Page 67 of Kandie Shoppe

“You think I won’t protect you?” he says against my ear before turning me to meet his heated stare. Blue fire meets my gaze. There’s a myriad of emotions tangled with the depths. I don’t have time to puzzle out what’s going on with him. I have my own stuff to work out. Like why I keep letting him twist me in knots. He doesn’t deserve me.

“You were going to kill me for Angel. You fucked me to keep me under your thumb. You never wanted me. You did it to keep your trafficking scheme going.” My words are like hard slaps to my own face. They hurt to say. Yet he has the nerve to look at me like he’s hurt now that I’m calling him the dirtiest liar.

“Say that stupid shit again,” he dares me. “Say I used you one more fucking time. Say I never wanted you. Used you. And I will. G’head say that shit again, Kandice Love.” Using my whole government name does not intimidate me one fucking bit.

“You did it.” Reckless is my best friend and we ride hard together. So, I say it adding, “You’re a greedy ass coward but a good fuck.” I shrug, proud I was able to get the words out without choking.

His head falls back with a mirthless laugh just as the first warm drops of rain start to fall. The tendons of this neck stand out and he looks like an avenging demigod raising his face to the heavens in defiance of the fate.

When he looks down at me, all emotion is wiped from his savagely beautiful face. Retribution, maybe even the urge to kill, shines in his eyes. His face hardens the more he looks at me.

“Let’s not make a liar out of you then, yeah?” Ravaging words as he pushes me to my knees. “I’ll use this reckless ass mouth of yours, then wreck your pussy.”

Grabbing my hair at the nape of my neck, he forces my head back. With his other hand, he releases his dick from his joggers. He taps his dick on my lips. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Eyes trained on me, he waits me out. I open. He thrusts all the way to the back of my throat.

Inhaling, I try to take as much of him as I can. Pushing past my endurance, he makes me gag. “Fuucck,” he groans, withdrawing only to return with a quick snap of his hips. “I see I need to do this more often to keep you from running off that mouth.” He fucks my face with a ruthlessness like he never has before. There is an edge to him that has never been before. I barely have time to breathe before he uses my mouth. He thrusts back, holding me in place. My coochie is slick and aching, liking his roughness.

My eyes burn from my efforts as I try to match his punishing pace. Refusing to let him win even in this, I reach between us, caressing the firm globes of his sac. His breath hitches. He widens his stance groaning, “That’s it, take this dick down your nasty little throat like a good fuck toy.”

His words have me closing my eyes as I take him deeper. His hard, firm flesh sliding over my tongue creates an erotic tempo that my body can’t help responding to. My nipples are hard, pressing against the soaked fabric of my dress cause by the warm pelt of rain. The water makes his dick slicker. He cups both sides of my face, fucking me with a relentless intensity, hitting the back of my throat like he’s bottoming out in my pussy.

Surprised when the first clenching spasm hits me, I never expected to come from sucking his dick, making me gasp just as he clutches me close, shooting warm jets of come down my throat. The salty, sweet liquid is licked and swallowed in a salacious gulp just like the cumslut he made me.

“Lay back,” he orders, pressing me against floor cushions I had up here for hookah parties with my cousins. Pressing my thighs high, he buries his face in my pussy to return the favor. His tongue slithers between my lips, lapping at the rain and the essence that coats every inch of me.

“Your mean ass don’t deserve for your pussy to taste this fucking good.” Looking up, his angry gaze meets mine before he dips his head again, attempting to cover every inch of me in a grumpy, hungry suck. He eats my pussy like he’s mad at it. Raw, rough, and not one inch neglected. He ravishes me with his tongue, teasing me to release. I beg, but he won’t let me come.

“Uh, uh, bad girls don’t get to come until I let them. So fucking pretty,” he says, looking at me, shaking his head. “It’s a travesty. You’re so bad.”

“You’re quite awful yourself,” I pant, offering myself to him with a tilt of my hips. He nuzzles deep missing where I need him most. Big hands cover me, squeezing the flesh, pushing my lips, making them kiss each other, covering my clit. Wedging his tongue inside, he spears inside, teasing my flesh smothered clit. Again and again he teases the treasure within my slit, makingme pant with need, denying me the pleasure he thinks I haven’t earned.

“Motherfu—” His hand comes down in a stinging smack. I writhe under the delicious pain mingled with pleasure. “Ohmygoodness.” My spiraling body shakes with the torment he visits upon my flesh, spanking my pussy until gushy wetness coats his tapered fingers and hand.

“New pleasure unlocked.” His wild grin matches the unhinged spark as his gaze meets mine seconds before he dips his head again to lick me clean.

My breath saws in and out of me. My titties rise and fall like I’ve been running for freedom. But I can’t ever see running from the bliss I find in this mean motherfucker’s arms.

He pushes my knees high and over his shoulders. Angling, he presses his thick head at my opening. “Look how pretty she is, welcoming me like a good fucking girl.” Relentless in his intent, his eyes never leave mine as he pushes inside me. My mouth forms an O as he stretches me like it’s the first time.

“Take me,” he growls his command as my muscles yield to his pressure, his previous attentions having made me more than ready, yet the size difference is still there.

“Come on, wildcat. You can take this dick, you have before,” he grounds out. Perspiration beads on his forehead.

It’s only been a few weeks, but the resistance is there like we’re brand new.

“Maybe she doesn’t like your ass anymore. Just like I don’t.” The words come out and I know they are just as true as the hurt in my heart.

“Oh, yeah?” A cruel smile plays at the corners of his mouth. His eyes drop half-mast. He stops, disengages, sitting back on his haunches, looking down at me like he is debating something.

“They aren’t charging me with anything,” he says finally, his dick bobbing from the thick thatch of dark blond curls at the base.

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t guilty.” A rough laugh escapes him as he shakes his head at my naivete.

“We all are guilty of something, darling. Like you wanting this dick despite what you think I’m capable of.”

“I don’t want your no-good ass, Ulysses.” I move up to sit up, shoving my face close to his.

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