ten and losing track after that.
She murmured drowsily, “Margot is going to kill me.”
“Why?”
“I should be working.”
“You should?”
Summer chuckled limply. “I have no idea. My brain is not functioning from all the orgasms.”
Kemp chuckled, wondering if all the orgasms had fried her neurons to have forgotten that. “You took today off after what happened at Stigall’s.”
“Oh. I’m glad you’re keeping track.”
“It’s been one helluva day, too.” Looking at his watch, he said, “It’s only three. Why don’t you nap for a while? I’ll wake you later.”
“I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I do.”
“You may lose some sleep tonight, darlin’. Get it while you can,” he said with a chuckle.
She smiled, and her eyelids slid closed a minute later.
Kemp was willing to admit he was a complete and utter sap as he lay there naked with her, stroking her hip, her arm, her cheek, whatever part of her he could reach. He was enthralled by her, wanting to pinch himself and make sure this wasn’t just a dream.
She moaned softly and slid her arm across his chest so her warm hand rested over his collarbone then settled back into sleep. Maybe she’d felt the need to make sure it was more than just a sweet dream she was having. A smile of satisfaction crossed his lips.
Chapter Twenty-four
Summer’s heart pounded, and she giggled as she rounded the leather couch. They’d just finished dining on the delicious supper Ace had brought home for them from O’Reilley’s. Summer had promised them she’d cook for them another night.
She was currently dodging Ace, who was stripping as he stalked her, dropping his clothes wherever he stood. “I promise you, kitten. Wherever you are when I catch you, that’s the spot you’re getting it.”