He cups my face and gives me a long kiss that fires my desire and makes me wet. He brushes a thumb over my cheek. “Hell, is there anything I wouldn’t do for you, Six?”
I burrow against him, loving the feel of being in his arms.
Finally, pulling back, he strokes his thumb over my lower lip, and his eyes drop to my chest. “Show me your tits, pretty baby.”
I don’t hesitate, tugging the plackets until the snap pops open.
“Goddamn, sweetheart. Do you know how gorgeous you are? I want to fuck you right now, right here. You gonna let me?”
“Yes.”
He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the couch, then bends me over the arm. I hear his zipper, and the head of his cock circles the entrance to my pussy.
“Goddamn. You’re good and wet, and I’m about to explode.”
“Take me,” I pant, and he thrusts into me, his warm palm moving up my spine.
“There’s my girl. So hot and ready for me.”
He drags each stroke out until I need more and push against him.
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging in and holding me immobile. With every stroke, he hits that magic spot that has me writhing and bucking, needing more.
His fingers come around my hip and dive between my legs. He works my clit, knowing just the right amount of pressure and speed. That combined with what his dick is doing to my g-spot, I’m barreling toward an orgasm.
“Oh, God. Yes.Yes.”
His fingers ramp up their speed, and I fly over the edge into ecstasy, using the cushions to muffle my screams.
I fall back to earth, panting, all my nerve endings super sensitive from the orgasms that just rocked my world. I can feel the wetness coating him as he slides in and out of me.
He pulls me up so my back is pressed to his chest. It changes the angle, making it even more intense on my g-spot. I moan and wiggle.
Keno cups my breasts, his thumbs strumming my engorged and sensitive nipples.
It feels so damn good. His arms lock around my ribs, pinning me, and then he picks up his pace, our skin slapping together.
Keno curls forward and bites my shoulder. I moan and come hard. He grunts, and with three strokes, he’s right behind me.
I drag in a ragged breath, feeling like I could sink to the floor, but his strong arms keep me on my feet.
He kisses my temple. “Sweet Jesus, Maggie. That was good.”
“So good.”
He turns me to face him and smooths my hair from my face. “You get that anything I do, I do to keep you safe and protected, right?”
I frown at his strange words. “Yes, why?”
The sound of a motorcycle carries to me, drawing my eyes to the window. “Is someone coming?”
He stands and grabs his mug. “Better get dressed, baby. We’ve got company.”
I dash to the bedroom and dress in what I was wearing last night, then find a brush and run it through my hair. When I come back out, there are several paper bags of groceries sitting on the kitchen island.
On the floor by the door is my pink duffel bag.
I frown and move out the door to find Keno on the porch, sipping his coffee.