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Spirals of pleasure whipped through him and a carnal ache built in his balls as he watched himself disappear into her mouth.
Seb knew that he was playing with fire, they both were. Acting on the physical attraction that they had was not healthy. They had no future. They both knew that. The problem was, he had zero impulse control when it came to Kennedy Dawes.
His hands slid into her hair as she continued going down on him. A surge of arousal rushed through him as her lips sealed around him tightly and her tongue licked the underside of his shaft.
One of her hands gripped his girth and glided up and down in tandem with her mouth as the other hand cupped his balls gently, massaging them in her palms. She increased the suction of her lips every time she went down on him.
When his balls began to tingle with the tell-tale sign of release, he grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up. He wanted to drive inside of her so badly, but he’d made her a promise. He’d told her he was going to make her come with his fingers, his mouth, then his cock.
He dropped down to his knees and picked her right leg up, placing it over his shoulder. His mouth covered the hood of her sex and he began flicking his tongue across her already sensitive clit as he drove two fingers inside of her.
She gasped as her hands fisted in his hair and her hips ground against his mouth. Within seconds she was crying out in release as her thighs trembled against his cheeks. When her body relaxed and her fingers unfurled from his hair he stood back up.
He thought about taking her in the shower but, he didn’t want to risk it. There was too much chance of slipping and he didn’t want that to be on his mind.
He shut the water off and pulled her out of the shower. He placed her back in front of the sink and stood behind her. He liked this view. He could see her face, her breasts, the tiny patch of hair above her sex, but he could also see her ass.
His hand pressed down on her back causing her to bend over the sink. The position caused her ass to be on full display. Urgency roared through him as he ran his hand over her backside.
One hand gripped her hip, holding her in place while his other wrapped around his girth. He stroked it twice before using his tip to glide up and down the glistening seam of her sex. Her body greedily pulsed against his engorged tip.
A soft mewling noise escaped from her as he teased her with his mushroom head. She was still damp from the shower, but he could also feel her arousal coating the crown of his cock and he knew she was ready.
He started to push inside of her, and she tilted her hips, trying to assist in him going faster. But that wasn’t going to happen. He was setting the pace, and as much as he wanted to slam into her and give them both the release they were aching for, he knew that drawing it out and taking his time would be even more satisfying.
With more self-control than he ever even knew he possessed, he pushed past her barriers and slowly pressed an inch of his straining shaft inside of her before stilling. The muscles of her entrance throbbed around his head, telling him she wanted more.
He gave her what she wanted, but not all at once. He fed her his dick in tiny increments. With excruciating patience and discipline, he drove inside of her at a snail’s pace. When he finally filled her to the hilt, her inner walls were spasming around him and he knew that she was close to going over the edge again as she whimpered in frustration.
“Please,” she breathed.
“Please, what?” he asked, barely recognizing his own voice.
“Fuck me, please, fuck me.”
His cock swelled at her demand and his body took over giving her exactly what she’d asked for. He kept a firm hold on her as he pulled out and drove into her again and again, ruthlessly, until he sank into her in one final thrust. He let out a deep, guttural moan as pleasure lashed through him.
As he felt the final burst of release, he bent down and kissed her back, whispering, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
She was his.
Tonight, she was his.
21
Kennedy pulledup and parked in front of the community center as a loud yawn claimed her. Her eyes watered as she blinked several times and tried to summon energy she didn’t have to go inside to her first ever Needlepoint Mafia knitting club meeting. When she’d gotten the email ‘invite’ to the knitting club, at first, she thought it was a joke. She thought someone else in the office had sent it. Needlepoint Mafia knitting club was an invite-only meeting and attendance was mandatory. Not because Mrs. Chen was the broker at her real estate office and was her boss.
Even women whose employment had nothing to do with any of the founding members could not decline or ignore the invite. It was well known in Whisper Lake that if you were invited to join the knitting club, you went and kissed the ring. The repercussions of nonattendance were feared by all and known by none because no one had been stupid enough not to show up. What was known was that this trio of boomer busybodies could make someone’s life pretty miserable if you crossed them. Which was why, no one dared.
People her age usually got the invite when something difficult was happening in their lives. For Chrissy Caldwell, who was now married to Seb’s oldest brother Ford, it had been when she had divorce papers served to her. For Laura, it had been when the mafia learned that she was going to try and have a baby on her own through artificial insemination.
Kennedy’s invite had come after she’d seen Mrs. Weathersby at Well Brook this morning when Nana was having a particularly bad day. Kennedy had stepped out of her room to compose herself in the hall. Mrs. Weathersby had walked by and asked if she was okay.
That was all it took for the floodgates to open. She’d cried on Mrs. Weathersby’s shoulder for about five minutes before pulling it together and going back in to see Nana. By the time she left, thirty minutes later, the invite was in her email for tonight’s meeting.
Which was why Kennedy was sitting outside of the community center when all she really wanted to do was go home, take a bath, drink a glass (or two) of wine, crawl into bed and fall asleep replaying the night before in her mind so that hopefully she would dream about it and get to experience it again. It had been the hottest, sexiest, most pleasure-filled night she’d ever experienced.
He had talents that far surpassed any other lover she’d had.
