Page 56 of Kandie Shoppe

“Yesterday you acted like you didn’t even know me,” I cry, dipping my head into his chest.

“Everything isn’t about you, wildcat.” My head snaps up at his words. Then a cruel smirk spreads across his mouth. “But this? This concerns you.” Moving his thumb, he swirls around my clit. “I’m going to fuck you right here. I don’t give a fuck what I have going on — what a mess you’re stirring up. I told you, you fucked up giving yourself to me. Wider.” Again, I comply to his bossy command. The immediacy with which he rewards me has me gasping. Curling into him, I take the ruthless finger fucking he’s giving me.

“Good fucking girl.” Canting his head down, he watches the way he’s sawing his fingers in and out of my pussy. “Look how she’s creaming on me. Such an obedient, good little pussy. That’s why she gets all my kisses and praise.” His filthy words do exactly what he intends. I can hear the wet sounds as my body gives him the answers he’s demanding of her.

“Ohmygoodness.” Whimpering, I love and hate what he’s doing to me. All but crumbling. I let him hold me, working my shorts down the rest of the way.

I hear more than see him unbuckle and zip down his Levis. Lifting me higher, he presses me against the tree. “Wrap thosethick thighs around me, baby.” No sooner than I do is he lining up and sinking into me.

“Fuck, you got some good ass pussy.” His eyes go half-mast as he presses in deeper, his eyes on me. He watches my face as I take every thick inch of him. He feels so fucking good. I close my eyes, scared I’m going to look crazy because my eyes may cross from the mix of pleasure and pain he’s giving me.

“Uh-uh, let me see you, wildcat. Don’t hide.” Sounding so sexy, he stops until I comply. “There she is. Don’t try to run from me even in this. Keep those eyes on me, darling,” he grunts, driving in to the hilt.

Opening my mouth to draw in a breath, I try to catch on to air as I try to adjust to his massive dick. Leaning in, he takes my mouth in ruthless possession. He makes me suck his tongue. Not to be outdone, I make him take mine in return. Long languid pulls from him have my pussy flooding with pleasure. For long moments he does filthy things to my mouth and just flexes inside. My muscles work in tandem with him milking his thick, muscled length.

He is all slow precision when he withdraws slick with my essence. “Think you can take this dick now, wildcat?”

“Yea—h,” barely getting the word out, I end on a yelp as he slams home. The tree has no give. Hips pistoning with one purpose he plunders every inch of me. Diving into the hollow of my neck, he sucks so hard it almost feels like a bite.

“Turnabout is fair play,” he grunts, fucking deep into me. “You’re trouble, but you’re my trouble.” Hips slamming in a rhythm that has me lifting to each punishing surge, he continues his torment.

“You love this shit.” He pulls back so I can see the piercing blue of his eyes. “Me chasing you, hunting you down.” He sinks deep, his jaw working as he speaks his dirty thoughts aloud. “I thought it was a fluke when I caught you the other time and youwere so wet for me. Now, I know.” Canting his head makes me meet his gaze. “You want me to catch you and fuck and fuck.”

Not willing to admit how thrilling that first time or this one is, I grab his nape, drawing him to me. “We fucking, or are you going to keep the therapy session going?”

A wild, dangerous smile spreads across his face. It’s not a nice one, filled with challenge and a little malice. Hitching my bottom, he angles himself just so. “Definitely fucking.”

If they hear us in the city center, I wouldn’t be surprised. He drives home, hitting my G-spot with every pass coming and going. Tears prickle my eyes.

“Come for me,” he whispers with the same intensity he’s fucking me. Delicious torment tears at me. Leaning in, he licks my tears when they slip down my face into my neck. He fucks me mercilessly, not stopping even when my body seizes, and I cry his name coming so hard on his dick that it feels like a cramp.

Pounding through that orgasm, he takes me higher and higher again until I’m on the precipice again.

“Fuck yeah, look how well you take me, lil mama,” he groans, watching his dick claim me again and again. I can barely see from my vantage point, but what I do see, his thick base soaked with my cream disappearing into me, is enough.

“Kandie,” he growls, his dick kicking just as I clench around him in the throes of another climax. Lifting my face in time to take his descending mouth, I swirl my tongue around his as he groans. His whole body vibrates with the intensity of his release, slamming into me in a discordant rhythm as he chases his climax. I can feel the hot jets of his cum bathing me.

Long moments he holds me pinned against the tree. His breathing is harsh. Mine is almost matching, my breasts rising and calling like a hummingbird’s wings.

Eventually, the sound of the night reaches my ears; grasshoppers singing, the distant sounds of The Shack. Thenight air is a mix of honeysuckle, wild rose, fresh mowed grass, and our sex.

Goosebumps rise on my arms and I feel how sticky with sex and sweat I am. As if sensing how I’m feeling, he rubs the chill from my skin. Easing out of me, he’s quiet as he helps me back into my shorts, working them over my thighs, then buttoning them. After adjusting my bra and shirt, he does his clothes.

“Ready?” he asks. I’m not sure what he means until he adds, “I’m walking you home.”

“You don’t—” I stop when I see the muscle in his jaw ticking like a bomb about to go off.

“C’mon.” Draping a long arm around my shoulder, he leads us down the path out to the main road leading to my bakery.

“You alright?”Ulysses asks, looking over his shoulder down at me as he unlocks my door.

No.

“Yes,” I lie. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me he’s not buying it. He shoves open the door going in ahead of me. I hang back for a second.

I didn’t come back home without him. Instead, I went back to my place at Mama-Pete’s house. The feeling of being violated never abated, but with Ulysses coming by every night after made it possible for me to come back to my loft. He goes over to the new recliner to take off his boots. He brought the overstuffed chair over the day after my cousins painted. It used to be his dad’s. “You can put it to better use than us. Mom and I never sit in it, anyway.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. It is to me. I thought it meant something, and it did until yesterday.

“So, who is it about?” Leaning against the door, I pull my pink cowboy boot off, then the other looking him square in his beautiful face.

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