I run my tongue up and down the underside of him, like I watched a girl do in a porn once, flicking his underside before I tease lower. My two hands stroke him, both of them stacked fist-over-fist and there’s still a few inches of him poking out the top. I jerk his cock as I hungrily moan and run my tongue over his balls. Marshall hisses in pleasure, his cock swelling in my hands and his body tightening before he suddenly pulls me away.
“Jesus Christ, Kendall,” he growls. And I’m about to ask if I did something wrong for him to pull me off of him, but before I can, he’s pulling me into him and kissing me so hard that my toes curl.
“Was that…” I moan, kissing his lips. “Was that okay?”
He groans as his hands slide over my body, pulling me into his lap. “Kendall, that was fucking incredible,” he hisses in this heated way that sends a thrill through me. His lips crush to mine, and when I feel his hand on my thigh, pushing higher, I moan into his lips.
“But… but you didn’t…”
“Not yet,” he purrs. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
His mouth crushes to mine, and when I feel those big fingers slip under the leg of my tiny sleep shorts, I moan. His fingers find my slick pussy, and when he strokes my dripping wet lips with his fingers, I kiss him even harder, whimpering into his mouth.
“Fuck, Kendall,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me. You know what I’ve been thinking about ever since earlier?”
“What?” I moan, gasping at the ferocity in his kiss.
“This,” he snarls, rolling his finger over my clit and making me gasp out loud.
“I’ve been thinking of this sweet, tight, baby girl pussy, and how much I want to make it come for me again.”
His finger delves down between my lips, easing between them. He finds my opening, and I cry out as I feel that thick finger push inside. He curls it up against my front wall, slowly stroking it out and then back in, making my eyes roll back in my head at the pleasure that teases through me. His thumb rolls over my clit, making me gasp into his lips.
I can feel his big, fat, swollen cock throbbing against my thighs and tummy, and I reach down to stroke him. Marshall groans, and suddenly, I gasp as I feel him yank me off his lap. I stumble to my feet in front of his chair, and barely have time to gasp before he yanks my shorts down, dropping them to pool at my feet. His big hands grab my ass, yanking me into him, and when he pulls my eager, slippery pussy against his mouth, I cry out louder than I know I should as his tongue pushes deep between my legs.
I gasp, fingers sliding into his hair and my moans dripping from my lips as Marshall tongues my pussy, pushing deep and then swirling it over my clit as his fingers dig into my ass. I moan, trembling, my legs shaking and threatening to give out entirely before he gives me one last lick and pulls away. His lips kiss the little cherry tattoo before he tugs me into his lap. I fall into him, legs spread around his.
And suddenly, the realization that this is going to happen hits me, and it’s like fire engulfing me. I can feel his hands sliding up my thighs, his cock pulsing and so hot and so big and hard against the inside of my leg. He pulls me lower, and when I feel his swollen crown brush over my slick pussy lips, I tremble.
“Last chance, Kendall,” Marshall growls quietly into my lips as he kisses them slowly. “Last chance to walk out of here the same way you walked in.”
“And if I don’t want to?” I whimper, kissing him.
“Then if I ever let you leave this bedroom; you better know damn well it won’t be the same way you walked in. You stay, and I promise you, you’re not leaving here with that virginity. You won’t leave here without this sweet little cunt being filled with my cock. Stretched. Fucked.”
Marshall kisses me slowly, his arm sliding around me, hugging me tight to him as we grind and pant together.
“If you stay, when you do leave, you better fucking know that your little pussy will belong to me.”
“So take it,” I moan, kissing him fiercely.
“Kendall…”
My hand slides between us, fingers curling around his cock and stroking him against my pussy. He hisses, his hands gripping my ass and my hip possessively, his jaw clenching tight.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growls as his lips crush to mine.
Chapter 7
Kendall
Marshall pulls me down onto him, and as his thick, swollen cock-head slips between my lips, I gasp. I can feel him start to ease inside, stretching me, pushing my lips apart as his fat cock pushes against my opening. I tighten for a second, my body clenching, and he slows.