The Wrong Kind Of Love

Something Shifting

YULIA

The drive home felt different. Maybe it was because I was officially Kendrick's girlfriend now. Or maybe it was because I still couldn't believe any of this was real.

The city lights blurred past the window while a smile refused to leave my face.

Beside me, Kendrick glanced over. “What are you smiling about?”

I looked away quickly. “Nothing.”

“Liar.”

I laughed softly. “I just had a good night.”

His expression softened. “So did I."

By the time we reached the mansion, my heart felt impossibly full.

Kendrick came around to open my door, and I slipped my hand into his as we walked inside. We stopped near the staircase inside. Neither of us seemed eager to say goodnight.

“You should get some sleep,” Kendrick said eventually.

I smiled. “Probably.”

Yet neither of us moved. His hand tightened around mine. “Today was perfect.”

My chest fluttered. “It was.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze holding mine for a long moment before he kissed me.

“I want you now, Peaches.”

My pulse raced. “I’m all yours.”

Kendrick carried me bridal-style till we got to his room. The silky fabric cascades off my body like falling water, gathering at my feet.

His huge hands slid under my ass, and he lifted me. My back collided with the wooden surface of the door, and a gasp escaped from my lips. His hard mouth crashed into mine, merciless and unforgiving. Stealing my breath.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my fingers in his thick hair. And I kissed him back as if there was no tomorrow. As if we only have tonight. I surrendered to the moment, let myself fall off the wire, knowing exactly where I would land.

The coolness of the door disappeared. Only a slight awareness of being carried penetrated the haze gripping my mind. Nothing seemed to matter other than his ravenous lips and the warmth of his body as he clutched me to him. His presence surrounded me. Overwhelms me. In the best possible way. Like being possessed. Consumed. Claimed. And I want more. Need more…

I fell on the soft and satiny bed. Pillows. Sheets. I felt his mouth on the inside of my thigh. His palms glided up my legs, and his lips followed, trailing a line of light kisses up one side and then the other. He hooked his fingers around the strap of my thong over my left hip, and with a single sharp tug, my panties were no more. His lips continued their upward path.

Is he going to…? No, he can’t be.

Wetness rushed to the apex of my thighs. My pulse kicked up, heart beating wildly inside my chest as if trying to break free, each thud louder than the last as his mouth dragged dangerously closer to my p***y.

“Oh, God.” I gasped for breath.

The idea of Kendrick burying his face between my legs seemed preposterous. A man like him… One at a time, he grabbed the back of my knees and put my legs over his shoulders.

“Fuckkkk!” My cry of surprise morphed into a needy moan when I felt it. His tongue. Licking along my slit, laving between my folds.

I panted. My heart was beating like an erratic drum, and suddenly, there wasn’t enough air.

What is this man doing to me? His every touch… Sweet Jesus!

Everything inside me sang! Senses completely scrambled. Awashed in pleasure unlike anything else. Because of him. Because of what only he made me feel—this man, who instead of seeking his own thrills, seemed to be worshiping me.

My fingers raked through Kendrick’s strands, my back arching off the mattress as he feasted on my p***y. His strokes are fast, feral even; there’s no tenderness in his approach. No softness. Just raw claiming. Voracious appetite. Insatiable hunger.

I’m lost.

My body shuddered with each lick. Legs trembling. The coil in my core wound tighter and tighter. My body was taut. I couldn’t… I couldn’t hold on… His lips closed around my c**t, and he sucked hard on it. And I exploded.

A shrill scream erupted from me. My hips lifted, ready to take flight, but Kendrick’s strong arms held me down. All while his unrelenting tongue continued his ravenous, beautiful torment.

“I can’t get enough of you, Peaches.” He grunted, kissed me passionately on my lips, and stood up, watching me with hunger in his eyes as he undressed. He was rock hard.

With eyes as serious as the underworld, he stared me down, leaned down, then his big hands moved to my ass and squeezed my cheeks so hard he’d leave marks.

He lined his c**k to my p***y, and drove into me. Thrusting and filling me completely, making me gasp for air. He was huge!

“f**k!” He growled.

His lips trailed down my neck, slower this time, more certain.

“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered against my skin.

I barely had time to answer before everything blurred into him, into warmth, into the way he held me like he wasn’t planning to let go.

And I didn’t want him to.

His mouth collided with mine, seizing it in a fierce kiss. As our tongues battled, he pulled out, only to slam into me again. Hard. Harder. Again and again. His pace doesn’t let up.

My nails sank into Kendrick’s shoulders as I opened my legs wider, needing more of him. Wanting him closer. He pounded into me like a man possessed. My p***y throbbed with every thrust, my walls spasmed around his c**k.

I tore my mouth away only long enough to gulp a breath of air, then pulled him down for another kiss.

The coil in me wound and wound, and in a moment of dazzling fury, I detonated. Soaring to new heights. Rendered boneless. I can barely hold on. Utterly consumed by him. I gasped for breath while he pummelled me without mercy. Drove me to another peak.

Shittt!

“Kendrick… I… I need to cummm.” I moaned as I felt on edge, ready to c*m so bad.

“Mmmm… c*m for me, baby girl.” He commanded, and I did… my orgasm flowing like water.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then tensed as he released, emitting a deep moan that made goose bumps appear over my flesh. Then his hips pumped into me as he finished, his hard body tightening even more and creating rivers between the sections of muscles.

He shifted to the other side and pulled me to him, kissing me again.

“You’re stuck with me,” he said softly as he kissed my temple.

Heat bloomed across my cheeks instantly. “I’m all yours,” I whispered, unable to stop the shy smile tugging at my lips.

His fingers traced slow circles along my hips, careful and attentive.

“You good?” he asked, glancing down at me.

“I’m fine,” I reassured him, brushing my hand along his jaw.

We lay there for a while, enjoying the silence between us. I drifted into sleep in his arms.

Kendrick’s grip on me tightened slightly like he felt it too—something shifting between us.