Inheritance

Chapter 42

As if he could sense my flailing uncertainty, Kendall shifted his pronounced rod, so that it now lied directly against the collecting moistness pooling between my legs. When I felt his tip brush sparingly against my opening, my suspicions had been confirmed.

Kendall's manhood was currently pulsating directly along my throbbing center, prodding at my entrance but not adding the requisite level of pressure needed to penetrate through.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to put anything inside you. Yet." He disclaimed, seeming to pick up on the way my meager body had piteously tensed up in alarm.

"Kendall, I-" I began, but he brought his index finger to my lips, purposefully cutting me off mid-sentence. 

Instead, the incredulous man continued to tease my entrance by gliding his dick along my feeble canal. He used my seeping arousal to collect enough of the amassed fluid to persistently slide his prominent appendage against my aching core.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good against me, Sasha." He encouraged, his appendage continuing to sail against my tunnel, soliciting a steady moan from me once he'd reached my clit.

The sensual sound I emitted seemed to serve as further encouragement for him to launch his hips forward, so that his pelvis came into ripe contact with my butt. The erotic noises that resulted from each time his wet pelvis hit my even wetter ass helped create the illusion of us having sex. 

The act itself was raunchy, yet felt so right. 

A few minutes went on before Kendall roughly gripped my hip and led us to the shower wall. From there, he urgently flipped me around so that my back was pinned harshly against the cool surface. It wasn't long before one of his hands reached possessively around my thigh to hook it behind his lower back. 

Once again, he'd returned his shaft to the epicenter of my arousal. In this new position he'd instigated, I could feel even more of his hard dick while he provokingly rubbed it against me. My needy hips began to follow along with the appeasing movement, as I synchronously gyrated my waist towards his groin.

"You're a fast learner, baby. I like that." Kendall hummed in between rounds of our lower bodies profusely colliding together. His hands reached for my breasts, squeezing and groping them along the lightest corners of his fingertips. The combination of it all was just too much stimulation for me to bear at once.

"Kendall, it's too much." I moaned, though I knew in my mind that I'd literally kill him if he chose to stop his tempestuous actions at a time like this.

"What's too much, Sasha? I haven't even stuck a finger, let alone my cock inside you." He jeered, thought there was something rather melancholy about his warning.

"Kiss me." I croaked, trying to add a necessary distraction to my impending orgasm. 

When one of his hands eagerly travelled to my butt, he squeezed ferociously at the soothing flesh. The impact of his hand meeting my skin resulted in a loud slapping noise that echoed across the bathroom walls, while our hips continuously met.

The way the shower booth filled with an equivalent mixture of his crisp groans and my soft whimpers cascaded into one unanimous symphony. His opposite hand that was tethered to my thigh also ventured higher to my ass, giving it another loud slap as he began to squeeze and prick at the needy flesh using all ten of his digits.

I was prevented from releasing a concentrated moan, when his fruitless mouth immediately came clamping onto mine. His tongue wasted no time in invading my insides, sculpting over my teeth, tongue, and inner gums. I hummed along to whatever song he sang, while his tongue reached for the roof of my mouth. One of my hands ventured to his scalp, pulling on the ends of his wet hair, so that he could lower his head and I'd be granted more access to his irresistible lips.