Page 16 of Courting the Consequences

She slid off the counter and growled at him. “It’s not that fuckin’ easy, Kevin,” she shot back. “I’m not that same eighteen-year-old kid anymore. Life is not so cut and dr—”

“No, it’s not,” he interrupted. “It’s shades of gray. It’s messy. It’s real. Or have you forgotten that up in your ivory tower every day?”

“Goddamn it, Kevin,” she growled, stomping her bare feet on the floor as she moved toward him. “I fucking know that! It’s the only reason you’re even standing in my house right now and I didn’t slam the door in your fucking face,” she shot back.

He stared her down, not moving. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession. His nostrils flared as his jaw clenched. He waited.

“This would be so much easier if I didn’t already have feelings for you.” She groaned, closing her eyes. She slid her hands into her curls, tugged at her roots, and tried to focus.

He stomped toward her in two strides, his heavy boots slapping on the hardwood floor.

Her eyes snapped open when his callused hands gripped both sides of her face. He angled her head up and leaned down to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss. She melted into him immediately, opening to him. Her hands gripped the two halves of his cut and pulled him tighter against her.

He didn’t give her time to object. His hands slid down her body and grazed over her breasts. He gave them not-so-gentle squeezes before he slid his hands to her hips and picked her up. He set her easily on the granite countertop of the island and immediately went for the button on her jean shorts.

She helped him get them over her hips and off before she went to work on his belt and his jeans. She reached into his boxers, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and gasped. She broke the kiss to look down at his thick cock. Her fingers couldn’t touch as she wrapped them around his girth.

He groaned and broke the kiss panting.

She slid her hand down his length, marveling at the smooth and warm skin.

He kissed down her jaw to her neck as he pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger home. “So wet for me,” he groaned into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She pushed his pants down and wrapped her legs around his waist, using the heel of her foot to push him forward. She grabbed his length and guided him to her core. He pulled his finger out of her, sliding it over her clit.

She groaned and he slid the head of his cock through her folds, hitting her clit before sliding back down toward her opening. He slid past her folds and she gasped. He captured her lower lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.

She cried out as he snapped his hips forward and slid home. He was so large, so much larger than she’d ever had before. She wasn’t going to last. “Goddamn.” He groaned against her lips. “You feel fucking fantastic.”

She panted and arched her back against him, angling her hips upward. Her clit rubbed against him, creating the friction she needed.

He pulled down her tank top and bra, pushing her breasts up. His fingers pinched one nipple while his mouth latched onto the other. His mouth was hot and his teeth unforgiving as they clamped down.

Her orgasm crashed over her and she cried out, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He groaned and picked up his pace, riding her through her orgasm. He pulled off her nipple with a loud pop before he captured her mouth again in a bruising kiss.

He groaned into her mouth as he came, hips stuttering against hers.

When he finally stilled and they broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers and rubbed her cheek while staring into her eyes. It felt like he was seeing into her soul. His dark eyes were so deep and beautiful. He looked right through her. “So, what’s for dinner?” he asked after a moment of silence.

A laugh bubbled out of her and set him off. His deep laugh rumbled through her chest, and his wide smile lit his brown eyes from within. He was beautiful. Her heart ached at the thought of letting him go, of seeing him around her office building and not sharing in their usual banter or trading smiles in passing. She had grown attached to him in the last three years, and now that she’d finally had him, how would she ever let him go?

“Kevin,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “I can’t—I don’t—how do we do this?” she finally settled on and slowly opened her eyes.

He watched her attentively. His cock pulsed inside her, and she gasped when his hips snapped forward. How was he hard again already? “I’d say it’s pretty easy,” he reasoned. He swiveled his hips and drew a long groan from her. “I can continue to fuck you, then we can eat some of this delicious dinner you made for me,” he smirked and snapped his hips harder.

She gasped and clung to him. “Don’t stop.”

“Then, after we eat,” he continued, not missing a beat, “we can move this into your bedroom for dessert.”

Kara gasped. She could only nod in answer.

He circled her clit with his thumb. “There’s a good girl,” he responded into her hair.

She moaned and arched against him. He kept his pace steady as he stared down at her.

“Now be a good girl and come for me,” he commanded.

Her eyes snapped shut and she shuddered against him. His lips found hers, and he groaned as he came with her, both of them gasping for air.

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