Lena's Happily Ever After (The Town of Pearl 3)

“Take off the towel.”

Oh God, he is so damn sexy. She felt her pussy awaken again and her nipples harden.

With shaking fingers, she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor.

His eyes darkened and he looked hungry. He licked his lips as if he liked what he saw and she couldn’t move. His demeanor, his superior persona, was numbing. As he reached out to touch the tattoo on her hip, he gently caressed it with his thumb. He hadn’t touched her anywhere else, yet this small touch had her body swaying toward him for more. She wanted his hands everywhere.

“When did you get this?” he asked, and she looked down at his thick, large thumb rubbing back and forth across the small purple rose. His thumb was twice the size of the actual tattoo.

“When I was eighteen.”

“Why a purple rose, Lena?” he asked as he slowly bent down. His face was inches from her pussy.

She moaned softly, and he grabbed her thigh and placed her foot up on the chair behind him. She nearly lost her balance, but he held her, steadied her, before he released her again. She was now wide open to his eyes.

“Why the purple rose?” he asked again then trailed a finger across her pussy lips, staring at her body. She felt the cream drip.

“I’ve always loved roses, but purple ones seem so rare and beautiful. Whenever I didn’t feel beautiful, I would look at the tattoo. No one else knew it was there but me.”

He stroked her pussy with his digit, and she slightly bent over. He cupped her breast to steady her.

“You are beautiful, Lena. More beautiful than a rose or any other thing I have ever laid eyes on.”

He stroked her again then added a second digit. She gripped his shoulders and he lifted her one leg up over his shoulder. She felt off-balance.

“Hold on to me.” He lowered his mouth to where his fingers continued to arouse her.

His tongue singed her pussy lips. She moaned then slowly tilted her head back and pressed her pelvis more firmly against his mouth and tongue.

The feel of his big, strong fingers gripping her ass and kneading her flesh against her puckered hole aroused her even more. She felt the tightness deep within her womb. It was slight but caused her to release another bit of cream.

“So delicious. I want you, Lena. I have to have you.”

He stood up and pulled her against his chest.

“I don’t have a lot of time. I should be in town right now,” he whispered against her neck, kissing her, stimulating her senses.

He turned her around.

“Get on the bed, on all fours now

.”

She obeyed, climbed up, and he stopped her by grabbing her ankle.

“On the edge, no further,” he whispered as he undid his gun belt and gently laid it down on the chair. He took off his pants, and she heard the foil wrapper rip open.

Her entire body tingled with anticipation.

A moment later, his hands were on her hips, pulling her back against him. His cock penetrated her pussy and she cried out as he thrust into her. The one, deep stroke caused her to grip the comforter. He rocked his hips into her then pressed her shoulders down to the bed.

“I love this ass, Lena. I wish I had more time so I could fuck it next.”

His words sounded distorted as if he were holding back, afraid that he might hurt her. Inside she felt that hunger, that intense need for more.

“Harder, Kenny, please, I feel so needy.”

The palm of his hand pressed against her lower back and he began a series of hard, fast thrusts into her. She moaned and grunted at the deep sensations then screamed into the comforter as the orgasms hit her and Kenny at the same time.