1 comments/ 19174 views/ 14 favorites Kendrick Reaches It for Missy Ch. 01 By: cushioned4it "Need a hand?" Frustrated by the lack of height that meant she would need either a step stool or the help of the man leaning in through her office door, Melissa let her reaching arms fall to her side with a slap against her upper thighs. "I don't know why they don't make these storage closets with lower shelves," she complained. If it was up to Kendrick, everything Melissa needed would be stacked just outside of her reach. The woman had a spectacular little body and when he saw it stretched with her hands high over her head, his mind easily envisioned her lying in his bed with her small hands holding on to the rungs of his headboard. It was an easy leap because he had spent the past eight months noticing how her suit skirts hugged the bubble of her ass, and how her short slender legs bunched muscularly as she walked in those needle sharp stiletto heels. Her shirts weren't as form fitting as those skirts, but more than once, he'd caught glimpses of an impressive cleavage that bisected two largely rounded breasts. Those brief glances had made him want to clear off the nearest surface, rip open the buttons of her silk blouses and bury his face in the bounty of her chest while he plunged his hard cock into her wet little pussy. Eight months of intense jack-off sessions two or three times a day, because she rioted every nerve of his libido. As Kendrick moved behind her, Melissa forced herself to take the necessary steps out of the small utility closet. He was so big and she knew, knew, that he would smell like twelve sins for the price of one. She also knew that if she relaxed the casual business relationship that they shared even a fraction, she would be climbing his lithe body in one single bound. Or, that's how she imagined she would react, so she merely nodded her gratitude as he turned those smiling chocolate brown eyes toward her. "You only want me around because I can reach all the good spots." Hell yes! There were some nooks and crannies he would likely fill nicely, but she ignored those thoughts to add a few more feet to their distance. Once she was safely out of licking range, she silently admitted that there were hundreds of spots she wanted him to reach, so she briefly allowed herself a moment to wonder about the remote chance of seducing him into a steamy romp across her desk. He pulled down the client binder with hardly a reach, and his position gave the full view of his broad shoulders and a very tight rear end. She allowed herself another five seconds to ogle the younger man's body. Then she moved behind her desk to address her colleague in a respectable tone that relayed none of her inner feelings. "I greatly appreciate your help, Kendrick. Thank you." She watched the dimples around his smile dip into view as he lifted an arm against the door jamb to lean against it. The ribbed edge of his short sleeved polo shirt revealed the black swirl of a tattoo, and even though Melissa wanted to trace the inked lines against his bicep with the tip of her tongue, she turned away from the gorgeous site in her closet's doorway to find something busy looking to do. Kendrick watched passively while she straightened a desk planner and then restacked a pile of folders at the corner of her desk. He wondered if she was curious to why he was in her office, but she seemed so intent on reorganizing her already neat desk to even notice he was there. He supposed it shouldn't surprise him, considering she was a senior executive with a good fifteen years of age on him. But, thanks to the news he was about to divulge, he would quickly be moving the lines of separation, closer to meeting. Straightening to his full height, Kendrick strolled purposefully across the plush carpeting to lower himself into a chair next to her desk. He wouldn't complain about the view she afforded by keeping her back to him, but he needed to deliver the news first hand, before she read it in a memo or sterile e-mail. He opened his mouth, but feared his voice might not come out as strong as he needed it to be, so he cleared his throat. "Melissa, I need you to have a seat." His tone was one that said she needed to start looking for another job, so he made sure to meet her gaze with a friendly smile to smooth out the scene. He chuckled when she turned widened eyes on him, with one lifted eyebrow, as if to ask if he knew who he was addressing. It was adorably hot, and it further fueled his raging libido, instead of the nonverbal warning intended by the look. He blinked heavily, but then met her gaze with a quizzical one that bordered on teasing. She knew he hadn't meant any disrespect by asking her to have a seat, but his tone was one he never used and it surprised her to hear it. For the past eight months, he was nothing but sweet and helpful. Not that he was rude just then. But his tone just didn't fit with the image she'd forced herself to maintain when dealing with him. He sounded like a man that knew what he wanted, how he wanted it done, and how long it needed to take to get it done. Melissa wanted to maintain the same cool indifference she'd used in the past, but something about the way he was looking at her said he could see right through her. On shaky legs, Melissa plopped down into the manager's chair behind her desk and folded her trembling fingers in her lap to keep him from seeing her raw nerves. Normally, she only dealt with him for a few seconds at a time, so it had been easy to keep herself cool and detached in his company. She was afraid her voice would come out as shaky as the rest of her body, so she nodded curtly to let him know that he had her unwavering attention. Kendrick leaned back in the chair, crossed one leg at the ankle over his knee, and gazed directly into her blue eyes. He wanted to tell her everything he wanted to do to her, but was determined to let his hard earned plan play out. "I wanted to tell you in person, that we have been chosen to manage McCormandy's account." He watched her facial expressions shift from surprise, to joy. From confusion, and then to a look of accomplishment. When her head cocked slightly to the side, he knew it was the first sign of a brewing storm. "Thirty days, Melissa." He leaned forward in his chair to pin her with a fierce glare. "If you see any reason that I can't do this, I'll resign at day thirty-one." This was happening way too fast. First, he told her that the promotion she was working toward was theirs, and that she would have to spend nearly every hour of the work day with him. He didn't say it out loud, but that's the level of commitment that the account would need. She had access to his personnel file, so she knew he graduated from the University of Texas at the top of his class with an MBA. He probably believed she thought he wasn't qualified to do the job. She knew he was more than capable, and wondered why he was wasting time settling for a co-management role when he should have his goals set toward higher management positions. It didn't make any sense, and she seriously worried that he'd mistake her previous treatment of him as a sign that she didn't believe in his talent. Seeing no way out of it, she threw up her hands and collapsed back into her chair. When she was sure of what she wanted to say, she put aside her stuffy personality and made sure to look him directly in the eyes when she spoke. "You mistook my apprehension, Kendrick." She took a deep breath and continued. "You and I will be traveling extensively together. Have you had the chance to explain that to your girlfriend?" She half expected him to laugh and then ask why she thought an old woman would make his girlfriend jealous or upset. He didn't. He blinked slowly, but maintained eye contact to deliver his nearly whispered reply. "No girlfriend, Missy." Nobody had called her Missy in so long that the name sounded foreign and strange to her ears. She decided she liked it, but then wondered why her closest friends called her Melissa. He was likely used to shortening names for ease in texting, she supposed, but she couldn't help but wonder why nobody ever called her Missy. Melissa was a woman who wore sensible clothing to earn respect in the business world. Her brown highlighted hair was gathered into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and she most always put it up the same every day. Melissa, she understood, was the corporate woman. So, who was Missy? Caught up in her musing, she nearly missed Kendrick's return question. "Are you trying to figure out a way to tell your husband you'll be traveling with his competition?" She snorted and held out her left hand for inspection. "That, my dear boy, is a divorce ring not a wedding ring." She wiggled her fingers to display the rainbows of color shimmering from the cluster of diamonds and remembered the fire and determination she had the day she picked it out. Other than making sure the jeweler's inspection was met every six months, she hadn't really looked at it in a very long time. Then, as if she needed reminded that there were a lot of things she hadn't done in a long time, Kendrick's deep laughter caused the toes in her pointed shoes to curl. He glanced to the clock behind her desk and noted that they were now dealing on personal time. It was a-quarter-to-six, which meant the past forty five minutes had been wasted on business manners he hadn't needed to maintain. Especially now that he knew she wasn't married. He heard that she was divorced, but had no idea how desperately he wanted to hear it from her mouth, before believing it as truth. A major weight lifted from him, and he moved with gut instinct to invite her to dinner to celebrate their joint promotions. Of course, she turned him down. It wasn't a shock, but a letdown. He knew she'd need a little time to acclimate to his terms, but knew patience had gotten him this far already. Eventually, he'd win her over. A month later, after a six hour layover in Miami and a throbbing headache, Kendrick growled when the chick behind the hotel's desk flirted a little too openly with him. He hadn't been laid in close to a year, and even though Chelsea wanted him to have a good evening, he seriously doubted she could deliver on the barely veiled promise. There were a lot of things he seriously doubted these days. As he stomped up the stairs to the second floor, he remembered back to the week before when Melissa had put him starkly in his place. She claimed that she wasn't the type of woman to mix business with pleasure, and had stopped taking dinners with him while they traveled. Then, this morning he'd received a message from the front desk that she had taken an earlier flight. For the past eight and a half hours he had a lot of time to think about what he planned to do, and held that proof in his right fist as he pounded on her door. "Who is it?" His headache didn't permit a sense of humor so he let his frustration and humiliation run rampant. "Who the fuck do you think it is?" "Would you stop yelling?" Her voice grew louder as her footsteps moved closer to the door. "It won't make the door open any faster." Standing partially in the opening of the doorway, Melissa wore a red silk robe that reached to the middle of her thighs. By the way she clutched at the lapels, he'd guess she just threw it on to answer the door. If he second guessed his decision earlier, Kendrick now knew what needed to be done. He held out the crinkled letter close to her face, let it drop from his hand, and crowded into her with a feral determination. "I resign." The door closed loudly behind him as he lifted her high enough to slam his mouth against hers. "Fucking driving me crazy." He wanted her to respond by kissing him back, but she turned her head and drew in a deep shocked breath. "I don't want this, Kendrick!" He hefted her higher to slide against his hard cock and let her back rest against the wall next to the door. Her chin lifted to draw in a pleasured sigh, so he shifted his hips to apply more pressure to her pussy. "I have wanted you for nine months, Missy." He nipped the side of her jaw as he continued speaking. "I have had a fucking hard on for nine months." He ground into her again to prove his point and growled in triumph when four sharp nails raked over his scalp as she pulled him in to a hard, sexy kiss. Bed. He needed a fucking bed, or he was going to fuck her hard and fast where he stood. He slowly lowered her to her bare feet and chuckled at their height difference without her six inch heels. Damn. She looked even hotter in bare feet with her toe nails painted with glittery pink polish. He only had a second to appreciate the peek-a-boo view that her robe had with her hot pink bra and matching panties, before two small hands yanked at his belt and unfastened him with an ease that surprised him. She made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, to his disappointment, with every button still intact. Then those sharp nails raked the bare skin of his chest and abdomen as she smiled up at him from long dark lashes. "For the past nine months, I've wanted to lick your sexy young body and do things to you I know none of the girls in college would ever do to you." Fuck. She was hot. Hotter than he'd anticipated. He thought he was going to be the one to seduce her, but she was stripping him out of shoes, socks, FUCK—underwear, and trailing those small hands over muscles and tendons he hadn't realized were as sensitive as they were. "You said you wanted to lick." He nearly wheezed when her face lined up with his cock. "Go on, baby. Put me in your mouth." "Mmmm. It's so hard." Finding a pearl of precum about to drip from the slit, she pushed her tongue out to lick it away. He was about nine inches long, and the circumcised head was about the size and feel of a small plum. She parted her lips and ran her lips and tongue down every veiny inch until everything but the cockhead was wet with saliva. She flattened her tongue to lick along the center of his balls and when she heard his quick groan of pleasure she licked her lips while staring up into his dazed eyes. "Mmmmm. Now I can fuck you with my mouth." He nearly whimpered at hearing such dirty words come out of her mouth, but lost his cool entirely at the sight of her open mouth sliding over the head, and further down his shaft. It was like his brain needed a second to override the visual pleasure with the physical heat and glide of her sucking mouth. His libido said he had wanted this woman and her talented mouth for nearly a year, and then it reminded him that he hadn't had more than solo sex in that same amount of time. It said he should give in to the excitement and feel of the woman around his dick, but then she wrapped her fist around the base to angel him better and his curiosity won over his libido. She tilted her chin up and with the sexiest sounds of slurping and loud breathing, he felt the head of his cock move past the muscles in the back of her throat. She bobbed once, twice, and then FUCK! All nine inches disappeared past her lips and he couldn't hold back his shout of surprise. "Holy fuck, Miss! Fuck baby. Fuck!" He had seen women deep throat men in porn, but now he understood how it looked in first person, and how amazing it felt. The suction and heat gliding over all nine of his inches caused his toes to curl in pleasure. Just when he thought it wouldn't or couldn't get better, she grabbed his right hand from his side and guided it to the back of her head. She came off of him long enough to give directions with short gaspy words. "Fuck my mouth, baby." She pushed her mouth down on him, twisted her head back and forth like she was a hybrid between a vacuum and a washing machine, and then lifted to poke the tip of her tongue into his piss slit. "I want your fist in my hair, while you fuck my mouth." It was the hottest sexiest words he'd ever heard, and even though he was trained by past lovers to be gentle, his baser instincts took over. At first, he moved in short shallow strokes, but then she growled in frustration. In jerky movements, she tugged out two hair combs. Then she forcefully grabbed his left hand, placed it on the back of her head, and took him down her throat. His hands naturally balled into fists at the sublime feeling, and when he heard her whimper of approval, he caged the back of her head with his fingers to slam into her like he'd never allowed himself to do. "Fuckin' take it." He growled the words as his hips moved back to force another stroke into her hot mouth. He had fantasized about this hundreds of times, so once he let go of his moral code, he felt a freedom to say and do whatever he wanted. "Sexy little slut. You fucking love my dick. Don't you baby?" "Ung-ung-ung." "So hot, baby. So fucking hot. Damn. I'm gonna cum. I'm fucking cumming. Fuck!" His hands fell from her gorgeous hair as the first blast of cum scalded out of his dick, and while his entire body went on the most intense orgasm of his life, he felt her eager mouth working to draw out another searing blast. His tongue throbbed with ticklish delight, while the rest of his body pulsed with little electrical zings of pleasure. He wondered if the little vixen knew how his body would respond, because after he'd released the final pulse of cum, her small hands smoothed over his thighs, down his shins, over his ass and then over his torso. "You really know how to seal an iron clad IOU, babe." He looked down in amusement as the tip of her tongue traced the intricate details of a tattoo on his right bicep. Then, he caught her around the waist to strip her from her robe. "My turn." Kendrick Reaches It for Missy Ch. 02 "You don't want to see me naked." Melissa clutched the cloth of her lapels tightly together with one hand, while she poked the front and back parts of the robe's lower seam between her legs. She tried ducking away in the impromptu shorts jumper, while envisioning the stretch marks over her abdomen and breasts. This was one in the dozen reasons why she hadn't flung him against her desk a million times in the past. The body of a mother with three sons had a tendency to look in desperate need of a good ironing. The man was steamy hot, sure. But, not in the way she sincerely wished. "Unless you have a dick, I want to see you naked." Kendrick's long fingered hand smoothed over her ass to pull her toward him again, but she spun cannily away and lifted up a hand to pat the air between them in a stopping gesture. He laughed at her harried expression, but immediately quieted when he noticed that the post she'd manned over her lower half, had been abandoned to keep him at bay. The robe caped away from the hand clenched at her breasts and worked like quotation marks around the sensuality of her body. On the downward appraisal of her hand and ribcage, a small spark of color caused his jaw to cramp from the instant onslaught of his saliva glands pumping out enough drool that he could drench a three alarm fire. A small heart shaped gem glimmered from the center of her navel. By the way his dick jumped at the sight, he imagined it was just as stunned as he was by the scene before them. Melissa watched the humor fade from Kendrick's eyes a second before his chin lifted slightly. The man truly was gorgeous. The muscles in his jaws clenched to push dimples at the sides of his mouth, and his straight nose twitched with flared nostrils that turned his young face into a fierce mask of unharnessed lust. Forget licking. She wanted to take a nibble or even a bight along that hard jaw line. Her heart was beating so fast and she couldn't quite take in a full breath. If she didn't know any better, she would swear she was caught up in a full-fledged swoon. She clamped her thighs together to add needed pressure to her throbbing pussy, and heard the gentle snap of juicy slickened skin sliding into place. That barely audible click drew Kendrick's intense gaze to the center of glimmering wet thighs. A dark pink spot in her panties gave him every indication that he had to get past the barrier of those damned clothes. His cock jumped again like a damn animal yanking against a leash, so he figured he owed it a little pet for the pain he was inflicting on it. Bunched muscles pushed thickened veins along Kendrick's forearm and hand, as long slender fingers curled around his cock. Melissa's mouth dropped open on a low moan when his hand smoothed down the hard length. The slow slide up and down—up- then slowly, slowly down, caused another click to sound from her clenching pussy. In all of her thirty nine years, she had never seen a man pleasure himself and now that she had, her body jerked it's response with a forceful throb in her gut and cunt. "Oh fuck!" Her voice came out a few octaves higher than her normal tone, sounding her surprise in a short gasp. Now it was Kendrick keeping a tightened five finger reign on his cock as it lunged again. "Did you just cum?" Her bottom lip trembled while she stood with her chin hefted higher to help her draw in needed air. She knew she should care about stuff- important something stuff, but damn she couldn't think past the sight of Kendrick's hand fisted around a swollen perturbed looking dick. Poor, sweet, baby man. Once she was sure what had happened to her, she nodded jerkily and then pouted out her sultry reply. "A little." A growl rumbled out from Kendrick as he pointed a snapping hand toward the bed in the adjacent room. "Get your ass on that fucking bed." He watched her blink in surprise. Twice. His hand fell away from his dick and in two long strides, he felt it team up with his other hand to lift her from where she stood. Once he figured out what his body was about, he expected her to flail or punch or put up some sort of token protest. Damn to his caveman, but fuck yeah to the green light on a full open throttle with tires and fuel to burn. He tossed her onto the bed and watched the robe slide off of her gorgeous tits and open the view to a spectacularly tight little body. Her body bounced once, and in the time that it took to bounce a second time, Kendrick had her panties down past her knees. Before she could respond or move or any-fucking-thing else, he forcefully flipped her to her belly, yanked open the hooks on her bra, and then flipped her over to her back again. All the movement stirred up her musky fragrant scent, and he face planted onto her left thigh to lick at the juice that slickened her wet skin. Due to the thick aroma surrounding her, his body wafted along her scent as he lapped a flat tongue over the baby soft skin from her knee to her thigh joint. It was so fucking good! It was his favorite dessert... a sumptuous meal from a five star restaurant... mmmm. He nibbled and licked along both of her open thighs until the flavor was completely washed away. Like a sinner on Fat Tuesday, Kendrick decided to get Thanksgiving full when he saw the glistening cum all over her bald pussy lips. But it would have to wait, because his woman was fucking blowing his mind with the things she was doing with her tits. Cursing gravity and the laws of nature, Melissa pushed her breasts together in fear that they would wander off to each arm pit, or beyond. And since her nipples were now less than an inch apart, she traced the tip of her index finger across the overly sensitive protrusions and felt her frustration dwindle away. When they were perky and headstrong in her twenties, she never could have wrangled both nipples to kiss like they currently were. With her fingers fanned out over both sides of the globes, she jiggled them back and forth to rub both nipples together. Kendrick's mouth closed over the kissing spot and she moaned out her approval. His tongue dipped between the two tight nubs, simultaneously sparking pleasure in both nipples. She felt his fingers cage the sides of her breasts and lay panting as he rubbed and licked and bit at them. By the way he hummed and groaned, she supposed the added jiggle hadn't put him off. His eagerness in rooting his chin in her cleavage managed to have a similar effect on her also. Her chin was pushed into the center at the top of her tits, while his chin burrowed at the bottom. She felt the trail of his precum along her inner thigh as he rubbed his cock head back and forth over the soft skin. She tried to peek over the mounds to see his shoulders and chest, but the movement only forced her face even further into her own tits. Kendrick saw her lift her head. The size and malleability in the flesh meant he was likely about to see the hottest fucking sight, his mind could currently concoct. Gripping her beneath her right breast, he left off sucking on both nipples—at the same fucking time. Fuck-ing hot. He moved only six inches to nip her bottom lip, and urged her tit just a little higher. He licked into her mouth; moving it a little bit higher. He ground his cock into the closed seam of her thighs while he goosed another two inches of her tit to the bottom of his lower lip. Shit! Fucking hell. This was so fucking hot, he would likely end up with a heat stroke, but he lipped her nipple while he tongued the jagged edges of her little white teeth. Coaxing her tongue to come out and play, he licked at her lips until he felt the tip of her tongue dart out and lick the dimple at the corner of his mouth. He finally kissed her forcefully, and felt his teeth scrape over her lips, heard the clash of their teeth while they both breathed like rabid animals, and pushed her nipple solidly between both of their kissing lips. It took him a second to arrange his mouth the way he wanted, but once he did, Melissa's sexy tit easily slid in and around their kissing lips and tongues. Being the greedy bastard he was, he pulled her other breast into their play, and then encouraged her to take over completely. At first, she made dainty little licks over one nipple and then the other, while meeting his gaze with a seductively teasing stare. Kendrick wanted to turn up the heat a few more notches so he nodded appreciatively and gave instructions. "Suck them. I want to watch those pretty white teeth and your sexy little tongue fuck those big nipples." His tone, the command in his voice, and the feel of her teeth squeezing her nipples made her pussy clench out another small orgasm. Her hips bucked with the quick jab but then she felt Kendrick's hot tongue lapping along her rib cage, his straight teeth rake the sensitive skin around her navel, and a gentle tug at the belly ring nestled in the small indentation of her belly. He bit the skin just beneath there, and growled. "Missy. You have one fantastic little body." He bit her again a little harder before easing his body further down the bed. Lifting her knees, he separated her legs and then crawled forward until he could feel the backs of her thighs on his shoulders. Oh baby. Thanksgiving in May. He lowered his head, breathed in her amazing scent for a few breaths, and then he pulled her sexy pussy lips apart with his thumbs. A bead of creamy wetness trickled a slow slide from her little pink hole, and he caught it greedily with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered pleasantly around the nipple in her mouth. Kendrick couldn't believe the gorgeous sight laid out in his direct line of vision. In close up view, he had a dripping hot cunt, bare and slick with cum. But in the same shot, he could see her alternating between pushing her nipples together into a kiss, or licking and sucking on the tender flesh. The shiny hot-pink nail polish on her manicured nails boosted it up another notch, if that was even possible. Sort of like trying to get a higher volume after the dial was already cranked to the extreme. He thanked her for the view by licking his flattened tongue from her tail bone, over her puckered little hole, along the slit of her pussy and then he ground it over her hooded clit. The woman's pussy worked like it was on tap because every time he did something she liked, it responded with a trickle of sweet cum. He ringed the horseshoe of her labia lips with his lips stretched over his teeth, applied the same pressure on the tendons of her thighs, and then caught another tongue load of juiciness from her hot little hole. His cock was so hard from listening to her soft moans, and watching her body respond to his mouth. He gave her hole the same treatment he'd given her mouth earlier, by pushing his tongue deep into the tight crevice like the hottest French kiss in existence. It had been so long since any man had opened her up with his mouth, and none had made it feel so erotic, by using his lips, teeth, and tongue all over her pussy. Most wanted to concentrate on stabbing their tongues at her clit, but Kendrick's technique felt like someone had mind tricked him into believing he was eating a melting ice cream cone. He curled his long fingers to push down on the bulb of her labia and he gently sucked at her clit while moving the flat of his tongue in little circles over it. She could hear him hum and growl while he breathed frantically, but his mouth moved like he was performing one of the sexiest kisses she'd ever, ever, received. She could blissfully slide into a low burning orgasm if he kept it up, but he pushed a long finger deep inside while eating his ice cream, and pulling pressure from the top with his other hand. He didn't fuck into her hole for the sake of pushing something in and out of a pussy. With Kendrick, he used the entire pad of his index finger in a rocking motion of his wrist that kept constant pressure along the top wall of her cunt. "Kendrick." She gasped in a sharp inhalation of air. "You're go- Oh fuck, you sexy stud. Oh fuck yes!" She breathed when she remembered she needed to, but panted whatever words that wanted to slide over her tongue while she rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "I think I need- Oh fuck. You love my juicy little pussy." He hummed his agreement, and while maintaining the constant pressure of his finger and his other hand, he increased the speed of his massaging finger. "Yes?" She seemed a little confused but half a second later, she purred forcefully. "Yes, you fucking love it." Her hips rocked gently back and forth in short rhythms, and for the second time that night, sharp nails raked over his scalp in her haste to push her fingers into his hair. A shiver ran down his shoulders and back. He groaned as he flattened his tongue over her clit to grind it against her pelvic bone and watched as her back arched in pleasure. Fuck yeah! Nothing sweeter than hearing your name panted from a hot dirty mouth, while watching a pair of sexy tits bounce. "Ken- oh fuck, baby. Kendrick? I think- I." With a low sultry tone replacing the panting bursts of speech, her voice lowered several octaves. "Damn gorgeous. You sexy fucker. Ah-." Small fists balled tightly in his hair as her pussy grabbed his finger hard, and held it in a tight embrace for four—five—seven seconds. Then her back arched completely off of the bed as her orgasm slammed over her body like a pulse blast of a bomb. He removed his mouth from her clit but hooked his index finger deep inside to add more pressure to the spot that would appreciate it the greatest. He'd felt her pussy flutter four little squeezes, but when he applied more force on her g-spot, it hugged tightly around his finger for a solid ten seconds. Kendrick Morrison had just rounded second, when he felt more of the gentle twitching flexes of her inner muscles. He backed off on the pressure as he minded the spasms, but he hadn't reached his goal quite yet. Finally, as he increased the firm movement of his finger, warm liquid squirted against his neck and chin. With her cum wetting his upper chest, Kendrick briskly moved over her body, straddled her ribs, and swatted his hand through the slick liquid slipping along his upper torso. He didn't give time to thought, as he quickly massaged the juice onto the open crevice between her breasts. Spitting into his palm, he made his cock slippery wet and then cupped his hands around each one of Melissa's glorious tits. Through the valley he made by pushing her breasts together, his dick slid into the fold. Kendrick watched as the head of his dick burrowed out of the forced cleavage to rake against her upper chest. Then his hips snapped back to make the return trip through that tight wet heat. "Gah!" He pushed her tits harder together, not worrying or caring about anything but the pleasure that accompanied such a damned hot picture. Air wheeshed through his clenched teeth as he pounded Melissa's luscious tits. "Fuck yeah. Hot little boss wrapped around my hard cock..." Melissa watched as his entire body flexed by rutting against her. The tattoo on his upper bicep was taught from the force he was applying to her breasts and she was reminded of the polite young man who she imagined she'd need to train into a decent lover. That image was gone forever, but she finally knew how to repay the kindnesses he'd bestowed by lending his height when she'd needed it the most. "Let me help you reach that, Kendrick." She buried the bed pillows under her head to give her neck the right angle, and opened her mouth to receive his thrusting cock head. His movements in out of her mouth popped on every exit through her lips. "Ah, fuck. Missy. Fucking hot as hell." Pop. Pop. Pop. She looked into his hard staring eyes, and reached up to squeeze and tug on her nipples and earned an excited growl. "So damn dirty. Fuck!" He slammed through a dozen more pops as the heat and tingle increased in his lower back and nuts. "Gonna paint those titties. Fuck. Say my name." "Ken-pop-drick." "Again!" "Pop-Ken-Pop-" The first stream of his cum streaked out over her chin, lips, right cheek, and hair. Then he released her breasts and jacked the remaining blasts over her used pink tits. When his balls finally emptied, he tapped the head of his dick in a dollop of jizz on her right nipple and watched with fascination as her small hands smoothed and massaged the remnants all around her neck and breasts. "You got your cum all over my tits." She cooed. Lowering himself to rub his nose along the curve of her neck he chuckled. "Figured I'd return the favor." She hummed as she let her hands slide over his shoulder and ass cheek. As he nibbled and played at her ear lobe, she drew in a surprised inhalation when he ground another hard on against her hip bone. "It's one of the perks that comes with fresh young meat." He kissed her hard on the lips, as he forced himself to keep his tongue at a leisurely roll and slide in her mouth. After nipping her lower lip, he rubbed the tip of her nose with his. "Longer shelf life." ***** If any of you have any suggestions where you would like the story to go, please leave me a comment. Thank you.