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“So good,” I pant, wiggling my hips.
Without warning, Ken throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and then the other, before flattening his tongue and licking every part of me. My back bows off the bed as I shove more of my dripping, needy cunt into his face. I can’t help it. The way his warm, soft tongue laps at my wetness and then circles my clit has me practically fucking his face.
His hands slide under my ass and grip me there, his fingers digging in deeper with each rough stroke of his tongue. He’s helping me find my rhythm as I rub my greedy pussy against his mouth.
“K-Ken, please…” I gasp, clawing at the sheets and snapping my thighs around his head.
He grunts and focuses his attention on my clit, rubbing tight circles around my swollen button with his tongue. I can’t stop the breathy moans falling from my lips repeatedly, each one louder than the last as my muscles lock up and my pussy quivers around his tongue.
I teeter on the sharp edge of ecstasy, wanting to savor the aching pressure as it builds. When Ken scrapes his teeth against my clit, pleasure slices through me, unleashing my pent-up need in one vicious explosion.
I cry out and lift up off the mattress, unable to contain the painful bliss rippling through every cell in my body. Wave after wave crashes into me in such rapid succession I don’t have time to catch my breath before I’m drawn under once again.
Ken pushes me back down onto the bed with one large hand spread out over my belly, making me take all of what he’s offering. My skin burns between my thighs where his beard is scraping me, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure taking over my body.
Finally, I start to come back down. I’m a shaking, sweating puddle of satisfaction. My legs fall from Ken’s shoulders as he stands up and pulls out his dick.
Holy fucking fuck. I mean, just…
“We’re not having sex tonight,” he chokes out. “But I… fuck, I need this.” He looks like he’s going out of his mind with lust. For me. That thought emboldens me. I want to give him what he needs.
I nod my head and spread my legs open for him. Ken groans and stares at me, jerking himself off to my naked, exposed body. I watch in awe as his massive shaft grows even longer and then swells up. Ken hisses and throws his head back, pumping his fist furiously.
When he tips his head back down to look at me, his eyes have gone completely black. He bares his teeth and clenches his jaw before stepping closer and pressing the tip of his cock against my clit.
I gasp at how amazing it feels having his hot, hard dick rubbing against me. Ken lets out a roar as he comes on my pussy, releasing his seed in forceful jets against my clit. An unexpected orgasm rips through me. It’s short but so damn intense I see black spots in the corners of my vision.
“That’s it, that’s so fucking it,” Ken groans as the last of his pleasure fades.
He falls on top of me, catching himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me completely. His lips are on mine, giving me a taste of my own release, even as I feel his drip down my pussy. When Ken pulls back, I see his beard glistening with my cum, which makes me lean up and kiss him again.
“I could kiss you all night, Tink,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead. “But I think we both need some rest.”
Ken leaves my side briefly, then comes back, fully dressed, and holding out a wet washcloth. I hold my hand out for it, but he snatches it away, urging me to lie back down. Ken drags the cloth across my skin, washing the remnants of our orgasms off of me. It’s hard to believe the man who growled at me and ate me out until I came harder than I ever have is now tenderly cleaning me up.
I must have fallen asleep, because I’m woken briefly when Ken tucks some hair behind my ear. “Get some sleep, my beautiful girl,” he murmurs. I nod and close my eyes again, drifting off into blissful sleep.
EIGHT
Ken
“Would you like some wine?I have red or white,” I offer Gracie as I stir the garlic and prosciutto in the pan before it can burn.
“Sure, white is good. Do you want me to get it?” she offers but I shake my head no.
I want to spoil her. I’m still trying to make up for canceling our date a few days ago. Every time I think about that night, I get hard. Every time I grab a pastry from Cherry Falls Coffee or some pie from The Virgin Street Diner, I get hard because it reminds me of how sweet Gracie had tasted.
I knew after that night that I needed to step up and hire someone before Gracie got frustrated or started to doubt me again and gave up on me. Now that I’ve found my Tinker Bell, I can’t give her up. I need her in my life so that I don’t turn into a workaholic with no friends or social life.
“What are you making?” she asks as I set a glass of white wine down in front of her on the counter.
“Pasta carbonara. It’s one of the only things I can cook really well,” I say with a little laugh.
“It smells good,” she compliments.
“Thanks. Do you cook a lot?” I ask her, wanting to learn all that I can about her.
“Yeah, I love it actually. I’m not great at baking but I can cook.”
