Page 9 of Too Far

He bites down on his bottom lip, tracking my every move as I grab the hem of my Crusader’s T-shirt and lift it over my head.

His deep brown eyes go molten as I drop the shirt to the floor, because rather than standing in front of him wearing a bra and panties, I’m completely bare.

He strides across the bathroom, and he doesn’t stop until he’s got me backed up against the wall. With his head dipped low, he runs his nose along my throat, then licks a path up to my ear.

“I won’t. But I knew that’d get you in here and out of your head,” he teases, nipping at me. Grasping both wrists, he guides them up and pins them above my head. “Now be a good girl and let me lick your cunt. I want to taste you. I need a reminder of exactly why I did it.”

He drops to his knees as his fingers trail over my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, leaving hot tingles of arousal in their wake.

With both hands on my thighs to steady me, he encourages my legs apart and holds me open.

“Fucking perfect pussy,” he whispers, his attention fixed on my core. Then he’s diving in, sweeping his tongue over the entire length of my slit, and locking his lips around my clit and sucking. Hard.

“Fuck, K.” I writhe against the wall, gripping his shoulders for balance.

He groans against me. “How does someone so sassy taste so fucking sweet?”

“More,” I whimper, thrusting desperately against the hold he has on my hips.

In response, he sucks me into his mouth again, channeling all my focus to that one perfect pleasure point.

Arousal drips down my inner thigh.

“That’s mine,” he growls, licking me from mid-thigh all the way back up to my pussy. “Don’t you dare waste a drop of this, Mama.”

It’s all I can do to keep my knees from buckling.

He pierces me with his tongue, then follows with relentless thrusts that are as ravenous and frantic as I feel. Each time he dips inside me, I only grow needier.

I want him deeper. I want to be fuller. I just want him.

More of him now. More of him always.

“Kendrick, please,” I pant, digging my fingertips into the base of his skull.

“I know what you need, Mama. Come on my tongue, then I’ll fill you up like you want.”

He flicks my clit again, over and over, in rapid succession, then seals his mouth around the bundle of nerves and sucks.

I’m flying. I’m falling. I’m at the mercy of this man who’s sacrificed so much for me.

My orgasm rips through me, forcing a scream from somewhere deep inside. Desperate, lost to the pleasure, I squirm against the wall as I release him and pinch my nipples. The intensity of his passion—the fire about to hit a boiling point between us—is everything.

It’s everything, and it’s consuming, and it’s so fucking satisfying. But it’s still not enough.

He’s on his feet a second later, scooping me up, entering the shower, and pushing my back against the wet tiles as water streams from the dual showerheads.

One hand brushes down my body, between my breasts, to cup my sex. Squeezing, he kisses me, then pulls back slightly, his eyes still full of fire but his expression serious. “Can I come inside you, Mama?”

I swear my pussy clenches in response, and I practically swoon. He knows I have the implant, but he asked for consent anyway.

“You better,” I reply, tipping my head back so he’s forced to look at me. “Fucking claim me, K.”

Without breaking eye contact, he grunts and lines himself up. In one single motion, he pushes in and fills me to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I pant, gripping his neck tighter. “You feel so fucking good.”

He thrusts up once, watching me.