Inheritance

Chapter 42

His kisses were cherry-coated, intentionally tailored to ruin me. It was irresistible the way his mouth took control over mine, wielding me to his every whim. The way our lips meshed so perfectly with one another had me silently pleading that the passionate lip locking session wouldn't come to an end. The moment I felt Kendall's endowed member flinch below me, something compelled me to grab the base of his long dick.

For the first time since we'd indulged ourselves in each other, I got a translucent feel of the real thing. My hand fully enclosed around his thick shaft, while he released a wasp-like grunt. His erotic sounds provided me with all the motivation I needed to begin panning my hand back and forth along his vascular stem, while he continued to determinedly ground his hips into me.

"Fuck, Sasha. I want to take you right here. Feel the way your tight pussy sucks me in." I moaned from his vulgar words, which caused my inner walls to begin spasming.

Do it. I found myself thinking, but didn't have the courage to outright say.

"I'll fuck you right here, over there, in the bedroom. On the front lawn. I honestly don't give a shit." He bucked, while his head fell in between my shoulders, and my hands began to commit to the work of performing my first handjob.

I repeatedly drew my hand over his daunting appendage, while he simultaneously whispered callous words beneath his breath. One of his hands rested along the wall near my head, as he attempted to diligently balance himself. I could feel his teeth graze along my collarbone, while he emitted a deep growl of pleasure. A cascade of butterflies began to form in the pit of my stomach from knowing I could get him as riled up as he got me.

Picking up the pace of my hand's ascent along his manhood, I extended my opposite hand to grip his balls. From how heavy they felt, I knew it was only a matter of time before he released his fruitful seed. Hopefully, onto me.

"Fuck, Sasha. I want you so bad." He muttered, while one of his hands roamed around my neck to grasp it fully. 

I tried to respond, but my vocal cords came out strained when Kendall tightened his vice-like grip around my neck. The look in his eyes was filled with hunger, while his thumb patiently stroked the midline of my neck. 

He was choking me. And, I liked it.

"Shit, I'm not sure I can last any longer." He muttered, his breaths coming out in staggered intervals.

"Then don't." I surprised myself by saying, as my thumb glossed over the slit on his pink tip. I felt even more of his precum while it leaked out, making sure to spread it around the neighboring area of his erect skin.

His tainted eyes locked on me, challenging me to succumb to his authority. I refused to do so, but felt my resolve falter when his hand returned to my clit. He flicked the sensitive nob, then twisted it enough to cause me to release a loud scream. My emittance of pleasure caused a visible smirk to temporarily appear over his presumptuous features.

The continued pattern of him teasing my clit and my resulting heavy screams carried on for another minute or so before there was a light knock on the door. Kendall seemed oblivious to the untimely intrusion, his guzzled concentration fixed on the steady work of my handjob.

When the knock came again, he seemed to snap out of his lustful trance, switching off the steamed water to better hear the voice on the opposite side of the door.

"Mr. Fine, someone's here to see you. They're waiting in your office study." Miranda spoke up from behind the door.

Of course, someone was interrupting us. Was it too much to ask for just a few minutes to ourselves?