enjoyebooks Chapter 21
Chapter 21
KAEL'S POV
This was a bad idea but I couldn't stop myself from kissing her. . My brain was screaming NO while my cock was throbbing like a goddamn jackhammer, begging for her. I couldn’t stop myself. I crashed my lips into hers, and for a second, I thought she’d pull away, slap me, maybe even knee me in the balls for good measure. But no—she kissed me back, hard and hungry, her tongue fucking mine like she was trying to steal my soul.
Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and I figured she had come to her senses. But when she looked at me, I could see the desire in her eyes. The desire I never got to see through the three years of our married life.
Before I could even stutter out a protest, she grabbed my hand, her fingers digging into my wrist like she was marking me as hers. She dragged me outside, her hips swaying like she was already imagining what she was about to do to me. The night air was cool, but my skin was on fucking fire.
“Open the car!” she barked, and I swear to God, I’ve never moved faster in my life. My hands fumbled with the keys, my cock straining against my zipper like it was trying to break free. The second the door clicked open, she shoved me inside, and I barely had time to catch my breath before she was on top of me, straddling my lap like she owned it.
Her lips crashed into mine again, and this time, there was no hesitation. She kissed me like she wanted to devour me, her tongue sliding against mine in a filthy rhythm that had me groaning into her mouth.
Her hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, clawing at my chest, pulling my hair like she wanted to punish me for every second we’d wasted.
Then she reached down between us, her fingers fumbling with my belt and zipper. I didn’t even have time to think before she yanked my cock free, and the way her eyes lit up when she saw it—like she’d just found her favorite toy.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she purred, her voice dripping with wicked amusement.
Before I could respond, she was grinding against me, her soaked panties rubbing against my shaft, and the heat of her was enough to make me see stars. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra with one hand and letting it fall away, her tits bouncing free like they were begging for attention. I didn’t waste a second—I grabbed them, squeezing and kneading like a man possessed, my thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard as fucking diamonds.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, as she reached between us again, pulling her panties to the side and guiding my cock to her entrance. The second the tip pressed against her, she sank down on me in one smooth motion, and I swear to God, I almost came right then and there. She was so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect.
She started moving, riding me with a rhythm that had me seeing fucking colors. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders as she moaned my name like a prayer. I grabbed her hips, helping her move faster, harder, until the car was rocking and the windows were fogging up from our heat.
“You feel so fucking good,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she leaned down to kiss me again.
I didn’t even have words—all I could do was groan, my hands roaming over her body like I was trying to memorize every inch of her. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath hot against my neck as she whispered filthy things in my ear that made my cock throb even harder.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, and I didn’t plan on it.
I flipped us over, pinning her against the seat and driving into her with everything I had. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and fuck, the sounds she was making—moans, whimpers, screams—it was like music.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her nails raking down my back.
“Me too,” I growled, my hips slamming into hers with a force that had the car shaking.
She came first, her body tightening around me like a vice as she screamed my name. The feeling of her clenching around me was enough to push me over the edge, and I buried myself deep inside her as I came harder than I ever had in my fucking life.
We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, the car still rocking slightly from the force of our fucking. She looked up at me, her eyes dark and satisfied, and for the first time in three years, I felt like we were finally on the same page.
“Round two?” she asked with a wicked grin.