Page 75 of Kandie Shoppe

“I said thanks,” murmuring I kiss the spot beaded with moisture again, following with a quick nip of his flesh.

“The fuck you doing?” He turns. I guess the question is rhetorical because his dick is already answering. His eyes bore into me with questions and worry. “Are you still bleeding?”

“No.” I smirk, dropping little kisses and bites over his broad chest. His muscles jump each time and it brings a wicked smile to my lips. Leaning in right under his right pec, I sink my teeth into his flesh. He stiffens and his dick kicks high against my tummy, sending a thrill straight to my kittykat.

I lick the spot, then suck the flesh into my mouth. He groans, holding my head against him. Leaning back, I look at my handy work, unable to hide the smile of pride spreading across my face when I see the big bruise there. “Miss me?”

His eyes are like an artic storm when I meet them.

“Fuck yeah. Every damn day, wildcat.” His big hand caresses my cheek. His thumb slides down, pushing past my lips. “You know I’m going to have to punish you, right?”

Nodding, then wrapping my mouth around the intrusion, I suck long and hard before digging my teeth into the pad of his meaty flesh. Another groan accompanies him, shoving his thumb in deep until he reaches the back of my throat. Testing me, he repeats the motion a few more times. “On your fucking knees, wildcat.”

Slipping down to the floor, I drag the towel for a little comfort. Rising high on my knees, I arch until I’m eye levelwith his dick. Dipping my head, I cover his sac into my mouth. Sucking him, I dance the globes on my tongue, releasing him with a pop. I go back in, taking him back into my mouth. Spreading his thighs, he allows me free rein to pleasure him. Taking my time, I savor him, loving the fresh delicious taste of him. Fresh, clean, and a hint of citrus. My eyes burn a little at what I denied him, denied us.

Pulling free, I look up at him. “I’m ready to learn my lesson.”

Face hardening, he grips my messy bun in one big fist. “Open your fucking mouth.”

No sooner than I comply does he push his massive length to the back of my throat. “Take all this motherfucker, lil mama.” I do my best when he presses back until he finds his home in the back of my throat.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, holding me steady, pressing deeper and deeper into my throat. “Breathe through that shit,” he growls. Tears spill down my face and a tight knot coils low in my pussy as I relax around him. Grip relentless. Hold merciless, he makes me take as much of him as I can. He feeds me his dick again and again. Wetness slicks my thighs as he fucks my face, bottoming into my throat.

“Look at her cry.” Hips pistoning, he grinds in and out of my mouth. He uses my mouth like it’s his own little fuck toy.

“Take this motherfucker you made wait. Take it down that messy ass little mouth.” His hips flex hard as his essence pours over my tongue. Dick kicking, he demands, “Take all my come. Don’t waste any of it.”

Swallowing rope after rope, an unhinged kind of happiness fills me when he grunts his approval. “Good girl.”

Seconds later, I’m being lifted and thrown over his shoulder. Holding me steady with one heavy hand covering most of one bottom cheek, he strides into the main space of the loft dumping me squarely onto the down comforter.

“Uh-uh, stay like I put you,” he commands, crowding behind me. Looking over my shoulder, our gazes meet for a brief second before his head disappears between my ass cheeks. His mouth covers my pussy from the back.

“Fuck,” I near scream, feeling his hot mouth missing no part of me. His tongue laps over my pussy lips before dipping and swirling into my hole. He tongue fucks me like it’s his ministry. He worships me. Arching into his mouth, I fuck his face just as he did mine. My eyes roll as pleasure ripples through me. Tongue fucking and flicking my clit is like a mission for him. My tummy drops every time he brings me close, only to pull back at the last moment, denying me what I need.

“U, please,” I cry after the fifth time he denies my orgasm.

“Nah, wildcat.” Rising, he slaps my ass hard, sending a fire straight to my spot. I shudder as the tendril of orgasmic bliss makes me shatter. “You denied us for months.” Another toe-curling smack. “You ran and hid this pussy from me.” Another. “Hid yourself.” Smack. “I searched the state.” Smack. “All the way to your cousins in New York.” Smack. I gasp in surprise. I can’t imagine what FADE thought of a Shelby coming to his compound. Hearing my response, he falls silent. Spreading my cheeks, he dips a finger into my pussy. Adding another, he presses a kiss to the top of my crease, his fingers working inside me. My muscles clench around him when he drags them free. “I promised myself this ass when I found you,” he whispers against my flesh, easing one finger inside me, slowly pumping.

Licking from seam to rosette, he finger fucks my ass. I’m breathless, scared, and filled with anticipation.

Rising, he lines up with my pussy, pressing the head into my tightness. “You better be glad. She still needs training.” Grumbling, he keeps working me as his dick splits me open with ruthless precision.

My mouth is open, no sound emits, as I can do nothing but take what he’s giving me. I feel every inch, every ridge of his hardness driving into me. I can feel him in my damn chest. He’s almost mean with it, giving no quarter, barely a chance to catch my breath.

“You know this is what you deserve, don’t you, wildcat? You know me ramming this dick in your hot little pussy is exactly what a little cumslut like you deserves?” he grits. The pressure of his invasion is so intense my toes curl. Back arching, I can’t help taking as much of him as I can. Simultaneously, he fucks both holes, driving into me with a brutal relentlessness. Burying my face into the counterpane, I let him put me through my paces. His dick is punishing in its demand to wring pleasure.

“U—” Reaching back, I try to hold him off.

Grabbing my arm, he holds it against my back. “Shut the fuck up and take this dick, wildcat. I don’t want to hear shit from you, but yes, fuck me. You got that?” Holding me, he slams his hips into my flesh, more heavy slaps make my ass jiggle as he finger fucks my ass at the same time.

I feel myself coming despite his mean words. Muscles spasming almost to a painful degree, I see stars as he pounds inside me. My essence gushes all over us as I come.

“Fuck yeah, baby, squirt on this motherfucker. You gone lick that shit up too.” Riding me through my orgasm, he waits, his breath heaving. Easing out of me, he turns me around to face him.

“Clean your mess up.” His eyes are chips of ice. Hand trembling, I take his dick, licking it clean. “All of it,” he says. Grabbing my hair, he moves me lower, making me lick every drop from his sac and thighs before moving me to his lower abs. “Such a good little fuck toy,” he growls, shoving me back on the bed.

Kneeling before me, he pushes my thighs up and knees over my head. Stradling me with my knees literally over my head, he slowly glides the head of his dick into my soaked pussy. The sounds would be embarrassing if I cared about anything other than how full I feel as his dick fills up every inch of me.

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