Page 32 of The Only Shot that Mattered

Slowly, he rubbed his dick in the waterfall her juices made, making contact with her swollen clit. “Is this okay, Kenna? I’m clean. I get tested frequently because of my career. I know you said it’s been a long time for you, and I trust you?—”

“I’m clean, Damien. Please…” She squirmed underneath him as the tip of his dick teased her.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he found her opening and inched his way inside her. Her blessing was all he needed to feel the inside of her pussy with no protection, and at the moment, it felt like the best idea he’d ever had. “Aw, yeah. Kenna, baby?”

“Y-yes?” she asked as she clung to him.

“This pussy is mine now, you hear me? This good ass, wet ass, pretty ass pussy is all mine. Who told you to have such good pussy, baby? Huh? You been holding out on me?”

All she could do was moan in response, but that was okay with Damien. He was a big shit talker when he was deep in a woman’s guts, but with Kenna, things felt different. He was still going to talk his shit, but he wanted to make good on his promiseto be gentle with her in every sense of the word. He took his time, allowing her to adjust to his size. Each stroke was intentional and meant to make her feel as good as possible.

She winced slightly when he sped up, and he noticed it right away. She must have noticed him slow his pace because she looked up at him, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

His face immediately screwed up. “Never be sorry.” He kissed her. “You need to learn to speak up and let me know what you like, you hear me?” He kissed her again. “Tell me you understand.”

He deep stroked her slowly, waiting for her response.

“I understand.” Her words came out in a moan as she pulled him into her deeper. “You feel good like this.”

Pride swelled in Damien’s chest. She took direction so well. “Good fuckin’ girl, baby. Now I need you to focus on nutting on my dick. Can you do that for me? I need that up out of you, baby.”

Kenna’s short legs wrapped around his torso, and he felt her pussy clench. His jaw ticked as he watched her, knowing that as soon as he had her fourth orgasm, he was a goner. He couldn’t hold out for much longer. Damien had a lot of pussy in his day, but none like Kenna’s. She was turning him into a minute man, and he didn’t like that one bit. At that moment, he decided this wouldn’t be a one and done situation. He would definitely be right back in her pussy after a brief intermission. He had a lot he wanted to teach her. Sleep could wait, and he would run her a nice bubble bath in the morning for any soreness that arose.

“Damien.” She gasped.

He kissed her. “I know, baby. Go ahead. You have my permission.”

So she did. She came so hard on his dick he had to look between them to watch the waterfall for himself. That sight rightthere did it for him. He pulled out quickly and nutted right on her stomach.

They breathed hard for several seconds, just staring at each other, before they both laughed.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Kenna admitted as she tried to catch her breath.

“Me neither.” Damien got off the bed to grab a towel for them to clean off. Over his shoulder, he called out, “Don’t you dare go to sleep, Ken Ken.”

He heard her soft moan at his words, and he smirked. Yeah, she officially belonged to him. Now all he had to do was make sure she understood that to the fullest. Like he had said, there was no going back now.

The bedroom door opening woke Damien from a deep slumber. The first thing that came to mind was that Kenna was trying to sneak out, but when the sleep-fog cleared, he realized that couldn’t be possible since she was curled up in his arms. They had gone at it for hours, and by the time they passed out from complete exhaustion, the sun had risen.

“Gross! Since when do you bring whores home, Daddy?”

Damien shot straight up, the memories of the night before falling completely by the wayside.

Skylar’s outburst woke Kenna, too, and she sat up next to him, using the sheet to cover her naked body.

Damien’s face screwed up as he looked at his daughter. “What the hell did you just say to me?”

Jendaya appeared in the doorway, looking like she was poised to beat the hell out of their daughter. “What did you—” Her eyes landed on Kenna and then bounced to Damien before she quickly covered Skylar’s eyes. “Oh my God, D. I am so sorry.”

“Just give me a minute,” Damien said, feeling a headache coming on.

Jendaya tugged Skylar out of the room, leaving Kenna and Damien alone once again. One look at Kenna told Damien that she was ready to run. She looked embarrassed and upset by his daughter’s words.

“Ken—”

“I should go,” she whispered, flinging the covers off her and attempting to get out of bed, but Damien stopped her.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He pulled her into him and kissed her temple. “I’m sorry about my daughter. I’ll be talking to her about that nasty ass mouth of hers, I promise.”

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