Kendall Vs. Twins

He releases his fist from tugging back on my hair and his hand slides down the curve of my back to grab my ass. He cups one cheek and squeezes so hard my crevasse pulls apart. The cool air and my thong rubbing there only increase my hunger.

“I want you,” I whimper between little pants of breath. Adding his name in case he's in any doubt who's driving me to the brink of insanity here. “Hunter.”

Me saying his name sends him over the edge. His other hand leaves my breast to glide over the curve of my waist and cup the other cheek. With my ass filling his hands, he lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. My legs lace around his back, holding on and dragging his bulge closer into my spread. The heat of him, the heft of his swollen cock presses through the scrap of lace against my spread pussy. I shiver and grab at his shoulders, my fingers clawing at him with an urgency that leaves me breathless.

He storms across the large room and deposits me on a surface. From the cold on my cheeks, I assume its the kitchen countertop. I don't know, the room is so dark. But my eyes adjust as the light of the moon comes through a window. I can make out Hunter's face as his eyes hold mine, filled with lust and hungry desire.

“I want you too, Kendall. More than you can fucking imagine. And I'm not gonna take it easy on you. I want to devour your pussy with every part of my being.”

I don't have time to reply, although really there's no answer to that other than,” Ohmigod, do it now. Do it fast. And do it hard.”

Because Hunter slides my bra straps down my shoulders and flips my breasts out of their black lace cups. The exposure to air and his ravenous gaze makes my nipples stand up harder than ever. He pushes the underside of my left breast up to suck it between his lips. Nipping hard enough to deliver shards of pleasure pain that make me shudder as I grasp hold of his head and tug him to me even more ferociously.

He pulls my hands off him and pushes me back on the counter. I have to stretch my arms behind me to support myself. He gazes on my body for a second, my tits spilled out of the underwire. Then he cups each one in his grasp again, to devour first one, then the other nipple like he hasn't eaten for a decade.

“Oh god,” I quiver out.

“Not god, just me,” he says, stepping back again to admire me spread out on the table top for him like a buffet lunch.

“That's good enough for me,” I half whimper, words not coming easily to my shivering lips.

He hooks a hand under my thigh and lifts it up. Up and up so my heel is on the counter. I reach one hand to unstrap the buckle and again he bats me away.

“Leave them on,” he orders.

Then he lifts the other leg up before hiking the dress up my thighs and tossing it back, leaving just a wisp of lace between his ravenous stare and my spread. His palm comes down on my knee to glide all the way up my inner thigh and I'm already soaking wet with anticipation. He halts for an instant, teasing me with his eyes before hooking one finger under the fabric and pulling it to one side. I gasp at a breath as the air licks across my cli

t and I shake with desire for his fingers.

More than anything I want to free his cock, which I know is going to be mega impressive just from the massive swell in his pants. But Hunter wants to dominate and control everything tonight and who am I to resist when it feels so damn good? All I want to say is 'more'.

I'm seriously struggling at air with my heart jumping around all over.

“Stop teasing,” I moan. “I didn't mean to make you wait.”

With that, his fingers delve into my spread, with expert precision. He trails a line through all the contours of my folds, avoiding the eager point shoving and pushing out from the middle, demanding attention right now. His moves only make the ache more intense, the need to have him spread me further, stretch me open, absolutely destroy me is close to agonizing.

12

Hunter

I don't know who's teasing who here, because I'm half deranged with the urgent need to be inside Kendall and feel her inner walls hugging the length of my boiling shaft. I fucking need it like I need to breathe but I also want to hold back as long as I can.

Back at the bar, when I rested the last miniature chocolate mousse confection on her lower lip – you know I ordered desserts, to sweeten the deal. Yeah, when I touched that to her mouth, she turned her huge eyes up to me from under those feather boa lashes and said: “Once I bite down it's all over.”

That was almost enough to have me rip the clothes off her right then. Fuck, even the way she looked at me had my cock pounding at my zipper to be let loose like a fucking beast. Then she adds;

“I want it and I don't, because then it's done and I can't have more.”

Her mouth is referring to the chocolate, the tip of her tongue, caressing the top where the creamy stuff sits. But her eyes speak of everything else I'm offering her.

“You can always have more, I guarantee it,” I told her before I even knew the words were emerging from my mouth. Fuck. I never promise a woman more than I'm prepared to pony up. No, not even to get her into bed. I may be an asshole but I'm not a total fucking douche. So why was I promising Kendall the world? My world.

Her tongue curled around the underside of the pastry, that was starting to melt from the heat coming off her sensuous lips. She lapped it into her mouth and I could see, fucking feel it in my balls, her doing the same to my cock. Her tongue running up the underside before she pursed her lips into the perfect o and sucked me in. And I needed that so bad I was about to fucking explode.

Now we're home, I still feel ready to detonate but like her with the creamy chocolate, I don't want it to be over. I want to look at her, touch her, lick her and never let it end. Perhaps there's my answer as to why I gave her my promise.

She looks so fucking divine, leaning back across my island countertop. Her pointed breasts so perky, they stand up without need of the sexy bra. So delicious, I have to lean in again for a decadent lap across the tips. I suck each into my mouth hard. Hard enough to make her hitch a breath and slam both palms around my head to drag me into her.