Chapter Seven

Kenzie

I've lost it. If I have, I don't care. Losing it feels better than anything else has in my entire life.

James moves his giant hands up and over my chest, tearing off my clothes like a wild animal who's been caged for far too long. He's not built for slow and steady. He's hard, rough, and intense. That's what I want. It's what I need.

My bra is thrown on the floor somewhere, my panties with it. My dress is half off and the strap is torn. James is naked, standing before me with the body of a man who works hard. Really, really hard.

So, so,hard.

His cock stands at attention, long and thick. I have no idea how that's going in or how it's not going to hurt like hell, but I don't care. I want him inside me, pushing at my walls, filling me up.

"Bend over." His stare is intense and brooding. I like him like this. My very own beast, who only softens for me.

I do as he's asked and bend onto all fours in front of him, waving my ass back and forth like I've seen women do in porn. I realize I shouldn't be getting sex advice from pornography, but between that and raunchy romance novels, it's really all I have.

Had.

"Tell me why you're a naughty little girl," he groans, landing a smack on my ass. He's careful, but it's steady, and I'm sure he's left a mark on my bottom.

"I touched those men. I rubbed them. I made them feel good." He smacks my ass again, harder this time.

Fuck!

My clit throbs and my tits ache.

"What else?" There's an ache in his throat that I can't wait to satisfy.

"I wore a top that was too revealing."

He spanks me again.

God, I love this!

"Turn around and put your mouth on my cock."

A thrill skitters through my body as I turn toward him and take his giant cock into my mouth. For a moment, I lick and play, getting used to his size and trying to figure what I'm doing, but he has other plans.

"Your whole mouth on me, now."

I do as he's asked and take him in. rubbing my tongue on the tip as he holds my head on both sides and fucks my mouth, hard.

My heart is racing, and my stomach is shaking. I'm gagging on his length. Tears roll down my face as James stares down at me. "Good girl. Good fucking girl, sucking my cock like that. Don't stop. Take me all in, sunshine."

I'm gagging, but my pussy is so wet. It's wetter than it's ever been, aching, throbbing, desperate for him, for his touch. Then again, I'd love for him to spread hot come all over my face right now. So, either way, I win.

He pulls away from my mouth and bends me back, diving between my legs with desperation. His tongue moves over my clit and his teeth scrape the lips of my pussy.

This is everything. His touch, his breath, his hunger.

He leans up and rubs my clit against his rough hand, his gaze on me with intensity as he says, "I need you… now!"

I nod and he lifts one leg up over his shoulder and twists me to the side before sliding in slowly.

I like this position. I can see his face, he can see mine, and we're close. So, so, close.

His big hand lands on my face and cups my head gently as the other grips my ankle. "Tell me if it hurts."

I nod, but I'm lying. I'll never tell him. I know with pain comes pleasure and there's no way in hell his thick cock won't hurt sliding into me.

Dark eyes gaze into mine as he sinks deeper, groaning with relief as each inch invades my space.

"You're so tight, little girl. So, fucking tight." His voice is deep, and he watches my face carefully, ready to read each reaction.

I whimper as he sinks deeper. This part hurts. It's not terrible pain, more so pressure and a slight pinching.

"You're not okay." He brushes my hair back and slows his movement. "I'll ease up."

"No… don't! Fuck me hard!"

Sparks flash behind my eyes and I pant for air as I stare up at the giant beast on top of me. Even at half speed, he's thrusting hard and heavy.

Sweat drips off his chest and heat rushes over my skin. This is what I want forever. His heart against mine. His secrets, mine to keep.

"Fucking hell! I'm going to come!"

He reaches between us and rubs his thumb against my clit as he leans in and sucks my nipple, scraping his teeth across the soft flesh of my breast.

My toes curl. "Me too! Don't stop!"

He growls low and fucks me harder, like he owns me, like he'd do anything for me, like he needs me as much as I need him.

My pussy tightens around his cock and my muscles flex. I'm so close.

"Good little girl. Come on my cock, sunshine, while you stare at me. Don't look away!"

I gaze toward him, our eyes firmly on one another as I hold on to his biceps and lose control. One by one my muscles contract and spasm. I'm high, floating above the bed, twisting, convulsing, screaming, panting, groaning.

His rough hands land on my neck and his teeth scrape my shoulder.

I'm a puddle. A useless little puddle of pleasure.

I've never been happier.

"Tell me you're mine," he grunts, thumping into me over and over.

"I'm yours. I'm yours, James. Come inside of me. I want your come."

His eyes stay on mine as he pushes against me again and again until he tenses and growls out in pleasure.

I don't think I've ever seen anything more erotic in my life. This big, rugged, inked up man thrusting into me, grunting and growling like his life depends on it. Like he's been starving for me, and finally he gets to eat.

I blow out a heavy breath as he stares down at me. His hand is on my head, pushing hair back away from my face. His gaze is soft and sweet, almost like he's memorizing the way I look. More so though, there's a brightness I didn't see before. A crack. A window that's been opened. A piece of his heart that's been put back in place.

Hmm… maybe my blow jobs really were the cure.