by Keta Kendric
The kiss deepened, and I was lost as he made love to my mouth. His tongue stroked the tip of mine before it glided up one side, and I returned the caress with a desperate flick, wanting to keep it in my mouth.
If he wanted to, I was sure he could get me off with only his kisses. They embodied me fully, reaching my toes, and setting off a desperate ache that soaked me in flames as his touch provided the fuel.
At this point, I was filled with such eagerness, that I shook with the effort it took to keep my sanity contained. His hand went for the rim of his shirt that I wore, leading his fingertips to flirt with my thighs. He lifted the shirt, and I stood in place, enjoying the way his eyes lit up as he unveiled me and soaked in my nakedness.
My body was far from perfect, but the pleasure in Khane’s gaze when he looked at me, the pleasing smile on his face, and the sparkle that seemed to sizzle over him, made me feel like a goddess. He took the shirt over my head and dropped it off to the side while his eyes eased over every line and curve of me, his exploring gaze as potent as his touch.
His hands went to my waist, and I gasped when he lifted me and my ass landed on the car that I had forgotten was behind me. The hard, unbending metal was cushioned by his shirt that he had put there for me.
He adjusted my naked body atop the car, the hood propped open like a slanted roof, as I sat on the small edge. I was so far gone that I hadn’t even realized that I had a tight grip on his bulging biceps until he took me by the wrists. He placed my hands on the car behind me as I stared, mesmerized by him.
“Hold on here. Try not to let go, okay.” His voice rasped with masculine need, so strong, I surrendered at the first sound. I found myself nodding at his request, too overwhelmed for speech. The shaky breaths I’d long ago lost control of, swam through the air as other, more potent desires flooded me.
I was angled so that I was on full display, highlighted by the light shining behind Khane. The chemistry between us was too strong to be held within walls and soft fabrics. We needed this hard car frame, and the harmonizing insect songs spilling in through the open back of the garage. We needed the squawks of birds mingling with the growls and scratches of other ravenous animals. We didn’t need candles and soft music because the natural setting fit us perfectly.
Once he had me positioned the way he wanted me, he stepped between my legs, which automatically opened for him. His gaze explored me with such demanding confidence that it was enough to keep my hormones dancing to the energetic beat he’d set off.
He lifted and placed my left foot atop the car’s front bumper, exposing my leaking pussy, before he positioned my other foot, widening my legs further. I sat obediently in place, fully exposed with my legs splayed open, and my hand gripping the bars of hard metal behind me. Khane had access to everything and could plainly see every part.
When he was satisfied with the positioning, he stepped back and observed his efforts. The smile in his eyes reached his lips before his gaze met mine.
There was no longer any reluctance in his facial expression. He was as committed to what we were about to do as I was. His hand dropped to the button of his pants, and so did my eyes, but he didn’t undo them.
Instead, he edged closer: stalking, dangerous, and perfect. When he was close enough that his muscled thighs brushed mine, I sucked in a deep gasp and stared up at him as his masculine physique demanded my full attention. Jesus, it wasn’t right for a man to be that damn physically intoxicating and mentally overwhelming.
He could have barked any order, and I would have obeyed. Instead, he kept me locked in his gaze as his hands went sliding up my parted thighs, making me fight back a shiver. There was no more control or off buttons. We were going to fuck.
His hands slid over my lit body, squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples, his exploring strokes were making me moan. He leaned in and allowed his tongue to slide across the thumping pulse in my neck as his warm breath glazed over my burning skin. His every action turned my thoughts into dust and rebuilt them into temples of hard need and endless want.
Based on the size of the mound in his pants, and what I had felt pressed into my ass on his balcony, I already knew he wasn’t lacking in the dick department. Maybe I would get lucky enough to experience it filling up the inside of my mouth.
When he kneeled, my sharp gaze followed, and thoughts of his dick in my mouth evaporated. With his mouth aligned with my throbbing wet heat, he glanced up with a wicked expression, potent enough to induce an orgasm. “I’m about to eat your pussy so good, you’re going to still be feeling it next month.”
I almost came because his bold statement sounded like a promise. His snow-white teeth, pressed with a light touch before he bit my inner thigh and licked his way closer, making me quake with pleasure.
He spread my pussy lips as we watched my juices leak from my pink folds. “Such a pretty little hot pussy,” he whispered, before he blew on it. The light touch of his breath made me whimper.
As soon as his lips kissed my lower ones, I uttered the only thought in my mind. “Khane.” His name was one elongated whisper that rolled off my tongue and floated into the interior of the garage.
He eased me into his actions, licking every part before he zeroed in on my clit, flattening his tongue against it before he made it wave and flutter, doing a tango with my throbbing nub. The fiery waves of pleasure set my movements to the rhythm of his dancing tongue.
The grip I had on the metal tightened, causing my hands to shake from me squeezing so hard. The concentrated pleasure he produced entered my clit and then made the journey over my body. All those animal noises outside had been replaced by my loud moans, the only sound that contended with his mouth snacking on my pussy.
When he eased back and sent his slick tongue past my clit and deeper into my hungry cove, I melted. “Khane. Oh shit!” I was a mess of cries and moans. My body being lavished with gifts of pleasure so strong, I feared I would pass out.
He released my hips, and I understood then that he had incorporated the car into this erotic scene. Each rock away would ease his tongue out, and then the forward rock caused his tongue to slide deep inside me and his top lip to crash into my clit. The sight of him watching me while it was happening made the scene explicitly hot.
Time didn’t exist inside our love scene, so I had no idea how long he had been feasting on me. All I knew was that I was getting close. Great clouds of joy were gathering for the storm to come.
He retracted his tongue and replaced it with two long fingers, sliding them inside me so deliciously slow that my voice got hung up in my throat and left me moaning internally.
His lengthy fingers moved inside me until he had them arched up enough to tickle my g-spot. His fingers and my nerve endings were like two circuits sparking. The jolts of electric currents he sent through me were amplified when his lovely tongue reconnected with my clit.
“Khane. Aww! Oh!!” I yelled. I couldn’t help shoving myself into his face, fucking his fingers as he made sweet love to my swollen and sensitive nub that poked out to receive everything he gave. The depth of his pleasuring reached out like he was licking and stroking my whole body.
He kept strumming my g-spot like he was playing a tune that only he understood. When he quickened the speed of his fingers and flicked his tongue faster over my clit, I exploded, shaking the car so hard it squeaked and rocked.
A gust of passion hit, so intense that I swore I levitated in the air. The sprinkling sound of something hitting the floor opened my eyes in the midst of my heavenly episode.
“Holy shit,” Khane said as he continued to work his fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. I was so far gone, I had no idea when he’d stood. The expression on his face was awe, mixed with shock, and a smile that caused me to catch a glimpse at the water squirting from my shaking body and wetting him. With no control over the episode, I was unable to stop my trembling body as the strong sensations continued to have their way with me.
When I finally started to
come down, the heat of embarrassment warmed my cheeks. “I’m sorry,” rushed out over a heaving breath. His hands were at my splayed and trembling thighs, his expression still one of awe.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead before his lips went to my ears. “Why would you apologize? That is the best compliment I have ever received.”
Khane had opened a door that no one else had even knocked on. I had no idea my body was capable of doing that. He didn’t move me until I stopped trembling and found a normal heart rhythm again. How was it that he made me feel good about squirting all over him?
26
Khane
The sweet action of Desiree’s response was a reward. One that let me know I had done well when she was the one giving me all the gifts. I leaned in for another of her luscious kisses that she gave freely. She reached for my dick, so achingly hard, it verged on pain. “Can I taste it?” she asked.
“Not yet. I need to see you cum again.” Seeing her cum for me had been the most astonishing event of my life. When I eased her off the car, her shaky legs barely kept her upright, but I easily held her weight.
Sandwiched between my arms, I reached behind her and slammed the hood closed. I needed the air circulation from the action to fan the raging flames she had set to my desire for her.
She had no idea what was coming next but appeared open for whatever I had in mind. I placed my hands under her shoulders and easily lifted her, sitting her atop the dark shiny hood. This way, she sat higher and fell in perfect alignment with the portion of me I wanted to introduce her to.
“Don’t go anywhere.” My voice was so deep with need that I hardly recognized it. I hated to separate myself from her for any amount of time, but walked around to the passenger’s side of the car, reached in, and searched for my wallet I’d tossed in earlier.
A glance at Desiree, naked and resting on her elbows atop my hood was a display of fine art. The sight had me growing even harder than I already was. I dashed back, shoving my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs enough for my dick to spring free.
She swallowed a gulp when her eyes dropped to my dick, but soon after, seeing her tongue sliding over her lips made me to crack a smile. She was up for what could be a challenge as I knew how snug her pussy was.
When she lifted her gaze to mine, she let out a seductive groan. “You are really…wow! I umm.” Her tongue slipped across her lips before her gaze drop back to my dick. She had worn me down. Having her so beautifully naked in front of me left me only one option. I was going to fuck her.
My finger danced back and forth between us. “We are going to happen, Desiree. I did my best to keep my hands off you, but I’m at the point now where I need to see what it’s like to be buried deep inside you. I plan on fucking you so good, you’re going to need me to tell you your own name by the time I’m done.”
The arrogant words seemed to take the stress out of her lingering gaze and fill it with lust. “Okay,” her shaky reply sounded before she was reaching and sliding her trembling hands over my abs. She was as possessed by our intoxicating chemistry as I was.
“I felt it pressing into my ass on the balcony, but seeing it…” She swallowed hard. “Damn, Khane.”
In an attempt to ease the hint of stress that creased her forehead at my size, I leaned in and kissed her. “I promise. I’m not going to hurt you, and if I do, I know you’re going to love it.”
I reached into my pocket and retrieved the condom before sliding my pants the rest of the way down and tossing them aside.
Fully naked now, I was leaking and pulsing from the mere sight of Desiree. It took effort to control the massive amount of need that demanded I speed up the process.
She stopped me right when I was about to rip the foil from the condom. “Let me,” she insisted. The hunger in her eyes kept me burning for her. When she took the condom in her anxious hand, she glanced at it and then up into my eyes before she threw her hand up and tossed the condom away as one would a wad of unwanted paper. I’m sure the wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression on my face was priceless.
“I want you, Khane. It means every part of you. I’m on birth control, and you of all people know I’m always safe.”
I stared, allowing my stunned state to ease away naturally. The smile that filled my face let her know that I was pleased with her decision. My dick happily nudged the inside of her silky thigh, demanding more of the attention she gave, first with her eyes, then wrapping him in her warm hands and stroking with a caress that sent ripples racing through me.
Desiree wasn’t dangerous in a murderous way, but she had the ability to cause worlds to collapse if she really tried hard enough. Mine in particular. “You have ripped me apart, demolishing me with your beautiful chaos,” I whispered. She had done a number on me. Nothing and no one had ever before made me go against one of the very few rules I had never broken.
Stepping forward, I eased between her legs, shoving myself against her velvety thighs. I repositioned, making her lose her breath instantly when I angled myself down and drew closer to absorb her heat. The tip of my dick licked at the sweet, wet heat glazing her pussy lips before a rush of excitement hit me and caused my dick to break free, spring up, and smack against her stomach. She was the first woman I was going to fuck without a condom, so it was difficult for me to contain my excitement.
She didn’t mind the love tap as she graced my dick with a tender stroke and pushed it back down, her eyes glued to its every move. She spread her legs wide to accommodate me as my hand roamed freely over her body, teasing along the lush curves of her buttery soft skin.
Unable to resist, I bent and sat another searing kiss on her lips while taking her hand and squeezing it around my dick. Her touch had me so hard and hot that I struggled for breaths. She stroked the length of my dick until I eased back and set the head at her waiting sex.
“Tell me you want me, Desiree.” I fingered the life and death tattoo inside her upper left arm, skeletal fingers grasping at a beautiful purple butterfly, letting her know I knew it was there. I tugged on one of her lovely locks while awaiting her reply, my tongue mirroring hers sliding across the heavy sweetness of her lips.
“I want you, Khane. I have since the day I walked into your kitchen. Will you please put me out of my misery and fuck me?”
The scorching heat of her words and her sexy begging body set me aflame, burning me down to the ambers of my deepest desires before lighting me into an inferno of blood-searing need. No one had ever wanted me this badly, and I wasn’t going to make her wait a second longer.
“I’m all yours,” she whispered. “Whatever you want.” With my hands gripping her spread thighs, I slid her butt to the edge of the car before I plunged in hard and deep. Her eyes pinched tight as her body tensed and shivered from my unchecked action.
“It’s a tight fit, Desiree. Are you sure you want me to keep going?” Her heavy gaze lifted to mine, and I was met with another strong shot of lust at the sight of her biting deeply into her lip. She didn’t speak a word because her body spoke for her. If there was pain, she wasn’t stopping me as her fingers dug into my sides, and she pulled me in deeper. Her tightness gripped me hard, forcing me to choke down a strangled cry of sheer ecstasy.
She was too snug for me to go as hard and deep as I wanted to, so I settled for slow ins and outs to give her body time to adjust. I enjoyed the way she squeezed so deliciously around me, her warm wetness enticing me to plunge deeper. I liked this deeply satisfying connection, too much, as my deliberate thrusts left us panting for more.
Her hypnotic moans kept me feeding her more dick. The sensation of me stretching her open and reaching a maddening depth, left me crazed and quaking from the impact. I shoved in more since there was no place else for it to go, but deeper.
“So fucking deep,” my harsh words winded against her neck and ear. “You like me fucking you this deep, don’t you?” The hard, pounding beat highlighted the expressive words spilling from my mouth that were unusual for me.
I had never before expressed myself this way with anyone except Desiree. She had no problem articulating how I made her feel, which encouraged me to let her know how she was making me feel and what she was making me do to her.
Sinful. Each wicked stroke seemed to drive her crazy as she clawed at my skin and yelled out my name like a woman possessed. “Khane. My God. Khane!” Something falling from the squeaking car clattered to the floor, but it didn’t stop our sensual dance.
Every touch, every lick, every stroke—we were into it so deeply, I doubt either of us cared that we were using the car as a bed. Desiree was a vocal lover. Her lovely voice reaching a decibel that tickled my eardrums and added to the fire she had stoked to life within me.
It took minutes for her to open to my size despite her being so dripping wet. The heavenly sensations of being buried inside her raw was a need I would crave until the day I died. Although entranced by her wet tightness, I sensed her on the verge of orgasm. Each of her moans kept getting lost in the sound of my heaving groans.
“I…I’m…oh!” I read her urgent warning, slowing my pace, but continuing the hard pounding thrust, filling her to the hilt with each downstroke, and making her entire body fill me.
“Desiree,” I whispered harshly. I’m sure the tortured expression on her face mirrored mine as I was there with her, about to take a plunge I wasn’t sure we would survive.
Her grip on me tightened enough for her nails to dig deeper into my skin, the delicious pinch adding to my pleasure. My grip on her grew firmer as we stared into each other’s eyes and held each other painfully tight. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, trembling and bringing to life an image I had dreamt a thousand times.
