“Dominick!” She ground against me even faster, using more power in her thrusts. “Yesss.”
Her hips tilted as my balls clenched, an intense surge moving through me.
“Kendall!” I lost control as her cunt milked me. “Oh, fuck yes.”
She was moaning just as loud, her nails stabbing me, her body shaking with tremors.
As I shot into the rubber, she was tightening around my finger, bucking, taking my cock on a wild fucking ride that sucked every drop of cum out of me.
When she finally stilled, I pulled my finger out and held her hips steady.
“You …” I shook my head, pressing my forehead against her tit, her nipple teasing my nose. “You’re something else.” I looked up to see her smile. “I can’t help it. You’re addictive.”
So was her pussy.
Intoxicating in a way I’d never felt.
And my cock hadn’t even dipped into her ass yet. I couldn’t imagine what that would feel like.
Fuck.
I held her cheeks, aiming her stare at mine, the most gorgeous face before me.
Her whole life was on the verge of changing, and I was positive she had no idea what she was in for. Constant attention was soon on its way—paparazzi recognizing her wherever she went, endorsements coming in, invitations to exclusive events, and paid appearances.
Nights, where there was nothing on her schedule, like this evening, were going to be rare.
Brett was wrong.
Kendall Roy couldn’t be my forever.
I had no fucking interest in living that kind of lifestyle. I thrived off privacy. In front of the camera and on every celebrity gossip site was the last place I wanted to be.
But tonight, she was mine, and everything was perfect.