Page 15 of Son of a Preacher Man
Beneath a tree, along the shore of Lake Michigan, the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted softly brushed his own. It was so unexpected, he was stunned for a second. Then instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, holding Kelly to him closer. Her fingertips, which were lightly grazing his cheeks, slid into his hair and he took over.
Deepening the kiss, her lips parted. Kodiak slipped his tongue inside, and holy fuck, was she delicious. Coffee and cookies. Mocha and hazelnut. Those feelings came flooding back. And it was New Year’s all over again.
Breaths staggering, he nipped her bottom lip. “What are you playing at, Kelly?”
Her answer was to kiss him once more.
Fingers gripping her hair, Kodiak pressed his cock, stiff and achy in his pants, between the thighs that straddled him. She whimpered, an encouraging sound, and kissed him harder. So, he reached inside the pink scalloped lace, her plump breast in his hand. Tearing his lips from hers, he squeezed it. “Answer me.”
“Nothing.”
“No, it’s something.” He smirked, his thumb rubbing circles on her nipple. But what? “What are you after?”
“A friend.”
“Heh.” Kodiak sucked that nipple deep into his mouth, biting it before he let go. “A friend, huh?”
“Fuck,” Kelly squealed. “Yes, a friend.”
“Unzip.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” The word was simple enough to understand, wasn’t it? “Unzip.”
Her head swiveled from side to side, surveying the area around them.
“No one can see.” Kodiak grinned. “Now give me that pussy.”
Kelly pulled her zipper down.
He lowered her jeans just enough to get his hand between her legs. Warm and wet, his fingers slid over smooth, shaved lips. “Very nice.”
His index finger delved, seeking the source of her sweetness. Kodiak pushed it all the way up inside, her tight, slick heat seemed to welcome him. He withdrew, only to push his way back in again, and she made that sound. “This what you wanted, Kelly?”
Biting her lip, her head frantically bobbed up and down.
“Want me to fill up this pretty little pussy?” Her lip between his teeth, Kodiak eased another finger inside her.
She moaned, the sound a long and drawn-out release.
“Want to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Ask me to fuck this pussy.” He licked up the column of her throat. “And do it nicely.”
“Here?”
“Right here, baby.” The corner of his mouth ticked up, his thumb pressing on her clit.
“Fuck my pussy.” Kelly clamped her fingers around his wrist. “Please, Kodiak. I need to know what it feels like.”
Then sealing her lips with his, he fucked her with his fingers until she came.
Kodiak pulled his hand out from between her thighs. “Fix your pants before someone comes and sees you.” Then he licked the deliciousness from his fingers. “Friends don’t do this.”
“Your friends do, don’t they?”
