Page 22 of The Last Key (Baker Girls #2)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DEVON
“God, you were sexy tonight,” I mutter, kissing Kennedy’s neck the second she joins me in bed.
“Was I?”
I lift my lips off her neck and look at her.
“Hell yes. You were happy, full of life, and charming everyone. You’re a natural people person, and there’s nothing sexier than seeing you in your element. Not to mention you getting up and reading that chapter with Justin. Wasn’t even a sex scene, but hell, it turned me on.”
“Me flirting with Justin gets you off? Maybe we should have him join us tonight,” she teases.
Shaking my head, I pin her to the bed and crawl on top of her.
“Mm. I don’t think so.” Dipping my head down, I run my lips up her neck. “You’re mine, remember? All mine. Or do I need to remind you?”
“All yours? Hm. I’m not sure I recall signing up for that. ”
Heat floods my body and my dick springs to life. The challenge in her voice sets me off, and I’m ready to play.
In a quick motion, I climb off her, then flip her over, pinning her to the bed again. Before I get started, I lean down and whisper in her ear. “You okay?”
She nods. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”
“Good,” I breathe, then I sit back on my heels and rub my hand over her ass, feeling the warmth of her skin before lifting my hand and spanking her.
A soft cry of pain mixed with pleasure spills out of her mouth.
Grabbing a wrist in each hand, I pin her arms behind her back, holding both wrists with one hand as I slap her ass again, a little harder this time.
“You don’t remember who you belong to? Good girls remember.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be good.”
Taking a fist full of her hair, I turn her head to the side. “So you want to be fucked like a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she hisses, wiggling her ass toward me.
My girl likes a little roleplaying. I could get used to this. I’ve had fantasies, but never been with anyone long enough to want to explore them. With Kennedy, I want to try it all.
Backing up, I grab her thighs and push them forward so her ass lifts into the air, then lie flat on my back and slide my head between her legs, lifting them so she’s sitting on my face.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as I lick up her center.
Holding her thighs, I eat her sweet pussy like it’s my last meal. Every moan is an ego boost. Every gasp of pleasure and trembling muscle urges me on. She moves with my tongue, riding my face until she’s so close every muscle in her body has tightened up.
That’s when I stop licking, softly kiss her clit, and slide out from under her.
“Wha—what are you doing?” she whines.
“You think you get to come? Bad girls don’t get to come until I say. ”
She lets out an exasperated groan.
I smack her ass again. “That’s your incentive to be a good girl,” I whisper.
Pushing onto my knees, I kneel behind her and grab her hips. Lining up at her center, I thrust into her, going as deep as I can.
“Ah!”
“Still good?” I whisper.
“Mhm,” she whimpers.
Smiling to myself, I say, “Good. Grab that headboard so I can fuck you properly.”
With deep breaths, she pushes up on trembling arms, then grabs the headboard.
I go deep again, then hold her in place as I fuck her with hard, punishing strokes. Her cries of pleasure and pain urge me on, and I go faster, harder until her walls tighten around me. Using all the self-control in my body, I pull out and sit back.
She groans in frustration.
“Not yet.”
Leaning forward again, I run my hands up her arms, kissing her neck as I lift her hands off the headboard.
I rub my palms across her stomach, then up to her breasts, squeezing them firmly as her head drops back against my shoulder. I rock my cock against her ass, giving me some minor relief.
She moans again, and I sink my teeth into her neck. I pull away slowly, tugging on her skin. Then I spin her around and toss her on her back so she’s lying beneath me. Her dripping pussy makes my cock ache.
Slowly, I drag my hand up her stomach and chest until I’m at her neck. I raise an eyebrow and she gives a slight nod, so I wrap my hand around her neck at the same time I thrust my cock into her as hard as I can.
She whimpers and digs her fingernails into my back while pressing her heels into my ass, begging for more.
Pressing my hand against her throat, I pump in and out fast and hard. With my other hand, I tease her clit, getting as close to it as I can without touching it.
“Please…”
“Are you ready to behave?”
“Yes. Yes. Just please… let me come.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she cries.
“Say my fucking name, Kennedy.”
“Devon! Oh…” I slide my thumb over her clit and rub a circle around it.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Yes, yes. Devon…” she whimpers, fisting the sheets as I drive into her and rub her clit until she erupts, her gorgeous body shaking beneath mine.
Her eyes roll back as she lets out a choked breath, and I can’t hold back anymore.
“Kend… oh, fuck, baby. You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight. Perfect.” I kiss her neck as I fill her up.
“Does that mean I’m a good girl again?” she purrs.
“You’re perfect,” I say breathlessly, collapsing next to her and wrapping her in my arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too. I don’t want to leave tomorrow.”
“I know. But you’ve got to shoot your shot, babe.”
“You just shot yours,” she teases.
I shut her up with a kiss. “Didn’t hear any complaining.”
“Only bad girls would do something like that.” She kisses my nose, then winks at me and climbs out of the bed, swaying her hips as she walks to the bathroom.
I don’t want her to leave tomorrow, either. Even a night without her feels like too long, but I push the thought away, refusing to let anything ruin how incredible tonight has been.
A few minutes later, she’s nestled in my arms as we both drift off to sleep.