Page 37 of Kandie Shoppe

In seconds his big body is crowding mine. He wedges himself between my thighs. Incredibly, even after all that, I make more room for him opening wider.

“I know it’s me. I know what’s mine.” Dipping his head, he buries his face in my neck. Sucking hard, he pulls my flesh into his mouth, marking me, claiming me. His dick throbs so hard against me. My traitorous body and my hoe ass pussy welcome him by melting further.

Mad with myself, I wiggle my arm free, snatching at his curls. Releasing me, he pulls back. Triumph lights his eyes. Maybe that’s what makes the decision, because it certainly isn’t a conscious thought in my head when I haul back and slap that smug ass look off his face.

Lightning fast on its heels just as his fair skin blooms peach under his tan from my attack, his hand is on my throat. It’s a warning. He’s not squeezing, but I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to.

“Get. Out,” I grit.

“Let’s get one motherfucking thing straight. I will never hit you in anger — ever.” He shakes me for emphasis. “Never.” He squeezes the point home. “Never fucking put your hands on me in anger.” His eyes are blazing. There are so many demons behind his eyes, it makes my heart stutter. He is on edge, so triggered by my actions. Dropping my hands, I stop struggling. “Don’t. Don’t ever — do you understand me, wildcat?” He’s on top of me, the dominant one, outweighing me by at least ahundred pounds, could break me if he chooses too, but he’s pleading with me.

“I won’t,” I eek out.

Touching his forehead to mine, he demands in a whisper, “Promise me, Kandie. I don’t want to ever hurt you.”

“I promise, U.” Cupping his strong jaw, I turn into his still bent head, kissing his cheek. “I promise.”

Somehow, our mouths meet. The kiss is sweet. An apology from me, a little forgiveness from him when we tangle. We’re making his lip bleed again, but neither of us care as we sup on sorries and forgiveness. Mouths lingering for long moments. It’s like we are cherishing each other. Trying to get back all the missed kisses over the years.

Pulling back, his blue gaze eats me up as he takes in my face. “So pretty.” His lips press in again, taking mine, his tongue still tinged with blood as he sweeps into my mouth making it his. His tongue takes in a commanding dance, a fight, settling in for a long fucking. He devours me.

My pussy clenches and I can’t help but grinding my neediness against his hardness. He feels so dang good. He moves with me, meeting me in the delicious rhythm, rubbing his heavy dick against my sensitive flesh.

I’m so caught up. “Ohmygoodness,” I gasp when the orgasm takes me by surprise. I guess being ready from my shower made it short work.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive, wildcat,” he praises right before he slides lower, pulling my legs over his shoulders.

“I’m not passing up this deliciousness. Your pussy smells so good,” he groans, licking deep between my lips.

“Look at me while I eat your pretty pussy, wildcat,” he orders, dipping his head between my legs again. Tongue swirling between my soft lips, he flicks my clit with meticulous precision. “Taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against my flesh, sendingshivers up my spine. He lavishes my pussy with pleasure and praise, licking and laving every inch of me, leaving none of me neglected.

Lifting my legs higher, he mercilessly tongue fucks me, taking out all his aggression as he spears inside of me over and over, making me quake on the verge of pleasure. I’m so close, embarrassingly close when I just came what feels like seconds ago.

“She’s such a greedy girl.” He pulls back eyes on me, patting me in a steady rhythm with increasing pressure until a loud smack has me squirming.

“Remember I said I will never touch you in anger?” he demands with authority. He gives me another stinging smack when I don’t answer fast enough.

“Yes.” Panting, twisting, I nod. The word is more of a gasp.

“I didn’t say anything about not punishing this tight little pussy when you act up, did I?’ He smacks my mound for emphasis.

“No—” The words trail into a keening cry as he increases the tempo and the force until I am thrumming with need. Heat settles deep into my kittykat. Wet sounds meet his hand as he spanks my pussy with a ruthlessness that has me arching and pulling back at the same time as my body can’t decide whether it wants more.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going, wildcat?” he teases with taunting cruelty as he lays a smack right on my clit and lips. “Talking all that shit then having the nerve to slap a motherfucker full on the face like you somebody bad.”

Again and again he smacks, sending me over the edge. My tummy cramps from the intensity as I come. He catches the little squirt of liquid, sweeping it over me in fast butterfly movements right before dipping his head and licking me clean.

Shocks of pleasure engulf me as my climax crests over and over from the diabolical way he consumes me. It is absolutely magical. I don’t just see stars. I feel like I’m floating through the universe.

Eventually, his movements slow as my orgasm subsides. I hear rather than see him shucking off his clothes. Then warm flesh is covering mine. Heat and spice surround me just as he does. He pushes in. I welcome the delicious twinge of pain because it immediately assuages the deeper ache his tongue and fingers couldn’t.

“Look at me.” Peeling my eyes open, my breath catches. His face is hard, his eyes cold, his big heavy hand covers my throat, holding me still. “If you don’t want to be the cause of a drop in the male population around here, I suggest you stop playing in my fucking face about entertaining other men.”

Holding my gaze, he withdraws loosening his grip. Squeezing slowly, he pushes back in. Captivated by the desire blooming in his eyes as he thrusts inside, I open my legs wider, arching into the lovely painful pleasure of his big ass dick finding its home in me.

“Ohmygoodness.” My head falls back into his tightening grip as he bottoms out. I feel so full. His grip tightens. “Do you hear me, wildcat?” Nipping my lips, he growls.

Looking at him defiantly, I lean into it, taking his bitten lip into my mouth, sucking the cut I bit into him earlier. Pulling back, I let a wild smile spread across my face, knowing it’s going to make him go crazy when I refuse to answer him.

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