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“Does your family know you’re here and what you’re doing? That you’ve entered into a nefarious engagement?”
He laughed, taking his time to brush his finger down my arm. “They know I’m in California. You will be a lovely surprise for my mother. Perhaps you can even make her smile.”
“I’m sorry about her grief.”
“She’s also worried about certain threats the family received.”
“Threats?”
“Yes, something that occurs on a regular basis, but not normally at a funeral.”
“Oh, my God. How horrible.” No wonder the man was dead set on retaliation. I couldn’t blame him.
“Yes, my sweet. All the ugliness of being a child in our respective families. Now, no more talking.” When he slowly lowered the straps of my sundress, I took a deep breath and held it. Then he allowed gravity to take it to the floor. I didn’t need to be told to kick it away. There was something exquisite about standing outside in heels and nothing else since he’d already stolen my panties.
Kendrick lifted my hair, nipping the side of my neck as I tipped my head to the right. Even the way he raked his teeth across my skin was sexy. When he suddenly backed away, a smile crossed my face. I knew better than to turn around until he commanded me to do so.
The sound of the soles of his Italian loafers added to the rapid beating of my heart. Then I sensed he’d sat down, but not before unfastening his belt. There was no mistaking the sound. I took a few shallow breaths, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning. The goosebumps remained, the light breeze tickling every inch of my skin.
My nipples were rock hard, still aching from the delicious abuse he’d given them the night before. And I had a feeling my bottom remained bright red from the spanking.
“I should hate you.”
“Then tell me exactly how much you hate me, baby. Tell me how much you can’t stand my guts while I’m fucking that tight pussy of yours. Or would you prefer to do so while I’m feasting on your sweet nectar? I’m all ears, excited to hear what you have to say.”
The truth was I should hate him, but he was everything I’d ever wanted. “You’re such a bastard.”
“Which is why we get along so well. Turn around slowly,” he ordered.
I did so, holding my head high. Finding him on one of the outdoor chairs, his trousers pushed past his hips and his cock in his hand made my mouth water. He had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his eyes becoming more hooded than I’d seen them before. Then he beckoned me with the index finger of his other hand.
“Come ride me, princess. I need to fill you with my seed.”
His command was not to be denied, but I didn’t mind teasing him, swaggering closer with small steps. All the while his chest rose and fell, his jaw clenched. I couldn’t take my eyes off the two-day stubble, the light covering adding to his filthy persona. When I was close, he lifted his head, studying me intently.
Then he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down and forcing me to straddle his legs. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own, the tip finding my swollen folds with ease. When he yanked me all the way, filling me completely, I threw my head back, uncaring if everyone on this side of the building heard me.
“Oh, God. Yes.” I bucked hard against him, half laughing from the explosion of vibrations, lights popping across my field of vision.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” He brushed his hands up the length of my back, forcing me into a deep arc. Then he kissed my stomach, issuing several lengthy growls.
I grasped his shoulders, squeezing my knees against him, staring up at the bright blue sky with more than a hint of happiness in my heart. Everything about this moment was perfect.
I rose off his cock until only the tip was inside, teasing him for several seconds as he’d done to me countless times. When he dug his fingers into my hips, yanking me down with purpose, the sound of skin against skin was primal and savage. And I loved it.
During the next few seconds, I rocked him long and hard. This wasn’t about tender passion or making love. There was no foreplay, other than our bantering that kept us both aroused. This was about pure, raw sex, the wicked kind.
Panting, I continued riding him like a wild stallion until I was far too lightheaded to concentrate. We could both sense I was drifting closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come on my cock so I can fill you.”
His commanding voice lingered in my mind like his musky scent did in my system. In those few precious seconds where light and darkness met, where sin and shame no longer troubled me, I let go completely.
Not just physically but emotionally as well.
And there was something else.
I lost a piece of my heart as well.
