Page 25 of Kandie Shoppe

“Ohmygoodness, U.” Whimpering, I pull him down, taking his lips.

The hint of my caramel cake still lingers on his lips. His tongue is even sweeter. Delving into the depths, I explore him with languid strokes, giving him me in return. He is delicious. Dreams and nightmares cannot compare to reality.

Angling my neck, he positions me so he can take command. Again and again, he spears his tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t deny him if I wished. His dominance permeates the encounter as he starts fucking my mouth, making me suck his tongue as he consumes mine in long pulls. Teasing me, he makes me pull him close for more, letting me take as much as I can until I pull back, panting.

There is no reprieve. He moves lower, peppering kisses and bites along my neck. I know he’s marking me as his and I can’t bring myself to complain. He thinks to ruin me for any other man, not realizing he did that a long time ago.

Pulling my dress down, he looks at my lace bra and the way my nipples press against the fabric. Looking down, I watch him covering one with his mouth while he pinches the other with a steady, almost painful pressure that makes my kitty flood.

“Damn girl, I can feel your pussy begging to be filled up,” he says right before pulling back to rake his tongue over the distended bud. This man is diabolical moving to the other, giving my second breast the same treatment.

“Damn, U.” Gripping his head, I draw him closer, keeping him right where I need him. He knows what he’s doing. He has me squirming now.

Instead of releasing them from their lace prison, he moves lower, kissing the softness of my belly. He buries his face inthe dips and folds of my flesh, licking and inhaling as if I’m his favorite treat.

The lower he goes, the more apprehension seeps in. The first blush of desire fades and my mind starts working. Memories flood of what I faced the last time he loved me and left. I can feel myself starting to spiral. My hand grips the duvet. I swallow, trying to stay in the moment, but the more I try, the more elusive it becomes.

“Kandice.” His words, though soft, cut through like the precision of a perfectly applied buttercream.

“We can stop.” He stills. “You said you had company coming.” He starts to pull back. Anger with resolve licking on its heel plays on every hard ridge of his face. His taunt skin pulls tight as he makes to move away.

“There’s not.” Reaching for his arm, I stop him, not caring that I’m giving up my way out. “I just said that to make you mad.”

Leaning down, he presses his forehead against mine. He presses hard. “You did.” He nips my top lip, making it sting.

Lifting up, he regards me with hard eyes. “If we do this, then we do this, and you’re not fucking anyone else while I’m with you.”

Inhaling, I take in a hint of caramel and sugar cane. Why does he smell like the Shelby sugar cane fields?

“Wildcat?” Making myself focus on his words, I frown and he frowns back.

“Why is it just me not fucking anyone? What about you?” I demand, pushing his chest, though he doesn’t budge.

“That goes without saying.” He’s dead serious. I believe him. I don’t like his assumptions, but I hold myself in check, knowing I worked to make that assumption true.

Carefree. Free loving. Never a threat. Unbothered and busy baking the best treats in town. And the hottest tea straight from the Shelby-Love streets. That’s Kandie Love.

Gaze locked on mine, his hand moves between us, snaking down until he reaches the hem of my dress. Slowly, he drags it up. Cool air touches my drenched flesh right before he pulls back to look between us.

“Still not wearing panties?” The question drifts between us with an ominous thread. I don’t answer.

“So you were skinning and grinning with that little pastor and all the men at the church today with your pussy out?”

In one swift move, he’s face to face with my sugar cake. He trains his gaze on her like a long-lost friend.

“She’s wet for me, though, right?” Dragging a long, tapered finger between my lips, he opens me further. “I’m the one she longs for, aren’t I?” His whispered breath brushes against me, causing all kinds of naughty sensations to emanate from the most secret place on my body.

Slipping the same long finger inside of me, he presses a kiss right behind it. “You know no one else is going to cherish her the way she deserves. Fuck you’re tight.” He groans slowly, working his finger into my tight sheath.

“Why you so quiet? You had so much mouth before?” he teases, his eyes flicking between me and the work he’s putting in on my pussy. I’m just trying to enjoy myself, sir, and not have a meltdown at the same time, but I can’t say that because it will lead to more talking about things neither of us is ready to hear.

“Open some more for me,” he says, nudging me with his shoulders.

Complying, I whimper, feeling the delicious burn as he works his finger inside. “I bet you can take one more.” I quiver when he adds another.

“Damn, girl,” he curses. “So fucking snug. Never forgot this grip, but reality is so much better. Look at the way your clit buds.” Leaning forward, his mouth covers me, sucking in deep drags while swirling his tongue at the same time. If it was his intention to ruin me, he’s more than accomplishing his goal.

Arching into his mouth, I grind against his tongue. My body is so primed and ready for his touch — his claiming. The pressure builds so fast I’m insensate. I need this so badly.

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