Page 24 of Hell on an Angel
She broke the kiss long enough to tug his shirt over his head. Going back to kissing him, she tried helping get his belt off. When he unzipped his leather pants, his larger hand slid her smaller one over him. Her palm ran along the thick length of his dick. “Take my cock out and stroke me, katawasisiw,” Cree mumbled against her mouth. Kennedy did what he said, loving the feel of him in her hand.
Cree thought about changing his bike’s oil, the fact the fire was burning low, anything so he wouldn’t come all over her hand. He’d been semi-hard all damn day, wanting to bury his cock in her cunt. Lifting her up, Kennedy let go of his dick and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Running a hand over her luscious ass, his fingers grazed the thin fabric of her panties. Pulling them to the side, he pressed the head of his dick into her slick folds.
He took a step toward the bedroom as he pushed deeper into her pussy.
Cree heard her hiss into his ear, then he heard Kennedy swear.
Pushing her up against the living room wall, he stopped and looked into her eyes. “You want me to stop?”
“No, it’s just . . . tight.” Kennedy dug her fingers into his shoulders, hanging on to Cree as he stood still, waiting on her. “Don’t stop. I want you in me. All of you.”
Cree pulled out and slid back in, giving her time to acclimate to his size. Her head dropped to his shoulder and her teeth bit down on him. Completely lost in her, Cree drove into her cunt, stretching her wide. Kennedy threw her head back, crying out his name.
Moving from the living room, he barely got them on the bed before he shoved her legs into her chest. “Slide your arms under your knees. Hold your legs up for me.”
He loved how well she listened to him. Staring down between their bodies, he saw how tight her pussy gripped his cock. “Damn, you’re small.”
“Stop talking, Cree, and fuck me.”
“You sure, Kennedy?” He’d never cared before. If a woman climbed on him, he fucked her until he was spent. This was different. This was Kennedy, and she wasn’t some chick in a biker bar or a club girl.
“Please, Cree.”
It was all he needed to hear.
Kennedy tipped her head back as her pussy swallowed his thick cock. Her hands shook as they held her knees up. Inch by inch, she took him into her. With her eyes watering as his dick stretched her wider, she stopped holding herself without moving. “Breathe, beautiful.” His hands gripped her more firmly as he shoved up, bottoming out and causing a hiss to slip from her lips.
Letting go of one knee, she slapped at his chest as he lifted her hips and went in deeper. When his hand went from her hip to her clit, Kennedy lost her mind. He teased the little nub feverishly until she was exploding around his dick, making every inch slick. Opening her eyes as her body relaxed, she glanced down, watching his cock disappearing into her pussy.
Cree kept fucking her until his balls tightened and he coated the inside of her cunt with hot spurts of cum. Kissing her hard on the mouth, he rested his forehead against hers. “I need to get you in a hot bath.”
“Later.”
“No, not later. But I’ll give you a few minutes while I catch my breath.” When she laughed at him, Cree rolled over and playfully bit her on the shoulder. But he was already reminding himself that he had crossed the line.
Chapter Thirteen
There had been a break in the weather. With the sun warming the land, the top layer of snow barely started to melt. Cree stood leaning against the truck, reading the skies. By nightfall, with the sun set, the temperature would plummet, turning the melting snow into ice.
He drummed his fingers on the truck rail. If they were gonna get to the stores before that happened, Kennedy needed to get her ass moving. Shoving off the truck, he headed for the house.
His foot didn’t hit the first step good when the front door opened. Out walked Kennedy looking as sexy as ever. The red flannel shirt hugged her nicely, as did the faded blue jeans riding low on her hips. The tips of her black boots peeked out from beneath the frayed hem. Her hair was in two braids, and with her dark hair and golden skin, she had the look of a local. He watched as she pulled on her jacket and beanie.
“I was coming to get you.”
“I’ve been ready.” Pulling a messenger bag over her head, Kennedy positioned it comfortably on her shoulder. “What are you doing out here?”
“Reading the skies.”
Walking off the porch, she looked at the clear, sunny skies. She didn’t miss the grey edges on the horizon. “Does that,” she pointed toward the distance, “mean we’re in for another storm tonight?”
“No, but the temperature is going to drop again tonight, which means all the melted snow will freeze.”
“Damn, that’s going to be a lot of ice.”
Cree agreed with her. “Let’s get going so we can go do some shopping.”
