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  I slide a hand up between her legs, letting my thumb brush over her lips and listening to the way her breath catches. I’d wondered about it before, when I was tasting her, but now, I’m almost sure of it. I stand again, nuzzling her neck as my fingers stroke her pussy.

  “You weren’t just a virgin,” I purr into her skin, kissing the back of her neck. “You’d never even felt a boy’s tongue on your little pussy, had you?”

  She trembles, shaking her head.

  “No.”

  I groan, my cock swelling as the possessiveness inside of me flares.

  “Good,” I growl into her ear. “That makes you all mine.”

  I drop to my knees again, my hands spreading her wide before I push my face between her legs. She cries out over the spray of the water as I drag my tongue up and down her pussy, sucking on her swollen lips before pushing my tongue between them. Fuck, she’s so sweet tasting and it has me groaning for more as I hungrily lick at her juices. She moans, arching her back and pushing back against my mouth as I slide my tongue into her. I start to fuck her with it, hands gripping her ass and spreading her so lewdly open for me as I tongue her little cunt. I swirl it over her clit, making her squeal in pleasure as I start to move faster, and harder.

  Kendall claws at the tile walls, moaning in pleasure as she wantonly grinds her little cunt back against my mouth. I suck at her clit harder, tonguing it slow circles as I drive her higher and higher. My hands trace over her body, giving her tight little ass a smack, teasing up her thighs, sliding up to tug at her rosy nipples—all while she writhes and moans and goes to pieces for me.

  I grab her hips again and yank her back against me—back and forth, showing her how to fuck herself on my tongue. I growl into her, one hand gripping her ass as I tongue her clit, the other wrapped tight around my rock-hard cock, stroking myself as I taste her sweet little cunt.

  “I want you to come all over my tongue, baby girl,” I growl into her. “Spread your legs and let me taste your little cunt when you come for me. Be a good girl and come for me, Kendall,” I hiss, plunging my tongue deep in her pussy as she starts to shatter.

  “I—oh fuck!”

  “Come,” I snarl, demanding the orgasm from her as my tongue swirls around her clit. And suddenly, I can feel her letting go.

  She cries out, her moans of pleasure wailing through the bathroom, and I thank God that my room is on the opposite side of the house as Amy. I keep tonguing her right through her orgasm, swallowing her sweet girl cum and teasing her clit as she shudders and shakes and sags against me, until I can see her knees trembling.

  I slide up behind her, wrapping her in my arms as she turns. She kisses me hungrily, her tongue darting over my lips and tasting herself. She pauses for one second, running that little pink tongue over my lips again, before she moans and starts to kiss me harder.

  “Taste how sweet your pretty little pussy tastes,” I growl into her mouth. She moans, nodding as she eagerly tastes her pussy from my lips and tongue. I grab the soap, giving us both a good sudsing before I go back to kissing her, letting the water tease over us for another ten minutes, during which my lips never leave hers.

  “Marshall, I…” she trails off, blushing as she pulls away.

  “What is it?”

  She bites her lip, fire blazing her blue eyes.

  “I want you again,” she whispers shyly. And fuck does it get my cock hard. I groan as I kiss her harder, pressing my body against hers as I pin her to the shower wall.

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckle, running my tongue across her bottom lip.

  “It’s your fault,” she faux-pouts back, biting her lip and grinning as she playfully slaps at my chest.

  “Says the little tease who waltzed into my bedroom and took her shirt off.”

  She blushes, her eyes locked with. “Now, am I still a tease if I then sucked your big cock and then gave you my virginity?”

  I groan at the fierce blush on her face, like she’s shocked she even said the words. And my cock swells even harder against her as I growl and kiss her mouth.

  “C’mere, baby girl,” I purr, scooping her into my arms as she gasps eagerly. I shut the water off, stepping out and wrapping us both in two big giant towels, with her still in my arms. I storm from the bathroom right for my bed, setting her on it and pushing her down across the big bed.

  Before, it was us crashing together. That was finally releasing what’s been pent up in both of us for, well, longer than it ought to be, I know that. But this time?

  …This time, I’m taking my time. This time, I’m going to take her slow, in a bed, like the fucking queen she is.

  I push her back onto the bed, moving up onto it with her. She eyes my coyly, pushing away from me until she’s back up against the headboard, her face flushed, and her legs curled under her. The fucking picture of innocence.

  “Spread your legs,” I purr hungrily, nodding at where they’re tucked under her. “Show me that pretty little pussy, Kendall.”

  She blushes fiercely, pausing. But slowly, she nods. Her legs slide from under her, her blush searing hot across her face for a moment before she finally takes a breath and slowly begins to spread. I groan, watching them stretch apart and watching her pink little pussy open up for me, glistening and wet.

  It’s all the teasing I can take.

  I move in, tonguing her again. Fuck, I cannot get enough of her sweet little pussy, like she’s a drug I’m fucking hooked on. Kendall moans as I lick her pussy, swiping my tongue all the way up to her clit before I tease it lower, down to her asshole. She squeals in pleasure, bucking against me and panting as I work her higher and higher, until suddenly, I pull away with a grin.

  Kendall groans, pouting as I chuckle.

  “Uh uh, angel,” I grin. “You’re going to have to be a good girl if you want me to make you come.”

  I give her one last lick before I pull away and start to slide up between her legs. She eagerly tugs me in, wrapping her legs around me and locking her ankles as my cock teases over her bare little cunt.

  But suddenly, a thought hits me, and I freeze, frowning.

  Kendall bites her lip, a worried look crossing her face.

  “Is… is everything alright?”

  More than okay. But it won’t be if I keep fucking her bare. She’s not on the pill, and I’m not snipped. Fucking the barely legal girl from down the street is one thing. Taking her virginity is another. Knocking her up might just be one step beyond the pale.

  “Yeah, I… hang on.” I slide up between her legs, kissing her mouth softly as she moans into me.

  “I’ll be right back,” I groan into her lips, before I regretfully pull away from her. I slide from the bed and head back to the bathroom, where I start tearing the fucking place apart looking for a condom—a condom I don’t even know if I have, seeing as there hasn’t been a woman in my life in years.

  And sure enough, after I empty basically every fucking drawer in the place, I come up empty-handed.

  Fuck.

  …Pull out works, right?

  I growl as I head back to the bedroom. Condom or not, risk or not, there’s no way I’m not taking her again.

  “Kendall, I—”

  I step into my bedroom, my eyes drop to the bed, and I stop short. I chuckle quietly, a grin creeping over my face as my eyes land on Kendall—eyes closed, mouth parted, and fast asleep.

  I grin. Apparently, I wore her out.

  I slide into the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her sleeping, lithe body and tugging her against me. She murmurs in her sleep, smiling happily as she snuggles into me, her arm around me and her cheek against my chest.

  Chapter 9

  Kendall

  It’s dark when I wake.

  I blink, taking a second to realize what’s going on before I remember where I am, and a flush comes over me.

  …I’m not gonna lie, I’ve literally fantasized about this.

  Yes, I’ve fantasized the more vis
ceral stuff—imagining Mr. B tearing my clothes off, putting his hands on me, pinning me to a bed and fucking me as hard and as much as he wants to. I mean, yeah, I’ve had that fantasy, right alongside the one where I suck his cock under his desk in his big fancy office in the city. Or, you know, the one where I jump his bones in the Bane family pool.

  Yeah, I’ve had those fantasies. But the other one I’m talking about is, well, this. Not the hardcore sex-fest of my other fantasies, but the kind where I’m just in his arms, and totally and completely content and safe. Which is exactly what I feel right now. He’s fast asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breath under my cheek—his skin so warm, his muscles so firm and powerful.

  One of his arms is around me, holding and cradling me against his body, and I swear, I could stay just like this forever. I mean, food would have to be brought in. Maybe some water. It would probably make his work commute or my hanging out with Amy a little tough—

  For a moment, my little grin falters, and I blink, suddenly sobered by the thought. This incredible man who I’ve just given my everything to, who makes me feel alive, and whole, and like I can conquer the world, he isn’t just “a man I know.”

  He’s my best friend’s dad, and man is that a souring thought.

  For a second, I try and imagine how I’d feel if Amy came out and told me she was screwing Tony, but all that does is make my face wrinkle up. And I know it’s not the same thing at all. Aside from Tony being a total slimy creep, he’s just my stepdad, and we’re not exactly close. Amy and Marshall on the other hand have been each other’s whole worlds for years, since Amy’s mom left when Amy was a baby. Her dad getting with any woman would have ripples in Amy’s life. It being me though?

  …That could go nuclear really, really fast.

  It’s a horrible thought, and for a moment, I wonder about just grabbing my stuff and running from this room and letting everything that happened here with Marshall stay right here, like a forgotten memory that we’ll never speak of again.

  Except…

  Well, except my heart stings just thinking about doing that. Because as much as I love my best friend, and as much as I’d never in a million years want to hurt her, whatever this thing is with Marshall isn’t just sex. It’s not just me experimenting or having fun.

  It’s real.

  It’s real, and big, and consuming every part of me, and I know there’s no way I can walk away, or pretend it never happened.

  I stir against him, biting my lip as my fingers trace his bare chest as he sleeps. Yeah, there’s no way I’m walking away from this man. Not with the way he makes me feel. And besides all of that?

  Heat stirs in my core.

  Besides all of that, I really, really want him. Like, always. And right now is no exception. I don’t know if it’s what we did earlier, or if maybe I was dreaming about him before I woke, but whatever it is, I’m soaking wet as I mold my body to his. We’re both nude under the covers, and I swear I can feel my slickness dripping down my thighs I want him so bad.

  My fingers trace his muscles, sliding lower from his chest down to his ridiculously chiseled abs. I walk my fingers down the ridges of his muscles, feeling him breathe and flex against me in his sleep. I tease my hand lower, my breath held as my fingers slip under the thin sheet covering the lower half of both of us. My fingertips find the hair of his happy trail under his navel, and I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together as I push lower, until suddenly, my fingers find the base of his cock.

  Fuck, even in his sleep, he’s half hard already. I breathe heavily as I slide my hand around him, fingers curling around his thick shaft, and slowly, I start to stroke. He grunts in his sleep, groaning quietly and stirring for a moment before he lapses back into his deep sleep. I pant, my nipples like diamonds against his side and my pussy dripping a puddle into the sheets as I start to stroke his big dick under the sheet. He grows harder and harder in my small hand, thickening, lengthening, growing absolutely massive as I just keep jerking him.

  God do I want him.

  Panting, my whole body on fire, I slide down his torso under the sheets. I slip between his legs, laying on my tummy with my feet poking off the end of the bed as I stroke his cock and lean in. I open my mouth, and when I wrap my lips around his big, fat cock, I can’t stop the moan that rumbles quiet in my throat.

  My lips slide down his cock, slurping quietly on him as my tongue swirls over his underside. I hollow my cheeks, sucking like I’ve seen girls do in porn as I bob my mouth up and down his huge cock. Marshall starts to groan in his sleep, his hips slowly bucking against my mouth as I start to suck him harder. But suddenly, I feel his hands slide under the covers and slip into my hair, tangling in it, and I know he’s awake.

  “Such a bad girl,” he growls lowly in the darkness. I just moan around him, drooling all over his cock as I hungrily take him as deep as I can. I can feel him flex in my mouth as he sits up, and suddenly, the sheets are being yanked away. Hands slide over my body, grabbing my ass before a hand slides between my legs from behind. I moan around him as his fingers find my soaking wet pussy, and he groans.

  “So fucking wet. Does this naughty little pussy get all messy when you suck my big cock, baby girl?”

  I moan wildly, slurping wetly on him, before suddenly, he grabs my hips and yanks me around. I gasp, pulling my mouth from his cock as I feel his powerful arms spin me around, until I’m lying across his torso, his cock by my face and my legs spreading to either side of his head. I feel his breath hot on my pussy as his big hands grip my thighs and spread them wide. And when his tongue drags over my lips, I cry out before I drop my mouth back to his cock and start to suck.

  We move like that, him groaning as I swallow his cock, me whimpering and writhing on him as his wicked tongue teases my clit. He pushes it deep, fucking my pussy with his tongue before dragging it back up and down my slit. He finds my asshole, and I swear I almost come right then as he teases my naughty hole with his tongue, making me squirm, and ache and shudder on top of him. He moves back to my clit, sucking it gently between his lips and batting it with his tongue again and again as I start to tremble and fall apart on top of him.

  My mouth falls away from his cock, my hand weakly stroking it as moan against his thigh. My eyes squeeze shut, my body tightens, my breath catches. And when he sucks my clit harder, and swirls it again with his tongue, the last of my walls crumble. I cry out into his leg, moaning and gasping as the orgasm shatters over me, until I’m a panting and whimpering mess.

  I tremble as he grabs me, spinning me around and wrapping his arms around me. I moan quietly, trembling against his body before raising my head and crushing my lips to his. I can taste my pussy on them, and God is it hot. I kiss him harder for it, drowning in that kiss as I slowly come back to earth.

  My hand slides lower, grabbing his rock-hard cock and stroking it, and slowly, I slip my leg over his hips. He groans, his hands tightening on me, stopping me.

  “Kendall…”

  “I want you, Mr. B,” I whisper fiercely, kissing his lips again as he groans.

  “I…” he frowns, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have done that earlier, Kendall. Us fooling around is one thing and fucked up enough. But taking your virginity…” he frowns, shaking his head. “That was wrong of me.”

  My lips purse, and my eyes blaze as I shake my head.

  “The hell it was. Marshall, I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you for so much longer than you probably even want to know. I wanted it to be you so bad I was ready to imagine it was you when I went to that condo the other night to meet my mystery bidder.”

  His jaw clenches, his eyes blazing into mine.

  “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Bane,” I purr, thrilling when I see the fire rise in his eyes and feel his cock pulse hard and hot against my thigh.

  “You don’t know what you want, Kendall. You’re eighteen.”

  I bite my lip, my eyes hooded as I lock them with his. I start to roll my hips,
pushing down and trapping his pulsing cock between my eager, slick pussy lips, and his hard abs.

  “Barely,” I whisper, my voice husky and heavy. And Marshall groans, his jaw clenching tight and his cock throbbing against me.

  “I know what I want, Marshall,” I say quietly, leaning down and kissing him softly. “I want this, and I want you.”

  “I’m paying of your college no matter if we—”

  “This isn’t about that.” I shake my head. “I just want you. Please?”

  I push down on him, moving my hips and sliding my slick lips up and down the underside of him. I whimper, feeling his swollen head bump over my clit, parting my lips as I rock on him.

  Marshall growls, his face a mask of lust and barely contained power. I lean down, kissing my way down his jaw until my lips tease his earlobe.

  “Please fuck my little pussy, Mr. B?”

  With a growl, he breaks. I gasp, shrieking as he suddenly grabs me and flips us over, pinning me hard to the bed as he moves between my legs. He groans, gripping them tight and spreading them wide, my pulse roaring as he leans over me. One hand grips the headboard, the other stroking his cock as he moves against me. He runs the fat crown up and down my dripping wet slit before he eases it between my lips.

  “You want me to fuck this tight little pussy with my big cock, baby girl?”

  I whimper, nodding, panting as my whole world spins. God, he’s so big, and it feels so wicked and naughty, and when he starts to push into me, the pleasure melts though me. He pushes in, his cock pulsing and throbbing, and I’m so wet and slippery already that he just slides inside. I can feel him stretching my walls, filling me like nothing else and making my core tighten as my eyes roll back. I moan, my legs curling around his waist and my fingers raking down his forearms as he fills me with his big cock.

  He slides deeper and deeper, inch after gloriously thick inch filling my tight pussy as I drip my arousal all over him. His hand moves to my hip, pulling it up slightly as he rocks his hips, and suddenly, the rest of him sinks in to the hilt. I cry out, my body arching and pleasure exploding through me. My legs tighten around him, and the moans fall from my lips as his hand grips my hip and his cock pulses so deep inside of me.