“Kendra Maddox, I love you with every breath in my body.”
Her lips parted on a gasp and Jazz took full advantage of it. Covering them, his tongue penetrated, found hers, and licked at it with hungry demand.
The little sleeveless T-shirt she wore was easy to tear from her. The material was that thin and fragile. The button popped from her shorts, the zipper might have torn, either way they slid down her legs to pool at the floor.
Her panties were easier than her shirt.
It barely took any effort at all to tear them off her ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Damned good thing, he decided, lifting his head.
“Pretty, sweet nipples,” he whispered, lowering his head, suckling one of the tight, hard points between his lips.
* * *
Kenni arched against him.
It was so good. So wicked and hot.
Sharp pleasure exploded from the hard point, racing through her nervous system to stoke the flames heating her clit and the aching tissue of her vagina to a conflagration of need.
Her juices spilled from her, moist heat that made the ache sharper.
What was it about Jazz that made her feel drunk, intoxicated with the pleasure he could give her?
When his head rose Kenni whimpered at the loss of sensation, needing more. No matter how much or how often he touched her, she needed more.
“Your nipples are so hard,” he crooned, stroking his thumb over a sensitive tip. Kenni’s breath caught as sizzling reaction raced through the tight bud.
“Like that, don’t you, baby?” he whispered.
“You know I do.” She could barely breathe for the fiery sensation streaking from her nipple to her clit, then to the clenched depths of her vagina.
“I want to know everything you like, Kenni,” he whispered, his lips lowering to feather against hers as he spoke. “Everything that makes your nipples hard. Everything that makes your pussy wetter.”
Her breath caught. Sensation flashed across her flesh before whipping to her womb with clenching pleasure.
His hand lifted from her breast, threaded through her hair, and tilted her head back for a hungry, mind-blowing kiss.
At least it blew her little mind.
Parting her lips his tongue swept over hers, drawing a ragged cry from her throat.
When his head lifted they were both breathless. And Kenni was greedy. She was hungry, dying to feel him, touch him—taste him. Because she knew no matter the pleasure she gave him, he’d give her back far more.
When his head lifted her lips moved to his chest. Broad, powerful muscles flexed beneath her lips and tongue. As she moved lower, rasping her nails against his side, her lips and tongue tasted more of his flesh. Ached for more.
The broad, engorged head of his cock throbbed as she curved her fingers beneath it, stroking down the shaft, fascinated by the satin-over-iron feel of it. It wasn’t just the feel of him she needed, though. It was the taste of him. The taste of his need, of his pleasure.
Swiping her tongue over the engorged crest, she didn’t expect the taste of salt and male arousal to explode over her senses as it did. Lowering herself until she knelt in front of him, Kenni parted her lips over the swollen head, feeling it flex and throb against her tongue, filling her mouth as the explicit, erotic act had a slick rush of moisture rushing from her vagina.
“That’s the way, baby,” he groaned as her mouth tightened on the hard head of his cock, invading it. “That’s it. Suck my cock sweet and tight.”
The earthy words were almost as arousing as having the hard shaft working between her lips.
Stroking the heavy shaft from the base to just below her lips as it moved over the engorged head of his erection, Kenni sucked the wide flesh as deep as she dared.
Erotic hunger singed her senses, dazed her mind.
What had ever made her believe she could walk away from him? He was more essential to her than breathing.
His caressing fingers tightened in her hair as she lashed at the underside of his cock with her tongue. Rolling her tongue against the highly reactive spot, she was rewarded with another of those heavy male groans.
Shards of pleasure-pain exploded through her scalp as his fingers pulled at her hair, his hips flexing, shifting as he thrust against her suckling lips.
“Ah, Kenni, how fucking pretty,” he groaned. “Hell, you’re killing me.”
Her lips tightened, drawing harder on his flesh as she became lost in the physical sensations. Waves of rapture so intense that she wondered for a moment if she should fear them washed over her, triggered by his pleasure rather than her own.
The heavy crest moved past her lips, shuttling against them, stroking over her tongue as Kenni fought to hold it in her mouth as long as possible. His hands tightened in her hair, his strokes shorter, harder.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned, his cock head flexing in her mouth “Kenni, baby, move back.” He released her hair, but she wasn’t about to let him go.
“Kenni, if I spill in your mouth, you’ll take it all,” he growled, sexual dominance strengthening the words. “You hear me?”
He was close. She could hear it in his voice, feel it in the hard throb of the crest of his cock. Working her mouth over it, her tongue rubbing at it, her only thought to push him over that edge of release. She needed this. She needed all of him.
A hard groan was her only warning. The sound of it rasping from his throat. A second later the throbbing head buried deeper and the first pulse of his release erupted in the suckling depths of her mouth.
The salt-and-midnight taste of him was intoxicating. Each pulse of semen only made her hungrier, needier.
It wasn’t just one ejaculation, there were multiple heavy pulses of the dark taste erupting in the suckling heat of her mouth. And she consumed them. She consumed him.
Seconds later he pulled free of her hold and before Kenni realized his intent he lifted her from her knees only to turn and toss her to the bed.
Pushing the tangled curls from her face Kenni stared up at him, her gaze heavy-lidded at the sight of his rapidly hardening erection.
“I’ve kept a hard-on since I first laid eyes on you,” he growled. “And I swear every time I look at you my dick thinks it has to be hard.”
“That’s a good thing,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Spread your legs. Let me see what you really think about it.”
Kenni spread her legs, slowly. As she did her hands lifted to cup her swollen breasts, her fingers finding the torturously hard tips of her nipples.
* * *
Jazz didn’t know which sight was prettier, the plump, honey-slick folds of her juice-laden pussy or those graceful fingers playing with her nipples. He knew what he was dying to taste, though.
Moving to the bed he stretched out between her thighs, licking his lips at the sweet, feminine scent drifting to him.
He pushed her thighs farther apart, watching as she gripped her nipples firmly, her fingers rolling over them faster.
She was close. The engorged, reddened bud of her clit extended fully from its hood, seeking enough sensation to flood her with ecstasy.
But not yet. He wanted to feel her orgasm exploding around his dick as he pumped his release inside the snug depths of her pussy.
Before that … Hell, he just wanted to taste her.
* * *
Kenni couldn’t control the cry that tore from her lips at the first lick of Jazz’s tongue through the sensitive folds of her pussy. She was certain that first lick would send her over the edge. She was primed, so ready for the explosion that when it didn’t come her eyes jerked open, her gaze going immediately to meet Jazz’s.
Wicked, erotic, his eyes were such an electric blue they almost glowed. And the intent she read there had a grin tugging at her lips.
“Afraid you can’t make me come more than once?” she asked, her voice throaty to her own ears.
His brow lifted. “I have before.”