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I chuckle at her sudden modesty after she just gave me the best head of my life.
“Nope.”
“Whatever.”
“Look at me, Kennedy.”
She does as she’s told which my dick approves of. It’s stiffening up once again. I know she can feel it.
“If I told you that in three minutes I’m going to toss you on my new mattress, rip your clothes off, eat your pussy until you beg me to stop, then fuck you over and over until you are completely exhausted, does that make you want to run out my bedroom door or does it make your pussy wet?”
Her eyes immediately drop to the floor.
“Eyes back up here.”
She reluctantly raises her eyes back up to me.
God, she’s beautiful.
“Do you have an answer for me?” I smile, knowing full well what the truth is between us.
She stares at the door and then back to me.
“Well?”
She bites the corner of her bottom lip, obviously frightened to say what she wants. Even now after what just happened between us five minutes ago, she’s fighting it. It’s clear that her trust issues run deep but if I didn’t like a challenge, I wouldn’t be one of the most promising hockey players in the country.
She takes a deep breath, which hopefully is helping her ready herself to stand in her truth…and get fucked.
“It makes my pussy wet.”
Without another word between us, I pick Kennedy up. Her small legs wrap around my waist, and she holds onto my neck as I pull her shirt up and off, sending it sailing to the other side of the room.
I toss her on the clean corner of my bed and wipe with both of my arms everything else that was sitting on it from the move.
Fuck it.
I’ll clean it all up later.
Her eyes widen as I unceremoniously unbutton her cut-off shorts and throw them to a corner of the room as well.
Buring my head between her legs, I take a deep whiff of her panty-soaked pussy. It smells delicious, and I bet it tastes just as good.
I rip the bikini briefs on the side and send them to the floor. She won’t need those anymore.
“Give me this pussy,” I growl, pulling her hips toward my mouth with a wolfish force that practically knocks the wind out of her.
I devour her with greedy strokes of my tongue and delicate pulls of her clit and take great pleasure in my technique as her hips gyrate in small circles then buck up to give me more of her.
“Such a greedy girl,” I growl in between her folds.
“Shane, I’m about to come,” she cries, sliding her hands into the crown of my hair.
I lift my head to look at her.
Her jet-black curls are splayed wildly on the bed, her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does now.
“Let me see you fuck,” I tell her in a gritty voice and I slide two of my fingers deep inside her.