Free Liberated by Dez Burke Page B

“What am I going to do with you, Flint? You’re killing me here. You are a good guy. Why can’t you see that? Maybe not the same type you were before. But still every bit as good inside here.” She touched his heart. “Where it counts the most.” She smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “I like this man. Just the way you are now. You don’t need to change anything for me.”
    Flint was still worried. “There are so many things I want to tell you,” he said. “To explain why I left my job in Atlanta and came back home. I just need a little more time and I promise I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
    “Even about the Liberators?” she asked.
    Flint hesitated. “Yes, that too.” She deserved to know everything.
    More importantly, Kendra was giving him another chance.
    He rubbed the corner of her eyelid with his thumb, where a smudge of mascara had smeared. 
    “Have you been crying?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Even the thought that he could make his beautiful Kendra cry ripped his heart out.
    “I’m okay now,” she answered truthfully. She sank her hands into his hair and pulled his face closer. “But you can make me feel much better. I know what I need.”
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    F lint’s head loomed lower and he covered her mouth with his in a kiss so passionate and fierce it made her head spin. His hands cupped her ass, massaging the heavy globes and pulling her up on tiptoe to ravage her mouth possessively. He was as masterful as ever, taking everything and giving even more. After a moment, he pulled his lips away and shot a quick glance around the parking lot.
    “Over here,” he said. Flint took her by the hand and tugged her to the other side of the truck, out of the direct glare of the streetlight. He opened the passenger door and backed her up against the seat then switched off the interior light. Lifting up her thick hair, he blazed a path with his mouth from her jawline to the base of her neck, burying his nose there and drinking in her essence.
    “The things you do to me,” he groaned, pulling her tighter against him so she could feel the straining erection in his jeans. “I’ll never get my fill of you. Not in a million years.”
    Her breath hitched in her throat because she felt exactly the same way.
    Using both hands, he pushed her shirt and bra up. Grabbing her breasts, he fondled and massaged the large orbs forcefully, stimulating the nipples until they enlarged into hard aching thimbles.
    Without warning, he whipped her around in one smooth motion so that she faced the truck seat. Jerking down her pants, he nudged her feet apart with a booted foot and placed his left hand in the small of her back.
    God! He was making her hot and soaking wet!
    She never knew what to expect from Flint or what he might do. His wild impulsiveness turned her on, especially when he became dominating and a little rough.
    “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, leaning close to her ear. His words sent a shiver down her spine. Without waiting for a reply, he leaned down so that he was almost covering her body with his and rammed a finger deep inside her cunt, then followed that up by sliding another finger in. With a sawing motion, he savagely finger-fucked her pussy, with her legs and body hanging halfway out of the truck.
    “Tell me what would make you feel better,” he whispered again. “Anything. I’ll do it.”
    Before she could answer, the sound of voices broke through the silence. Two police officers had left the station and were walking to their patrol car parked at the other end of the lot. Flint peeked up through the window to see which car they were heading toward.
    “We’re going to get caught,” Kendra said in a panic. She struggled to move away from him so she could pull up her pants. Being arrested for public indecency was the last thing either of them needed at the moment.
    Flint grabbed her with his free hand to prevent her from moving. “Be quiet,” he ordered.