Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I release Kennedy’s hands as I make my way to the windows to close the blinds. It’s a dreary winter’s day anyway. I’m already in a pair of lounge pants and a T-shirt. Pulling back the covers, I pat the space next to me.
“What about Blakely?”
“She’s resting. I turned on the monitor, and she’ll knock on the door if she needs me. Right now, I need you.” We’ve not really had any time together other than kissing like teenagers on the couch after my daughter falls asleep. I need to change that. Now.
Her eyes visibly soften even in the dimly lit room. She sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off her boots before climbing under the covers next to me.
“Much better,” I say, pulling her close. “I’ve missed you.”
“I was here last night.”
“I know. It’s been hours.” I slide my hand up the back of her shirt and press my lips to hers. It’s meant to be just a soft peck, but it turns into me pulling her on top of me. My cock is throbbing with need, but I ignore it like I do every other time I’m with her. We can’t go there. Not right now. Instead, I kiss her soft and slow. Taking my time to taste her. I already know the curve of her lips and the slope of her tongue as it dances with mine. I kiss her until our lips are swollen and our lungs are screaming for air.
I end up turning us so that her back is pressed against the mattress while I hover over her. Breaking the kiss, I lift her shirt, tugging it off and tossing it to the side. Kennedy’s chest rises and falls with each labored breath.
My mouth twitches with the need to pull her hard nipples into my mouth. Bending my head as I shimmy down the mattress, I do just that, sucking the pebbled bud through the white lace of her bra.
“Dec,” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need—” She bites her lips when I press my lips to her quivering belly, staring up at her through hooded eyes.
“What do you need, Kens?”
“More. I need more.”
Sitting back on my knees, I work her leggings and her panties over her hips and down her thighs. One leg, then the other is freed as I toss them with her shirt. She’s lying in nothing but her thin white lace bra, making her appear angelic.
Knowing that our time is limited before my daughter wakes and needs us, I get busy. I settle back onto the mattress, tossing her legs over my shoulders. I dive in, tasting her pussy. My mouth covers her clit at the same time as I slip one long digit inside her. Her back arches off the bed. I move my free hand to press on her belly to keep her still while my mouth devours her.
Kennedy’s soft moans of pleasure have my cock throbbing against the mattress, but I don’t dare stop. I work her over, devouring her with my mouth. I slide in a second finger, and the moan that fills the room is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.
I pump my fingers faster and suck on her clit a little harder, and that’s all it takes for her orgasm to reach its peak. Her soft cry of my name fills the room. I won't stop until every ounce of pleasure has been wrung from her body, and she falls against the mattress, exhausted and sated.
Carefully, I remove her quivering legs from my shoulders as I make my way back up her body to lie next to her. I pull her into my arms, her head resting against my chest. We’re both breathing heavily. My cock is standing tall, but I ignore it. This was for her. That is until her soft hand grips the base.
“Kens.” I don’t know if her name is a warning or a plea at this point.
“Your turn.”
“That’s not how this works, baby. I got just as much out of that as you did.”
“Well, now I’m going to get as much out of this as you do.” She glances at the monitor on the nightstand, and my heart hammers in my chest. “She’s still sleeping. I have time.” How is it possible that her checking on the well-being of my little girl has me craving her more than my mouth on her pussy?
“Too many clothes, Kincaid,” she teases.
Not needing to be told twice, I stand and strip out of my clothes before sliding back under the covers next to her and pulling her into my arms.
She kisses me, her tongue tracing my lips, before her mouth trails over my jaw, down my neck, my chest, and over my abs. When she reaches my cock, she wastes no time taking the tip into her mouth, giving both an initial first taste.