“What are we doing out here?”
“I am about to please my wife,” he growls. My champagne-colored dress is skin-tight, but he manages to pull it up to my waist and down my tits in seconds.
“I could get behind that,” I moan as he slides two fingers into my pussy.
“You better lass. There’s no escaping me.” I reach between us and open his pants. Reaching inside of them, I pull his cock out and stroke it. He throws his head back and whispers my name like a curse and a prayer.
“Always so greedy,” he says, causing me to smirk.
“You made me this way,” I say as he slams into me. My feet are on the ceiling, and his hand is on my throat. Over and over, he owns me. Greed can turn into lust so fast. With a man like Kellen, is it any wonder it did?
My life has been amazing since moving to Nashville. I never thought it could be like this, but everything I have and everything I am is because of him. I can’t wait to see what else in store for us.