Kendall Vs. Twins

I order some appetizers from the bartender and another whiskey along with a bottle of champagne. I don't want her drinking cocktails and getting drunk from the lethal mixology. She pops a scallop into my mouth and runs her fingers along my lower lip.

“I feel like dancing,” she says, her voice all kittenish.

She sways side to side against my chest and it takes everything not to rip her dress up her legs and ravage her. Her tits shuffling back and forth across my bicep are driving me half mad with lust for her.

“Did you have a good day in the end?”

“Yeah, thanks to you. And it's getting better.”

“I could make it much better.”

“I'd like that.”

It crosses my mind she's mixing me up with Rhino. We really do look exactly alike in facial features. But I forget about all that when I tip my head down and plant a kiss on her mouth. Just like that. Just like I've imagined for the past few weeks except she tastes even better than all my thoughts conjured up.

“Hunter,” she murmurs

“Yeah,” I husk, having a hard time keeping my desire for her body under control. I'd like to drag her into the washroom and push her up against the wall. Hike that dress up her thighs and slide between her folds.

“Can we go home?”

“Are you tired, baby?”

“Not at all. I want to see your home.”

I know that Rhino's probably on his way here now so I feel a little bad ditching him. But he'll make out just fine like always. I'm not reckless enough to drive after drinking so we leave the car and grab a taxi, dropping people off.

Thank fuck it's a short ride because I can't keep my hands off her. By the time I pay the driver, who's trying not to smirk and failing, we're ready to roll.

Kendall claws at my belt as I deal with the key to the door. Once it's open, I reach for her and pull her hard into me. She comes crashing into my chest and I claim her mouth properly. We stand there on the step, tongues clashing in fierce need, hands everywhere at once. I waited this long, imagining I would take it slow with Kendall, savor her delectable body like a fragile flower.

Instead I want to tear into her. I want to suck her and lick her and bite every part of her. I want to pound into her pussy and destroy her. I drag her through the door, kick it closed behind me and ram her up against it. My hands come down on either side of her face, caging her in as I delve into her mouth again. Taking her with the same force I want to use to push inside her pussy with.

Waiting this long has set me livid with need for her. Like a starving man I slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders and only slow down when I'm briefly stunned by the sight of her perfect round breasts cupped in the diaphanous black lace.

11

Kendall

Hunter yanks my dress down over my torso and gazes ravenously at my breasts like a wolf looks at a caged chicken. Job done – thank you, La Perla.

I hadn't expected this to happen quite so fast between him and me. But the yearning of desire came over me and I thought, why not? And anyway, my date basically stood me up. Hunter let something slip about Rhino dealing with a girl on the team. There's only one girl and I saw how she looked at me earlier.

I guess he decided she was the better option. Or maybe he decided to leave me to his brother who liked me first. Either way, I'm not at all disappointed with how things turned out and are shaping up to be even better.

I'm a sensual woman and I want to express that. You can't withhold yourself because you think you have to be a good girl, or behave correctly. What good is it being an independent woman, proud of her body, if you're going to act like a nun, or your mother? My body, like life, is meant to be pleasured and today showed me it's damn time to get on with the gratification.

I want a man and this man is hotter than burning hellfire. The fact that he marked me out weeks ago and has been looking for the way to be with me, only makes this seem more decadent. It kind of seems like we know each other, seeing as we met at mutual friend's event. At least that's my justification for this slightly, for me, raunchy behavior.

My dress is pining my upper arms to my sides, so by bending at the elbow, I can grab Hunter's chest to pull him to me. He crushes his hard chest into me and I swirl my tongue back against his until we're doing a furious mouth dance. His hands cup my breasts and squeeze through the lace. Then he pinches my right nipple and delves under the lacy fabric to repeat the tweak on my naked bud.

He starts rolling the hard point between his finger and thumb and a moan cascades over my lips. He just feels so good. His hard body pinning me as he drags one hand over the top of my head and down through my hair to force my neck to stretch back, giving his mouth full access to my chest.

“Oh god,” I mewl, as he holds my head tipped back while he licks and bites his way down.

Down, down, toward the spot where his other hand is sending great sparks of electricity straight between my thighs. Just having his hands on my body is soaking my expensive underwear. The sooner it comes off the better.

My strapped down arms allow me to reach for his waist and up under his tight tee shirt. His skin is so hot, almost stretched with the rippling muscle right underneath. The ridges across his stomach peak and dip, bristling with power that's so seductive.