by Amelia Shea
“Congrats, Uncle Bogs. I’m surprised you weren’t fighting to get in there first.”
He glanced over, grabbing her hand and grinning. “Always save the best for last. I’ll be her favorite, that’s a given.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kenzie pulled out sheets from one of the many unpacked, opened boxes. So much for clean. She was so beat at this point she’d sleep on anything. They had moved all her stuff from her apartment into Bogs’ condo. Everyone had come to help. She hadn’t realized how much shit she had until it was time to move it. She’d miss her crappy apartment, but this was better.
She yawned then yelped when she felt the force of his weight come down over her. She spun onto her back. Bogs was shirtless and caging her in with his hands on either side of her head.
“What are you doing?”
His sly smirk turned into a grin. He leaned over her taking her lips in a hard kiss. “I’m gonna tuck you in.”
Kenzie chuckled, gripping the waistband of his jeans and pulling him between her spread legs. “What exactly are you gonna tuck in, and where are you going to tuck it?” she teased.
His lips pressed against her neck, his tongue dragging along her collarbone. “Mmmm…so many possibilities.” He kissed down to her chest engulfing her breast over her shirt. Even with two layers between them, her nipples beaded. The tips of her fingers lightly caressed over his back. She never gave much thought to a man’s back but Bogs’ was sexy. Smooth skin over roped muscles. Who was she kidding? Everything on this man was sexy.
His head came up from her breasts and latched onto her lips. He lay flat, his arms bearing most of his weight, every inch of them fused together. She could kiss his mouth forever. He stroked her tongue slowly and pushed his hips against hers. She could feel him, hard and ready. So was she.
She wedged her hands between their bodies and unclasped his belt. She needed his pants off. Thankfully, he had the same thought. He pushed back from her and stood up, pulling down his jeans. She was in the same process, wiggling her butt and sliding her panties down. She stopped with them tangled around her ankles.
The moonlight cast through the window, shining a light over his naked body. It seemed like a sappy thought, but that didn’t stop her from staring. He was beautiful. His chest was smooth down to his six-pack. His body reminded her of a sculpture with hard outlines, ripples from his muscles. She trailed down to his cock and sighed. Damn, she never gave much thought to the penis except for what it was capable of making her feel. Looking at Bogs, she was barely able to contain her excitement. He was perfection.
“You’re giving the fuck-me eyes.”
“Then why aren’t you fucking me?”
He clucked his tongue, smirking. “You’re being a taker when you promised you’d be more of a giver.” He dropped his gaze down to his dick then looked at her and wiggled his eyebrows.
She shucked off the jeans at her ankles, laughing. “Real subtle, Bogs.” She got to her knees making her way to the edge of the bed. She gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it on the floor.
She held his eyes and silently prayed her hands weren’t shaking from excitement when she reached behind and unclasped her bra. He looked down at her breasts, and she let it fall to the bed.
His eyes trailed her body. Arousal was hard to hide. But his eyes were intently watching her sending goose bumps over her skin. She swallowed a breath. The air between them was an intense electric vibe reminding her of the calm before the storm. However, she was anything but calm. This wasn’t their first time together, but it felt like it.
“What do you want me to do?” Her words were barely audible, and she tensed at the tightness of her beaded nipples.
He growled, stepping forward, and she was now lined up with him. “I want you to wrap those sweet lips around my cock and suck me.”
She gasped, not at his words but at the wetness they caused between her legs. She leaned forward keeping her gaze on his hooded lids. He looked like a harder version of himself. She parted her lips, slowly lowering her mouth over his dick and sliding him down her throat.
His groan was feral but low. It was animalistic. She continued her slow assault, taking him to the root of his cock dragging her tongue over the crown. Her tongue swirled over him and tasted every inch. She hadn’t been a fan of giving oral until Bogs. His hand threaded through her hair, gripping it hard. A bite of pain ripped at her scalp. Instead of pulling away she dove deeper over his cock in long, strong pulls. Giving blowjobs was empowering. He was at the mercy of her mouth, and she was getting hot over it. She swept her tongue on the underside of his shaft, and he rewarded her with a deep lingering moan.
A sudden pull to her hair and the room spun around her. Kenzie’s chest landed on the crumpled sheets. She shifted to see Bogs putting on a condom and coming at her with a tense jaw though his eyes had softened with a glimmer. Lust. She rocked back onto her knees, and his hand gripped her hip. She moaned at the entrance of his finger sliding into her.
“You’re ready for me,” he whispered.
She answered with a soft moan. He added another finger, and she was reeling at the sensation to her core. Her breathing shallowed, and her heart skipped. So good.
“You want more?”
She lifted her head slightly, glancing back at him. “You know what I want.”
She was oddly entranced by his hazel eyes, barely aware of him removing his fingers until she was left feeling empty. She parted her lips and gasped when he entered her pussy with one swift shift, lodging himself to her core.
Her moan was matched by his groan. She rocked her hips into him and rested her forehead on the mattress. Her lower lips were stretching around his cock with a trembling friction.
Everything about this moment was perfect. The way he felt inside her, the way his fingers bit into her hips with one hand while the other caressed up her back. He thrust forward and back, filling her up and leaving her bare. It was like he was teasing her with his cock.
She raised onto her hands, giving him access to her hair, which he gripped and pulled on. Her neck stretched upward as he fucked her. She moved her hips demanding more, and he gave it to her. He slammed deep inside her.
“Yeah, right there.” He was rocking into her spot. She scrunched the sheets into her palms, riding on the slow stir of her orgasm. She locked her arms and tried to keep her balance as he thrust inside her harder.
“Ahhh…” she shouted.
“Shhhh…” She felt his chest at her back and his mouth at her neck. She immediately turned her head, panting into his mouth as their lips met. She moaned. His tongue swirled around hers unrelenting on letting her go.
She came, pulling her head away and gasping for air. He slammed deep into her pussy and grunted, his body spasmed against her before releasing his weight onto her. She fell onto the bed, and the room was silent except for their breathing.
“I love you.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Are you just saying that because I made you come?” His weight lifted, and she watched him shift onto his back next to her.
She rolled over to her side and weighed down on his chest. “Yes.”
His hands gripped her waist, and he heaved her body along his. “Say you love me without orgasms.”
She clamped her lips tightly and tried to not laugh. His fingers dug into her sides, and she wiggled on him. “Say it.”
She tried pulling his hands away, and she jolted over his body, but he was not relenting. “Say it.”
She laughed. “Fine, fine, you win.” His fingers froze, and he smiled, squinting, waiting on her. “I love you even without orgasms.”
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
»»•««
Bogs was moving her dresser into his spare room the next morning when the text from Trent came through.
Pulling in now.
Bogs left the dresser in the middle of the room and went in
search of Kenzie. She was on her knees cleaning out the drawer under the sink. He leaned against the doorframe and snickered. She had a baseball cap on and white t-shirt. So fucking cute.
She glanced up at him and glared. “You’re a pig, Bogs.”
“Are we talking sexually or domestically?”
“Seriously, it’s filthy down here.”
“Again, sexually or domestically?”
She tossed her rag at him and laughed.
“Come on. I got a surprise for ya.”
That got her attention. “What is it?”
“Come find out.” He walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Her feet padded behind him rushing to catch up. He walked through the living room, opening the slider and gesturing her to walk through.
She did, and he walked through, closing the door then grabbing her hand. The walked down the path. “It’s outside, huh?”
“Lips are sealed, you gotta wait.”
“Can I have a hint?”
“It’s bigger than a breadbox.”
He walked through the garden and tugged her hand until she came to stand in front of him. The sound of a car door slamming was enough to get her attention. She raised up on her toes to see past the tops of the cars. Being much taller than her he saw them before Kenzie. The tall brunette was standing so close to Trent he wasn’t sure if she was gonna kiss him or take a punch.
“Next road trip, I’m driving. I told you to turn left at the last street.”
“Darlin’, next time we do a road trip I’m going to gag you and save my sanity.”
“Not funny.”
Bogs chuckled. “It’s a little funny.”
Kenzie whipped her head back at Bogs. “It’s Taylor. She’s here.”
“Yeah, and all the trouble she brings I’m sure.”
He smiled down at her and was pushed back when her arms came around his neck, slamming her body into his hugging him tightly. “God, I love you.”
“Love you too, pretty girl.”
The End
About the Author
Amelia Shea is a writer of contemporary erotic romance. She believes in the mixture of a little sweet, a lot of sass, and whole lot of dirty wrapped up in a happily ever after. She fell in love with reading as a child and began writing shortly after. She is a northern girl, living in the South with her husband and children.
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