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“West,” she breathes.
Her saying my name is like the first call of the game. I speed up my strokes, watching her stare down at me. She wraps her hand over mine, slowing my movements to a steady, nut-busting pace. “Did you bring a condom?”
I swallow, the dry thickness in my throat too much. All I can do is nod.
“In your shorts?” she asks.
I nod again, and she reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me before backing away and retreating to the side of the small pool. She finds the foil there.
“Are you sure?” I manage to ask as she approaches me.
The tips of her cheeks turn pink when she smiles. Her hand finds mine again, helping me guide my fist up and down my cock. With her other hand, she passes over the condom, and I use my teeth to rip it open. Rolling it over my length is the easy part. From then on, my mind blanks out.
I grip her hips, yanking her up my torso until she settles around my waist. My cock slides across her stomach while I peel away the cup of her bra and nudge her tit into my mouth. I flick my tongue over her nipple, making goosebumps sprout across her skin. Her nub hardens against my tongue as I lave it with kisses, sucking it into my mouth and listening to her breathe out in heavy, pleasureful sighs.
She creates space between us, fisting my cock and angling it toward her center. I nudge her there, my dick sliding into yielding flesh.
“West, I need you inside me.”
I rock into her, using the head of my cock to work over her clit. I need her as ready as possible to accept me. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Please,” she begs.
“I need you wet, baby.”
“I’m fucking dripping,” she grinds out.
Fuck.She tips her hips in just a way that I slide in. Only the tip at first, and then I drive inside her in short strokes.
Her eyes widen with each inch she takes. “Fuck, West…”
“I know. Almost there.”
She hasn’t taken nearly half of me yet, and as much as I want to drive my dick home, I can’t.
It’s the best torture.
Kenna rocks with me, meeting me stroke for stroke. The last inch, she pushes forward. Her head flies back, her fingertips digging into my shoulders, and I feel her shudder around me. “West!”
I hold her steady, letting her do what she needs to grind out more pleasure. When she settles her head against my neck, I realize I’ve been holding my breath, and I let it out in awhoosh.
“I…” she breathes.
“I just… Oh,” she moans. “You hit just the right spot.”
I start to move again, slowly at first, then lengthening my strokes. “This one?” I ask, sliding in to the hilt.
A cry flies from her lips, her pussy squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable. “Mm-hmm,” she groans. Her hands find purchase on my shoulders, and she pushes away to look at me. We’re even right now, forehead to forehead, lips to lips. Her breasts against my chest. “Does it feel good?” Uncertainty flutters her eyes closed as she circles her hips, my cock at her mercy.
My heart pounds. “It feels fucking amazing.”
“Show me,” she urges.
I don’t want to hurt her, but her eyes are so pleading.
She reaches around her back, unclasping her bra and dropping it in the water so her bare tits are squished against me. “Take me.”
All restraint leaves. I brace her ass with my hands and drive inside her until she’s practically bouncing on my cock. Guttural moans escape my throat, and in her smile, I see the uncertainty fade away.