Page 28 of Son of a Preacher Man

There.

There.

There.

Yes, right fucking there.

Her gaze focused on those hypnotic greens, he hit the spot again and again until her vision went black. A myriad of colors burst behind closed lids and her jaw went slack, his cum bathing her insides. Out of air, her body crumpling, he kissed the life back into her.

Because he wasn’t done.

Kodiak turned her over, and with strong hands bracing her belly, the small of her back, he held her still. She listened to the groans from between her legs as he feasted on the mess they’d made together. His tongue dragged through her swollen pussy, up the split of her ass, lingering at the forbidden place where no one had ever been.

She whimpered.

Chuckling low, his teeth sank into her flesh, and with a parting lick, Kodiak nudged her onto her knees, placing her hands on the headboard. Kissing her nape, his chest grazed her back, rich chocolate tickling her skin. He notched his dick to her cunt that still throbbed, then anchoring his hands on the wood rail beside hers, slammed himself inside.

Ooff.

The solid power of a single thrust forcing the air from her lungs, she couldn’t make a sound. Glancing back at him, her fingers curled around his bicep. The intensity of his gaze tore through her, along with his cock. And in that moment, Kelly knew she’d never be that girl again.

This. Man.

Sweeping her hair to the side, lips pressed to her temple, he fucked her. Heavy breaths. Fingers clenching her throat, Kodiak kissed her crown. “My queen.” Pulling her head back, his mouth found hers. All-consuming. Voracious. Primal.

With every kiss, every caress, every solid thrust from behind, he changed her.

They fucked for hours. Kelly couldn’t say how many, but right now she’d happily stay in this bed with him forever. Replete. Satiated in a room that smelled of sex, she languidly traced the ridges of muscle lying beneath his skin.

Reaching over her to the night table, he kissed her brow. Kodiak settled back into the pillows, and draping his arm around her, pulled her snugly against him. He drew on the pen, holding the vapor in his lungs. Glancing down at her, he slowly released it. “Want some?”

“No, thanks.” Not that she was at all opposed to it. “Just makes me sleepy…and hungry.”

“Pretty sure I can keep you up, Snicks.” Kodiak took another hit, and shotgunning the vapor into her mouth, he kissed her. “And I like you hungry.”

“Uh-huh.” She giggled, playing with his beard. “I just never understood what everyone else seems to get out of it.”

Sucking off his pen, he shrugged. “My shrink gave me a script.”

“For what?”

“Stress.” He exhaled. “PTSD.”

“From the army?” Kelly asked, stroking his beautiful hair. “Were you deployed?”

“No.” He snickered, tossing the pen to his side. “The army was my escape, my refuge.”

“From what then?”

“Hell.”

Jesus, what on Earth could that mean? As much as Kelly wanted to know, she was almost too afraid to ask. Searching his eyes for the answer, she tenderly kissed his lips.

“I can tell you all about Hell.” Fingers absently strummed through her hair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “And whatever you’re imagining, it’s worse.”

“You can talk to me…if you want to, that is,” she added, treadling lightly. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Is that what we are, Kelly?” Turning his gaze toward her, he squeezed her pussy. “I promise I’ll tell you everything, and it’s a lot. But not today, okay?”

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