Page 27 of Son of a Preacher Man
It was getting harder to breathe.
Clad in just her underwear, Kelly closed her eyes. She felt his exhale through the silk, hands traveling up inside her thighs. They parted, a finger gliding over the wisp of fabric that covered her clit.
Zing.
Eyes snapping open, she clutched onto his hair. And with a soft chuckle, Kodiak slipped those panties to the side, spreading her open with his thumbs.
Humming against her pussy, his fingers toyed at her entrance. She sucked in a breath, holding it, anticipating that first glorious sweep of his tongue, the moment he’d fill the hollow space inside her. Unable to wait any longer, pulling on the chocolate waves in her fingers, Kelly bucked her hips.
He growled, lips and teeth clamping down on her clit. Kodiak sucked. Hard. He ate her with expert precision, flicking the bud pulsing between her legs, spearing her with his tongue, lapping the evident desire that flooded her core.
Kelly bit down on her lip, trying to squelch the sounds that eked out of her. Stacy likened them to that of a hyena. A squeaky chew toy. In her shame, she learned how to silence herself.
But any attempt was futile with this man. Kodiak wouldn’t allow it.
“Give it to me,” he commanded, thick digits penetrating her.
She whimpered through her teeth. Thighs trembling, Kelly widened her stance, fisting his long hair tight. Kodiak fucked her with his fingers, the onslaught fervent, just as she knew it would be.
“More.” He scissored them, stretching her, his thumb pressed up against her clit. “I want everything.”
Her lips parted and the sounds broke free.
“That’s it, baby.” A wave of warm liquid rushing out of her, Kodiak gentled the movement of his fingers. “You’re perfect.”
Then his mouth was back on her cunt. Tonguing her clit, he fucked her slowly, the lull a devilish trick. With every drag of his tongue, every measured push and pull of his fingers, the sensations in her body amplified.
As did the sounds.
Kelly screamed his name, her knees giving out from under her. But Kodiak held her, lapping up every drop she gave him. It was all she could do to hold on.
He laid her down on soft linen bedding. Raking her teeth over her lip, she watched him unbutton his jeans. This was really happening. His pants hit the floor and her gaze went right there.
My God…
Glancing up, Kodiak caught her looking. He smirked, and coming closer, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her ruined panties. They sailed to the floor.
“You’re not going to regret this later, are you, Snicks?” Sitting down on the bed beside her, his fingers ran through her hair.
“Of course not,” Kelly implored, fingertips tracing his lips. “I want this…you.”
“And I want this off.” With a flick of his fingers, Kodiak unclasped her bra, the cups giving way. His hand squeezed her breast, the thumb brushing over her nipple.
That zing sweeping through her body, he pulled her onto his lap and took her lips between his. Fingers sank into her bottom. Kneading the ample flesh, Kodiak pushed up between her slippery thighs, but he didn’t try to enter her.
Straps of silk slipped from her shoulders, and freeing her of the annoying garment altogether, he held her breasts. Sucking and biting on her nipples, before dragging his teeth up her neck to take her lips once more.
“My queen,” he rasped into her mouth. “Get on your throne.”
Kelly reached beneath her, and gripping the thick, rigid length, held him poised at her entrance. Could she ever be that girl again? You’re safe with him. He won’t hurt you. Not like that. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips and took in a fortifying breath.
Holy fucking hell…
She could feel her flesh split open as she took him inside her, one slow and delicious inch at a time. God, how he filled her. Kelly’s hand squeezed his pec, the other holding onto the headboard, and she rocked. Tentatively at first. Because when had she last ridden a man? And for that matter, had she ever?
“Open them.” His hands pressed up her back, fingertips moving along her spine. “I want those pretty blues on me when we fuck.”
He nipped her nipple and she complied. Finding her rhythm, Kelly leaned over and kissed him. Licking his tongue. Sucking on it. Her hips began to move faster. Confidence growing, along with her momentum, she sat up straighter. Kodiak moved with her, the change in angle driving him deeper.
