He pinched harder on her tips, imagining what she would look like trussed up on a spanking bench. “Tell me. Don’t try to fool me. I repeat—how bad do you want me inside you?”
She blinked. “Very much.”
“Really?” Keeping his right hand on her breast, he moved his left hand between her parted legs until he found her clit. Then he pressed for a moment before releasing the little bud. “I’m not sure I should believe you, doll.”
“P–Please,” she begged, moving her hands onto his forearms.
Her forehead dropped to his chest, and she took hold of his left hand’s fingers, guiding them back to her clit.
His head swirled with a million thoughts and all of them were of her naked with his cock deeply seated into her body, into her pussy, into her flesh.
“I’m still not convinced,” he teased.
She wrapped her hand around his index finger and guided it into her sex. The slickness coated it as she shoved his thick digit deeper into her channel.
“O–Ohh…” she moaned, touching her clit with her other hand.
As his fingers plunged deeper into her cunt, Mackenzie undulated wildly, and he could feel her pussy walls tighten and release on his index finger.
She kissed his chest. “Now do you believe me?”
He placed his hands on the sides of the most beautiful face he’d ever laid eyes on. “Maybe.” He leaned down and kissed her. His tongue charged past her full lips, tasting her mouth’s warm moistness. A fiery ache took hold of him. A rush of heat rocked inside him as their kiss deepened even more.
He released Mackenzie’s quivering lips. Her normal tough exterior had softened. In fact, she looked so delicate, so frail, so feminine right now. But he knew she was also strong, determined, and not to be underestimated. He liked that part of her, but something about the tender side she was showing called to him in ways the other side didn’t. Both were parts of her, a combo that made the whole, and both drew him in like twin flames for a suicidal moth.
As if reading his mind and seeing his weakness, she shifted her hips forward toward him. His lust raged.
Remaining silent, he fell to his knees in front of her, threading his fingers through her pussy’s wet folds.
“I want you begging, baby. You ready to do that for me?”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “I am.”
Lapping up her delicious juices, he licked her pussy with abandon. “More, sweetheart?”
“Holy hell,” she yelled. “Please. God, please.”
“Love that begging.” Using his fingers and his tongue, he bathed and caressed her sex. He felt her hands hit the back of his head, and she pulled him forward. Her abandon quickened and warmed him.
More moans exploded from her as he manipulated her clit with his tongue. The scent of the wet heat between her thighs filled his nostrils and drove him to the brink of lusty madness. “That’s it, baby. Drown me in your sweet juices.”
His entire face was soaked with her wetness. Tonight, nothing would keep him from taking all she had to offer him. The guilt he felt that Wyatt was not here, not sharing, didn’t matter. Not now. Mackenzie needed him. His need for her soared.
“Come for me, doll.” He teethed her clit and fingered her folds, sensing she was close. Her shudder of excitement vibrated his entire face, fingers, and teeth. “That’s it. Ride it, baby.”
Licking her gave him a thrill. As her breathing quickened, his hunger grew. He reached around and cupped her bottom, pulling her in even tighter, lapping up every drop she had to offer.
“Y–Yessss!” she screamed, clearly lost to her climax.
Her sweet cream came out of her like a flood. Her body trembled like a live wire.
The moans and gasps fell freely from her mouth. She would feel total release, and he would enjoy that beyond even coming himself.
She swayed slightly.
“I won’t stop. Ever,” he said through his teeth.
“God, th–this is so—” Mackenzie’s skin flushed, and she tensed against him—then screamed.