24. Kelsey
Kelsey
Mine.
Twice in the last half hour two men had called Kelsey “mine.” One repulsed her. The other made her knees weak.
What was different about Kev?
They were practically identical. Both of them rode loud, obnoxious bikes. However, it was Kev’s that vibrated her soul when she sat on the back of it. He cursed like a sailor and took what he wanted from her. Yet there was something… a nuance to him that put her at ease.
The softness of his beard tickled her skin. He stole possession of the kiss—and her. Any resolve she had against getting into bed with him again shattered. He lit her body on fire. Her panties were soaked from the way he looked at her.
Kelsey had it bad for Kev.
“Get a room,” someone shouted from behind them.
Kelsey’s cheeks heated as their kiss ended abruptly. With his arm wrapped around her, Kev tugged her against his chest. From the corner of her eye, she watched him flip someone the bird.
“Fuck off,” he shouted.
Why was that endearing? On anyone else, she’d consider his vulgar sentiment a turnoff, but with Kev, it made her heart skip a beat.
Turning his attention back to her, he gripped her face gently in both hands as he sought her eyes.
The contrast between his harsh treatment of others and the tenderness he showed her astounded Kelsey. He was a beautiful contradiction that she couldn’t get enough of.
The fire behind his irises had butterflies flittering in her stomach.
There was a difference.
Pete viewed her as a conquest—a challenge. Kev viewed her with desire and need. He could be gentle with her, but when the situation called for it, he knew when to be rough and could effortlessly drive her wild. This made her drunk and desperate for more.
From everything she’d experienced with Pete, he hadn’t a clue about making her quiver. He didn’t care to. Being with Pete was about him and him only.
With Kev, there was so much more.
Which was both terrifying and thrilling.
“We should go inside,” she murmured.
He raised his eyebrows. “If I do, I’m not coming out until tomorrow.”
She’d never heard a more appealing threat in her life. The last thing she wanted him to do was leave. If she had her way, he’d chain her to the bed and torture her like he had before until the end of time.
“Would you believe I don’t have any plans tonight?” She grinned.
His chest vibrated with a rumbly growl. “You’re dangerous, Kitten.”
Her? She was the dangerous one? He was out of his mind!
Before she could say anything, his hands skittered down her sides, making her body tingle and her pussy clench in need. His fingers skimmed her hips before he took two giant handfuls of her ass and lifted her off the ground.
She squealed reflexively in a rush of panic. With wide eyes, she tilted forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She hadn’t been lifted like this since she was a child. Women her size weren’t afforded such luxuries, but to have Kev carry her to the door was dizzying.
This was the most romantic moment she’d ever experienced.
“Uh…” He paused. “Do you have a key?”
Nothing like reality to ruin the moment. Giggling, she nodded and dug through her bag. He crouched, not putting her down, so she could reach the knob.
She couldn’t stop laughing. This afternoon had gone from disastrous to sweet and absurd. This process would’ve been a lot easier had he just put her feet to the ground, but no. He refused. Kevlar was a delightful enigma she planned on enjoying for as long as he would let her.
Once unlocked, she twisted the knob, and he kicked the door in.
“Finally!” he shouted.
She snickered and tucked her head against his shoulder. This was happening. Unbelievable, but she wasn’t about to stop what was already in motion.
Kev carried her across the threshold and shut the door behind them. Now that they had privacy, what would happen? He continued through the living room and went straight to her bedroom. Anticipation had her heart fluttering in her chest.
Her stomach flipped when he tossed her onto the bed.
“Now I can properly devour you.”
Kevlar
Nothing tasted as sweet as honey directly from the comb. Kevlar’s mouth watered as he kicked off his boots and undid his belt and jeans while Kelsey similarly divested herself of clothing. She was a magnificent sight.
Other women who possessed as many curves as she did were embarrassed or hid themselves from his appreciation. Not Kelsey. From the way she dressed to how she fucked, she embraced everything about being a sexy plus-sized woman.
She lay on her back and spread her legs wide for him. His view was heavenly. Kev positioned himself between her thighs; he trailed his hand over the swells of her breasts and the roundness of her belly. She was a glorious goddess.
He dropped to his knees to worship at the altar of her pussy. The smell of her arousal had his cock straining and leaking pre-cum.
“Fucking mine,” he whispered as he traced his index finger along the glistening moisture of her slit.
He parted her lips and grinned at the sight of her clit, swollen and protruding beneath the hood of her shaven cunt. This woman was marvelous, bare and open for him, and only him.
“Three,” he said before he lapped at her inner folds.
“What?” she panted.
“You’re going to come three times for me,” he declared confidently.
Her thighs trembled when he flicked his tongue against her clit.
“After that, I’ll fuck you until we both pass out.”
Swirling his tongue, he teased her entrance before dipping two fingers deep inside her channel.
Kelsey arched her back. “Is that all you’ve got?” she said breathlessly.
Oh, hell yeah! Feisty. That’s exactly what he craved. Kelsey wasn’t a delicate wilting flower. She was a sassy woman who held her own. Nothing got his dick harder.
“You want more?” he asked before circling her clit with his tongue. “Just ask me, Kitten.”
“I want everything,” she groaned.
Music to his ears. Kevlar planned on giving her all that and so much more.
Sucking on her clit, he filled her pussy with three of his digits. He stretched and twisted them deep within her, making her tremble. Slowly, he dragged them back before slamming them deep inside her again. In and out, his fingers slid in the increasing wetness of her arousal.
His free hand fisted his cock. He squeezed the tip as more pearls of his need dripped from him. Taking his time, he teased her and himself. There was no need to rush this. They had all night. He intended to use every minute and every hour pleasuring her until she pleaded with him to stop.
He wouldn’t, but he longed for her to beg him.