Page 97 of The Way We Collide

My phone lights up on the counter, and I know I’ll have to reply to the girls soon. I don’t expect the text that’s waiting.

Hendrix

Your husband needs you in the pantry.

Looking around, I see Haddy is in her Pack ‘n Play, squeezing a crinkly book in her hands before ramming it into her mouth. My eyes slide to the pantry, and I walk over to where the door is cracked.

I’ve just pushed it open slightly when a large hand closes over my wrist and pulls me inside the dim space. My back slams against the shelves, and Hendrix covers my mouth with a demanding kiss.

Heat flashes through my body as his lips part mine, his tongue invades, curling ours together, and I exhale a whimper. Our hands are everywhere. He grasps my waist, and I hold his neck so I don’t collapse into a puddle.

“I wanted to do this all morning,” he groans, lifting my shirt and cupping my bare breasts in his hands. “Fuck, you’re so fine.”

“Hendrix…” I whisper, need flashing through mybody as he pulls a hard nipple between his teeth, giving it a suck before turning me to face the shelves. “Oh, God.”

“You can call me God, Pink.” His face is at my neck, and his morning beard ignites my skin. “Hold on. This is going to be hard and fast.”

Another whimper, and my fingers clasp the smooth wooden shelf. He shoves my leggings down, and my heart beats faster. I’m wet and tingling, and I moan when his hand moves between my legs.

He presses something hard and cool against my clit, and I squeal when it begins to vibrate.

“Oh, shit!” I moan as he slides it up and down my pussy.

Wetness spills onto my inner thighs, and I’m about to come.

“Like that?” His voice is rough, but I can’t speak.

His rough kisses and demands already had me on the edge, and now my legs start to tremble. Nodding quickly, a low groan comes from my parted lips, and he takes it away.

“Hendrix!” I wail, aching at the loss.

“Wait for me,” he laughs, and I feel rustling at my backside as he shoves his pants down. His hard cock is against my ass, and he nudges my legs. “Spread ’em.”

My lips part, and I do as he says, my stomach twisting in anticipation. Another loud moan scrapes from my throat as he invades with a hard thrust, sending me onto my toes with the force.

“Fuck…” he groans, wrapping his arm around my chest and pulling me up so he can kiss my neck. “It’s too good.”

His legs bend, and he thrusts harder, faster. I’m so wet as his hand goes between my legs again. The vibrator ignites, and he slides it up and down my clit prompting another loud moan.

“Yes?” he gasps, but I’m too far gone to reply.

My palms press against the wood. I buck my ass against his thick cock, doing my best to take him all the way before I explode from the orgasm twisting tighter and tighter in my core.

His hot body is behind me, and I’m wrapped in his arms.His mouth is at my neck, and he pants, moaning as he chases his own release.

We’re wild and primal, desperate for what’s just within our reach. My knees collapse, and I shudder through the waves of intense pleasure as I come.

Covering his hand, I move the vibrator away from my sensitive clit, and he drops it. He places both hands on my hips, thrusting over and over until he holds.

His body tenses, and he groans as his dick pulses, filling me. Strong arms circle my body, and his mouth is on my neck again, kissing and biting, moving to my jaw as I turn my face to meet his.

Our mouths seal, lips parting, and our tongues curl together. I reach back to thread my fingers in the side of his hair, pulling him closer. His hand braces the shelf in front of my chest, and we make out like insatiable teenagers, biting and gasping.

He pulses once more, groaning into my mouth before moving down to kiss my chin. “Fuck, you make me crazy, Pink.”

We’re both breathing fast, and I press my head against his neck, smiling. “No complaints here.” He always takes good care of me.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since you pulled me in here and kissed my face off.” He takes a step back, pulling out, but he places his hand on my lower back. “Wait.”