“Oh, fuck,” Kennedy cried out. “Oh, God, I’m coming.” Her body tensed, her clit pulsing against his tongue as he slowed his pace, pushing his fingers in deep, withdrawing them slowly as her tight cunt gripped the digits selfishly.
When she relaxed, Sawyer lowered her legs from his shoulders, but she surprised him by sitting upright so fast, he hardly realized what she was doing until his dick was in her palms and she was smiling up at him.
“My turn,” she said, her voice raspy and so damn sexy.
“What are you gonna do?” he asked, wanting to hear her talk some more.
“How ’bout I show you?”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the head of his dick in the softest kiss.
“I’m game,” he replied, watching as her tongue slid over the head, curling around him. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Kennedy’s eyes broke from his as she sucked him into her mouth, the warmth sending a chill racing down his spine.
“Aww, damn, Kennedy,” he groaned when she took him in deeper. “Suck me, baby. Suck me hard.”
She did as he instructed, keeping a torturously slow pace. Sawyer rested his hands on her head, trying not to tangle his fingers in her hair and pull her forward, but rather allowing her to control the most amazing blow job in the history of blow jobs.
“Your mouth’s so fucking sweet.” Sawyer kept his eyes glued to where her lips were wrapped around his dick, watching as she pulled him in, her head bobbing gently as she sucked him. He noticed she was a little hesitant, and he found he loved the shit out of it. She didn’t pretend to be some wildcat in the bedroom. Then again, Kennedy didn’t really have to pretend.
From the instant he had nailed her to the wall in the living room, he realized that Kennedy Endsley might be prim and proper on the outside, but what she harbored down deep was hot enough to catch fire. Which she had.
Now he just needed to hold out long enough to watch her do it again.
KENNEDY FELT AS though she was having an out-of-body experience. From the moment Sawyer disappeared into her bathroom, she’d decided to give in to her baser urges. And Lord knows she’d been suppressing them long enough. She found it difficult to hold back with this man when she wanted to do nothing more than make him lose his mind.
“Ahh, fuck, that’s good, Kennedy. Lower, baby. Lick my balls.”
Kennedy had to change positions because she had been sitting on the edge of the mattress. Pausing, she quickly turned around and lay on the bed on her back, her head at the end of the bed, her mouth at the perfect height to take Sawyer into her mouth. He took a step closer, holding his cock against his body as he brushed his balls over her lips. She teased him the same way he had teased her earlier, using her tongue to lave each one in turn before sucking them into her mouth. One at a time and then both, making Sawyer groan.
The bed dipped and Kennedy realized he had leaned over her. She used her feet to push herself lower on the bed so that her head was hanging over the edge before using her hands to guide his cock into her mouth. She proceeded to suck him, but this time he was controlling the pace, fucking her face by thrusting his hips forward. His groans and growls made her writhe on the bed beneath him, wishing he would touch her. She didn’t want to stop, but she needed him to touch her. Somewhere. Everywhere.
As though he read her mind, Kennedy felt Sawyer’s fingers part her labia before slipping inside her. She moaned as mind-blowing sensation lit her up again.
“Fuck, darlin’. Keep that up and I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Kennedy moaned again, knowing the vibration was driving him crazy, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She’d never done anything like this before. And she wasn’t talking about oral sex. She was talking about taking the reins, being forward, and asking for what she wanted. That wasn’t her style. Or maybe it was and she hadn’t realized it until tonight. Regardless, this was exactly what she wanted.
Sawyer pulled back, his cock falling from between her lips. The next thing she knew, he was moving around to the side of the bed, then flipping her over onto her stomach, kneeling on the bed behind her. She heard the sound of a condom being opened and she begged him to hurry. When he gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees, Kennedy realized the dresser mirror was directly in front of her and she could see everything he was doing. He obviously noticed it too because he smiled at her before plunging into her hard.
Kennedy moaned. The incredible friction of him inside her, the staggering feeling of being filled by him, had her arms and legs tingling, her nipples hard, even her scalp prickling.
She had to hold herself rigid to take his forceful thrusts, but she did so gladly, watching him in the mirror as he fucked her, their eyes meeting across the room.
“Kennedy.”
The way he said her name made her want to beg him to repeat it over and over again, but she couldn’t speak, her mouth refused to work as she focused on the incredible pleasure coursing through her.
When he leaned over her, his hips resting against her ass, he slowed his thrusts, but continued to drive deeper, withdrawing slowly.
“So good, Kennedy. You feel so damn good.”
“Ditto,” she moaned, rocking back against him. “Fuck me harder.”
“Give me a minute,” he said roughly. “This right here,” he said, punctuating his words by driving deeper, without pulling out, “is heaven. Pure fucking heaven.”
Kennedy squeezed her inner muscles, pulling another sexy groan from him, and then he was kneeling once again, lifting her hips and driving into her harder, faster, until she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her orgasm erupted from out of nowhere, making her cry out his name as her body hummed, the wave crashing over her, through her.
It was, as Sawyer had put it, pure fucking heaven.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Kennedy was wrapped in Sawyer’s arms, the lights off and the only sound his steady breathing. She knew he wasn’t asleep. At least not yet.
He pulled her closer, his big, rough hand cupping her breast, his hips pressed against her butt, his hard chest against her back. Not that she would admit it to him, but Kennedy had never felt as safe as she did right then, in Sawyer’s arms. As much as she had feared this moment, she found it difficult to regret what had happened between them.
“Sleep,” he grumbled against her ear. “I wanna be able to wake you up in a couple of hours with my tongue buried in your pussy.”
A shudder raced through her. There was no way her body could produce another orgasm at the moment, but just the thought of Sawyer and his wicked tongue made her want to roll over and pull him on top of her.
She didn’t.
Closing her eyes, she tried to drift off listening to the sound of Sawyer breathing against her ear, but she couldn’t. She reflected back on the last few hours. All that had happened.
Kennedy had insisted she would never give in to this man, but it seemed almost funny how easily she’d done just that. When he had barged into her house, all angry alpha male . . . she’d been hard-pressed to resist him. Clearly she wasn’t as strong as she had given herself credit for.
Then again, she had resisted him for the last few years. His advances never seemed to stop, although she had no idea why Sawyer Walker would be coming after her in the first place. It wasn’t that she thought negatively about herself. Quite the opposite actually. What threw her for a loop was the fact that she wasn’t anything like the women she’d seen him with. She didn’t throw herself at him, she didn’t follow him around, and she would never commit to just one night with him.
That wasn’t what she wanted and as he lay there beside her, she wondered what it was that he wanted from her. The sex . . . well, that was off the charts amazing. Although she’d been with only a few men in her life, nothing compared to what had happened between them earlier. Nothing.
And it had been so effortless. Just looking at Sawyer made her want to jump his bones.
Uggghhh.
“If
you don’t go to sleep, I’m gonna pull you on top of me and make you ride me until you’re so exhausted, you can’t keep your eyes open.”
Kennedy smiled. Yeah, that thought certainly didn’t make going to sleep any easier. However, her body was worn-out and she knew she needed at least a couple of hours to recuperate.
Maybe then, if he happened to still be in her bed by the time the sun came up, they’d go again.
As she began to drift off, curling deeper against the warm man in her bed, she prayed he would be there when she woke up because if he wasn’t . . . well, she would never forgive him.
Or herself.
chapter SIXTEEN
When Kennedy woke up, she noticed two things immediately.
One: the sun was up, the rays slipping in through the crack in the black curtains over her windows.
Two: Sawyer was not in her bed.
Rolling over, she stared at the ceiling, sighing heavily.
She should’ve known it would happen. Why she thought she could possibly change a man like Sawyer, she had no idea. Rather than dwell on it, she forced her legs over the side of the bed and went to the bathroom. She needed a shower and then she needed coffee.
Lots and lots of coffee.
She didn’t waste time washing up and rinsing off, not even bothering to leave the conditioner in her hair for more than a minute before she was rinsing, then climbing out and drying off. She grabbed her robe, forgoing clothes because she couldn’t muster up the strength to dig them out of her closet.
It wasn’t until she opened her bedroom door and smelled something cooking that she realized she wasn’t alone. Which meant Sawyer was still there. Stepping out of her room, she tiptoed toward the living room, hoping to sneak up on him before he saw her.
“Holy shit!” she screamed when Sawyer stepped into the hall directly in front of her, a huge smile on his face. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Mornin’ to you, too,” he said easily, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. “I hope you’re hungry.”
She was starving, but she couldn’t get words to form as she stared at the shirtless man standing before her in nothing but his jeans. If she thought he’d looked good enough to eat last night, well, this morning he looked . . . God, he was hot.
And clearly her brain had gone off-line because that was the only thought that flitted through her mind as she stared back at him blankly.
It wasn’t until he took her hand, pulling her through the house to the kitchen, that she finally found her voice. “You cooked breakfast?”
“Yeah,” he said, shooting her a look over his shoulder as he made his way to the oven, grabbing one of the hot pads before opening it and pulling out a pan of biscuits.
“By yourself?” she asked, unable to take her eyes off him.
He chuckled. “I’m a grown man, Kennedy. I know how to take care of myself. And you’ve met my mama. If I didn’t know how to cook, she’d have my hide.”
Kennedy watched him intently. He moved around her kitchen effortlessly, as though he’d done it a million times before. He looked so natural there, almost like he belonged.
She forced the thought away, stepping aside when he came toward the table, setting the pan down. It was then that she noticed he had also made bacon and he’d placed the honey and butter on the table, along with the carton of orange juice and two glasses.
“Close your mouth, darlin’,” Sawyer said, chuckling.
Kennedy closed her mouth, glaring over at him.
When he returned to the table, he stopped in front of her, grabbing the edges of her robe and pulling her to him. His lips brushed against hers and she fought the urge to throw her arms around him and climb his body. She wasn’t sure what he’d done to her, but sometime between his showing up on her doorstep and then banging her senseless against her living room wall, Sawyer had managed to turn her into a horny slut. She could hardly think for wanting him.
And that wasn’t like her at all.
“What do you have on underneath this robe?” he asked, brushing his mouth against her ear as he slid one hand down her chest, dipping beneath the cotton. Her nipple instantly pebbled when he touched her. “Oh, yeah, I could get used to this,” he mumbled as he licked her earlobe, nipping gently.
Another nearly violent shudder rocked her.
“But first we eat,” he said, standing to his full height and backing away from her. He acted as though he hadn’t just made her pussy wet and her body heat a million degrees.
The bastard.
He lowered himself to one of the chairs and then patted his legs. “Sit.”
“On your lap?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he said, his tone firm.
For whatever reason, her feet began to move before her brain could catch up, and the next thing she knew, she was trying to sit on his lap. He stopped her.
“Not like that,” he said when she turned sideways. “Straddle me.”
Kennedy swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly completely dry.
Sawyer reached for her then, pulling her close as he closed his knees together, forcing her to spread her legs or run into him. Then she was straddling him, doing her best to hold her robe closed to keep herself covered.
“Nuh-uh,” he said gruffly, reaching for the tie on her robe and easily untying it.
Crap.
He pulled the fabric open and she immediately moved to cover herself but he stopped her easily.
“Hands at your sides.”
Her damn traitorous body did exactly as he instructed, her hands dropping to her sides.
Now she was sitting on his lap—straddling him—her robe open and her naked body on full display for his hungry gaze. He was unabashedly staring, his finger trailing from her neck down the center of her chest.
“Hungry?” he asked, not bothering to look in her eyes when he spoke.
“Yes,” she croaked out, her throat as dry as the Sahara desert.
“Good,” he said, lifting his gaze up to meet hers.
He had set the chair so that the table was on his left side, all of the food within easy reach for him. She watched, desperately waiting for the opportunity to pull her robe closed. He never allowed her although he masterfully prepared two biscuits with butter and honey before pouring orange juice into both glasses. He did all of that with one hand, his other remaining flat against her chest, his thumb mindlessly brushing over her right nipple.
When the food was prepared, he didn’t hand her the biscuit as she thought he would. Instead, he lifted it to her lips, waiting patiently until she opened her mouth, which she eventually did because she felt stupid just sitting there staring at him.
She took a bite, then he took a bite. He continued to feed her, pausing to hand her a glass of juice. She was grateful for the chance to do something for herself, and she gulped down the contents quickly. When she was finished, she was still thirsty.
“More,” she said, her eyes locked with his.
Sawyer poured more, but this time he filled it almost to the top before handing it back to her. She had to be careful not to spill it on herself.
“Don’t move,” he ordered and her eyes widened. “Hold the glass right there and don’t spill a drop.”
Kennedy tightened her grip on the glass, using both hands so that she could keep it steady. What happened next stole her breath and had her in danger of being drenched in orange juice.
Sawyer retrieved the bottle of honey before pushing her robe off her shoulders. It slid down to her elbows, her breasts completely exposed. He then proceeded to pour honey on her nipples. Her gaze immediately dropped to her chest as she watched him lick the honey from her breasts, slowly tormenting her by swirling his tongue around the hardened tips then gently nipping them with this teeth.
She groaned, almost spilling the juice. As it was, she had to transfer the glass back to one hand or she wouldn’t have been able to watch him. For whatever reason, she didn’t want to miss the action.
/> “Sawyer. Oh, God,” she spoke loudly, her voice rough from the pure ecstasy swamping her.
“Don’t spill the juice, Kennedy.” The words came out as a demand and her pussy clenched.
She was doing her best not to spill it, but she wasn’t going to make any promises if he kept that up. He got creative, drawing designs on her breasts with the honey and then licking it off. Slowly.
So slowly, she felt every pounding beat of her heart against her chest, the sweet throb in her clit. It was more than she could take, but somehow she managed to sit there while he feasted on her. When he finally set the bottle on the table, she thought he was finished, but she should’ve known.
He wasn’t even close to being finished.
And he told her as much as he reached for the glass of juice, putting it on the table beside the honey.
What happened next, she would never—not in a million years—forget.
Nor would she ever look at her kitchen counter the same way.
SAWYER ROSE FROM the chair, holding Kennedy to him and then depositing her on the island in the center of her kitchen. For a brief moment, he thought she was going to argue, but she kept her mouth closed, which made him smile.
“You won’t be needing this,” he said as he slid the robe down her arms, leaving it on the counter so she would have something between her skin and the cool granite. “Lie back.”
“Sawyer, what are you gonna do?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“I’m gonna finish my breakfast. Remember how I told you I intended to shove my tongue in your pussy? Well, I’m makin’ good on that promise.”
She shivered, but she did as he told her, lying flat on the island. While she got into position, he grabbed the bottle of honey from the table and returned, standing at the end and pulling her closer to him. When he poured honey on her mound, Kennedy’s back bowed, her beautiful breasts thrusting upward, drawing his gaze briefly. He continued to watch her as he dove in, licking the honey from her before eating her pussy until she was screaming his name, her knees clamping down on his ears as she came with a force that nearly knocked him backward.
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