Page 18 of Kandie Shoppe

“No.” Shaking her head, she takes a step back until she’s pressed against the bed. “No. I have to take respon-”

I’m on her in seconds. Cupping her face, I tilt her face up to meet my hard gaze. “You don’t have to do anything, wildcat. Hell, we should be thanking you. We should have a statue of you and your sister in the town square.” I kiss her brow, smiling when I hear her little gasp.

“Let me show you my appreciation, princess.” Moving to her eyelids, I press soft kisses to her closed lids. Then her soft, round cheeks.

Pulling back, watching the slow lift of her lids, I prepare to lose myself in those sultry depths.

“Will you let me kiss you?”

A slow smile spreads across her beautiful face. The deep set of her dimples makes me want those to be the first holes of hers I dip my tongue in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, wildcat,” I whisper at her nod.

My mouth claims hers. I make myself be gentle as I slide my tongue over the seam of her lips. She readily opens for me. She tastes like a hint of whiskey and caramel. Delicious. I want to drown in her.

She gasps when I draw her closer, her lush curves pressing against me. Trying not to crush her, I press her closer and closerstill. She melts against me like a popsicle in the hot Alabama sun. I love that shit.

When I slip down to her neck, I inhale vanilla-rose and the delectable musk that is all Kandie Love. Damn if some of my nut doesn’t spill free. I haven’t spilled my seed like that since before I got pussy for the first time, but my little wildcat has a motherfucker about to come all over myself.

Stepping back, I have to catch my breath. “I need a second. It’s been awhile.” I grip my dick to keep from coming, taking mild satisfaction in not being the only one affected by a mere kiss. My mouth kicks up at the little whimper she can’t suppress.

Kandie’s breasts rise and fall with a rapidity of someone running a marathon. I can’t help but admire the way the heavy globes press against the material like they are beckoning me.

“You good?” I ask her, checking in, needing to know if she still wants this as much as I need her.

She nods.

“Nah, wildcat. I need to hear you say you want me. I need to hear you say you want me buried deep inside you until you don’t know where you end and I begin.” It takes everything in me to stand still and wait for her answer.

“I want you, U.” She steps closer getting on her tiptoes. “Always have.”

Getting up on her tiptoes as far as she can reach, which is just to my neck, she pulls the flesh of my neck into her mouth and bites down hard, then sucks on the flesh in a sinful way. My dick is primed, but I stand there and let her do her thing. With agonizing slowness, she moves her mouth across my neck, biting and sucking, devouring me methodically, like she wants to savor me. And damn if I don’t want her to. She’s a biter, but I wonder if she can take as good as she gives.

This little motherfucker is a shepherd of the devil with the way she’s teasing me. In this moment, she could ask me to levelthis whole town and I wouldn’t hesitate. I should be bothered by her power — wonder what kind of hoodoo she embodies, if the stories about these Love women are true, but I can’t bring myself to give a damn. Not when Kandie is loving on me the way she is. Twisting me in knots, a shibari master would be proud of.

Small fingers reach low and in seconds I’m pulling my T-shirt over my head, tossing it to the foot of the bed.

“I like your belt.” Smiling up at me, she unhooks my big cowboy belt buckle. “You know we girls always think y’all are trying to overcompensate with these big ass buckles, but something tells me you ain’t got to compensate for that or your truck.”

Smirking, she pulls it free dropping it with a thunk on the wood floorboards.

The evidence of her words is trying its best to burst out of my pants. I bite back a groan capturing the hand brushing against me.

“Hold up.” Tugging her forward, I take her lips again. Spearing my tongue into the wet depths, I make her take me, suck me as I do the same. The kiss is all-consuming. I inhale her, knowing in that moment she’s imprinted on me in a way that nothing, not time, not death, would ever erase.Mine.In that moment I know that there is nothing truer. Kandie Love is mine.

Her taste, her touch cements that sentiment. Her soft little moans have me pulling the ties of the plaid shirt apart exposing the pretty lace purple bra over her gorgeous titties.

With our height difference, I have to get on my knees to worship her. I’m not a man who begs but I would do that sick shit to taste these pretty motherfuckers. Thankfully, she doesn’t require that tax. In fact, she exhales in thanks when I unsnap them pulling the straps down, allowing them to swing free.

Mesmerized, I watch them bounce a little bit before pressing them together, sucking the hard nipples into my mouth. Vanilla-rose engulfs me. I groan, burying my head between the soft mounds. “Fuuuuck.” I drag the word out. My dick has its own heartbeat at this point. Laving the center, I move to the right, then left kissing, sucking. Overcome with sensation, I even bite, making her gasp. She’s squeezing those thick ass thighs in a way, letting me know she needs me.

“Get on the bed,” I order, my voice sounding almost demonic.

Good thing she doesn’t hesitate. She climbs back until her back is pressed against the pillows. The way she stares at me like she can’t wait to taste every inch of me as I make quick work of my clothes has my heart and dick jumping.

Shucking off my boots and jeans, I stand before her naked, letting her get a full look at my body. I’m not the type to give a fuck about diet and exercise, but the way she takes in my form has me thanking the Most High for my Seal training. I almost preen like one of those thirst trap guys.

“Like what you see, darling?” I can’t help grinning down at her.

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