16

KENNEDY

A long growl escaped his throat. “Are you sure?”

“Please? I want you to mark me, fuck me, bite me, claim me. Whatever it pleases you.” 

His eyes darkened even more to my plea. His nose flared. His jaw ticked before he clamped his mouth into me, kissing me with lust, passion, and raw. Our tongues dueled. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist as I guided his huge hard cock into my wet entrance. He was so tense, his veins protruding on his neck. His muscles were taut.

“Fuck!” 

My breathing held. God, he was so huge, stretching me. I was so wet, but it still hurt. It burned. But it felt it belonged to be there inside me.

“God.” He groaned against my ear, his breaths tickling me. Then he granted my wish—he fucked me. 

Hard.

He thrust and thrust and thrust without mercy. 

My breasts jiggled up and down. 

My back scraped against the soft