Page 34 of I Love to Hate You
Everything about Kendrick emanates power and control, and I realize why everyone is so cowed by his presence. He’s so controlled, his face unaffected by anything, his breathing never becoming labored. He never panics or loses his cool. Even when he had Eddie in a headlock earlier tonight—while Eddie was freaking out about bleeding, Kendrick was composed. He’s a pillar of control and dominance, and it never truly hit me until this moment.
Without him having to issue another command, I use both hands to push my pants and panties down while lifting my butt off the seat to slide them under. Kendrick watches my every move, his eyes squinting as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. I can see the desire glowing in his eyes, but he doesn’t act on it, and there’s a part of me that truly loves it. I never realized how hot it is for someone to be able to watch things that would send a weaker person clamoring to climb on top. Someone else wouldn't have been able to take their hand away and let me play with myself after their fingers had been so close, and I wouldn't have minded if he continued to help me. That would've been hot too, but having his calm eyes on me, knowing how badly he wants to touch me, makes it scorching.
“Now what?” I ask once I’m naked from the waist down.
Kendrick runs his tongue along his bottom lip before saying, “Show me how wet you are. Put two fingers inside and pull them out. I want to see you dripping for me.”
We look at each other for a second, my heart rate climbing with the thought of obeying such a sensual order, and my excitement spikes. How does he make me want to do this for him?
Slowly and deliberately, I glide my hand up my thigh until it reaches my opening, which is already glistening from the last order I obeyed. I rub my hand over my clit before sliding my middle and ring finger inside my pussy. A small moan escapes my throat as I curl my fingers upward once before pulling them out and holding them in the air for Kendrick to inspect. Sure enough, my skin is coated with sticky wetness that rolls down my finger into my palm, before making a trail down my wrist. For him, I’m a soaking mess.
After watching my wetness glide down my hand, Kendrick reaches over and grabs me by the arm, and I gasp as he pulls it over to him and runs his tongue up my wrist, palm, and fingers, tasting my wetness before sucking both of my fingers into his mouth and swallowing it all down. The entire act sends shivers up my spine and heat between my thighs, my breath catching in my throat as he licks my fingers clean before sitting back again.
“I always knew you'd be delicious,” he says. “Now take this.”
Kendrick reaches into his back pocket and removes a condom housed in a gold wrapper, and presses it into my hand.
“A condom? What do you want me to do with this?” I ask.
“I want you to put it on me,” he answers, just before reaching for his belt.
I watch him unfasten it and push his pants down the same way I just did, and when his cock is finally revealed, my eyes widen to the size of the moon. I almost gasp at the sight of it. Kendrick’s dick is a work of pure perfection. It’s at least seven inches in length wrapped in daunting girth highlighted by a pencil-sized vein that seems to throb with each beat of his heart. It’s mouthwatering, and I have to force my mouth shut so I don’t drool.
“Do it,” he commands.
I obey, tearing open the plastic and removing the large condom from its package, before leaning over and sheathing Kendrick’s thick cock with both hands. His gaze stays on me the entire time, while I eye his impressive erection as if I’ve never seen one before—and I haven't, at least not one like this. Once the condom is on—and stretched to its limits—I sit back and look at him again.
“Now what?” I ask, even though my entire body is hungry for him, and all I want to do is lunge over the center console onto his lap.
“I want you on top of me,” he answers. “Get over here.”
I could scream from the thought of sitting on top of him and sliding his cock inside me, but I force the reaction away and replace it with another.
“No,” I say.
Kendrick squints. “Come here, Maya.”
I raise an eyebrow and sigh. “Make me.”
In a flash, Kendrick’s left hand whips out and grabs my neck while his right slides between the cushion and my ass, and with the strength of two men, he lifts my entire body out of the seat and drags me over to him, setting me down in his lap. While I struggle to get a leg on each side, Kendrick pulls the handle on the bottom of the seat and lowers the back of it until he’s lying almost flat and I’m straddling him.
He looks me in the eye and licks his lips, and I can't wait any longer. I reach between my legs and grab hold of his cock, taking a deep breath before raising myself up enough to slowly slide him inside of me. The pressure is instant and intense, but I’m so wet it doesn't take more than a second for pleasure to replace pain. My head goes back and my fingers dig into his chest as I start to move up and down, stretching my pussy over his cock in a way I’ve never felt before. It feels too good to hold back, and I release a loud moan just as Kendrick does.
“Goddamn,” he says. “It’s perfect. Your pussy is perfect.”
His moans and compliments motivate me to turn up, and my body goes to work on its own. I swirl my hips and drag my nails across his flesh as I fuck Kendrick hard, and he places a hand on each side of my waist, squeezing as he moves with me. Fog covers every window in the car until we can no longer see outside, but nothing stops us. I grind on top of him, making a mess as my pussy creams and splashes on his cock until an orgasm is on the horizon. I keep grinding, working my way up to it as Kendrick slaps the side of my ass, giving me the final push I need to reach out and grab bliss by the throat.
“Oh god,” I blare. “I’m gonna fucking … oh god!”
“Shit. I’m about to come!” Kendrick yells at the exact same time, and our worlds collide into one another.
Both of our bodies go into convulsions that shake the entire car, and I’m wrecked to the point of exhaustion, collapsing on top of Kendrick while moaning into his chest as he holds me closely. His arms wrap around me, squeezing as his cock fills the condom and I feel it throbbing. It’s a moment that I know will live in my memory forever, because orgasms like this aren't typical. In one session, we just recorded over every time I ever had sex with Eddie. It only took Kendrick one try to become the best I’ve ever had.
Breathing hard, I pull myself off of Kendrick and practically collapse back into the passenger seat. We have to take a few minutes to put our pieces back together, but eventually we do. Kendrick starts the car and puts on the defrost with the AC while we both slide our pants back on. I run my fingers through my hair and use the visor mirror to make sure my makeup isn't ruined, while Kendrick fastens his pants and wipes his face of sweat. Once we’re good, we both sit back and let out exhales.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I say, giggling.
Kendrick chuckles. “It definitely was.”
