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A sting in my ear said he’d nipped my lobe. “I’m not asking you to be sorry. Fuck, kitten, I just want to not hurt you, to do what’s best for you. I spent a long time behind a mask, and if that’s the person you want? I can wear it for you, for as long as it makes you happy.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want that, especially not when he put it that way. I’d only thought about myself, about what would be fun to have, not about the reality, not about him at all. Suddenly, the idea of not hearing that snarky, sarcastic voice of his sounded totally unacceptable.
He rested his forehead against the nape of my neck, sighing heavily. “You really are a problem, you know that? Just as fickle as the kitten I call you. Never happy with what you’ve got, always trying to get something else.Fine,I’ll be myself, but when you get tired of that, just tell me. I’m used to my mask—I’ll wear it for you.” He didn’t wait for my response—and didn’t that sound just like the man I knew? He grasped my hips, then turned me, setting my ass on the kitchen counter. His eyes almost glowed, obscured by his red hair that had fallen in front of his face.
Finally.The man I loved, the difficult, stubborn and sarcastic man who didn’t know how to say something sweet if his life depended on it. And seeing him like that, a wicked glint in those dark eyes of his, made me smile.
“You’re smiling?” He chuckled as though I hadn’t fully grasped the situation. “Oh, kitten, I don’t think you’ll be smiling all that long.”
And just like that, I wondered if there couldn’t have been just a little middle ground between the asshole he really was and the sweet man who didn’t want to push me to my limit and past.
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The lingering doubts hadn’t entirely gone, but I’d still chosen to let that false personality slide away. The tortured look in Kenz’s eyes, the way she’d backed away from me—those were the exact things I’d wanted to prevent.
Still, fear gripped me. I’d been rejected my entire life for who I was. I’d been too difficult, too stubborn, too much for people. Even back when I’d been a kid, people hadn’t been willing to accept me. I’d been shuffled from house to house, from foster family to foster family, watching as others got homes but I didn’t.
I’d learned the only way to get along in the world was to become who I had to be, who people really wanted. I’d learned that the world found my true personality unacceptable.
However, I stood here at the edge of a rope bridge suspended over a massive chasm. I could stay there, on the solid ground I knew, or I could risk everything and venture onto the bridge.
One look at Kenz gave me the courage to take that first step onto unsteady ground.
I caught her chin and leaned in, taking her lips in a kiss that I didn’t ease into at all. Easing in, coaxing, those things were from that fake version of me. The real me was demanding and rough, it enjoyed seeing that hesitation in her eyes, the uncertainty.
However, she kissed me back just as eagerly, accepting even this part of me without reservation. I moved forward, her thighs parting around my hips so I fit in that heavenly space between. She tilted her head and licked against my lips, like a shy little request for me to part, and maybe I was feeling generous because I did so. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, teasing me with tentative little strokes.
Those drove me crazy, especially when she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. How many times had I been pushed away in my life, yet here Kenz was, accepting me entirely, wanting more.
It was a heady feeling, and before I knew what I was doing, what I planned, I wrapped her legs around my waist and slid her off the counter. Her ass fit perfectly in my hands, and I didn’t stop myself from squeezing as I carried her.
She held on tight to me, not pulling away, just trusting me to carry her, not seeming to care where I took her. That level of trust made me never want to break it, never want to lose this with her.
I took her to the living room—the bedrooms werewaytoo far away and I lacked the patience to traverse the steps.
I wanted Kenznow.
So I dropped down onto the couch, keeping her in my lap. It lifted her up so her face was above mine, her knees pressing into the cushions on the side of me.
“You’re in those little shorts again,” I whispered to her as I ran my palms over her hips and the outsides of her thighs. “Those things drive me crazy. Every time I see you in them, I think about how wet and tight your pussy is and how easy they make it to get into you.”
Her cheeks turned that pretty pink that made my cock twitch in response. Her embarrassed really was a thing of beauty. I wanted to push her more, to see how that shame covered her, to draw it out of her and get her to accept everything I wanted to give her.
I moved the fingers of one hand up her inner thigh, then slipped past her shorts as I had before. How was it that her cunt could already feel so familiar? It was tight and wet and so hot that I felt as though it could burn me. She tightened around my fingers as I pushed two into her, her body accepting them.
She rose slightly, as if to get away, but I gripped her hip with my free hand to hold her still.
“Take it, kitten,” I told her, not looking away, giving her nowhere to hide or lessen this connection between us. Staring into her pretty brown eyes as I delved my fingers into her felt oddly intimate, like we were in a moment between just the two of us. Often sex was frantic, passionate and rough, and somehow locking gazes as I filled her fed a part of me that craved connection.
When my hand pressed against her mound, when I couldn’t sink any more into her, I groaned at the sensation. “Good girl. Do you think about what it’d feel like for me to really fill you? For me to spread that pretty cunt of yours with my cock?”
She took her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and nodded.
I wanted to kiss her, to leave bite marks and hickies all over her skin, but I refused to break the eye contact. I wanted her looking right at me as she came, to not let her escape this closeness.
“I can’t believe how lewd you are,” I said. “For a virgin, you sure heat up nicely. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a hedonist who’d done this plenty of times.” I withdrew my fingers, then plunged them back into her, fucking her slow and deep and hard while ensuring the heel of my palm rubbed against her clit.
Instead of trying to get away, Kenz had surrendered to me, to the moment. Now she lifted her hips and sank back down, almost looking as if she rode my cock instead of my fingers.
