Chapter 10 #2
“Please,” I plead, sucking his thumb into my mouth to tempt him. The dimple in Kane’s cheek deepens before he slips his finger free, snapping my teeth shut with a sharp tap to my chin.
“Please, what, pretty girl?”
“You know what.”
“Use your words, or I’ll drop you off at home, wet and needy, tomorrow morning.”
“That’s not funny, Kane. It hurts.”
“Well, then, beg me to make you come.”
I look away with a harsh exhale, stubborn to the end. I’ll beg him if I have to, but my pride won’t back down that easily.
Grabbing my hair, he pulls me back and smacks his still hard cock on my lips. “I’ll fuck this pretty hole all night and leave you soaking in your own juices.”
“Such a gentleman,” I snark.
He blinds me with a grin as he rubs out a bit of aftercum, smearing it over my lips. “All you have to do is beg. Open that pretty mouth and ask me to make you come.”
I gnash my teeth, gazing up at him defiantly as he coaxes his dick past my lips. How is he still hard?
“I have all the time in the world,” he says, brushing my hair away from my forehead and dragging his weighty cock over my tongue in slow, lazy rolls of his hips.
I can’t help but suck him deeper, swirling my eager tongue over the roadmap of bulging veins. Let’s be honest. I don’t have much experience with blowjobs, but I’ll happily suck on Kane’s dick like a drug. I can’t get enough.
As he exhales a ragged fuck, I take him as far back as I can.
I suck and lick with everything in me. My gag reflex kicks in, but I don’t want him to stop, so I meet his gaze with heavy eyes, urging him on. I need him just as drunk on lust as I am.
Kane pulls out before manoeuvring me so I’m kneeling on the bed, facing the headboard.
Once he’s settled behind me, he angles my hips and bands a strong arm around my waist. Then he begins fucking my throbbing clit, and I grab the headboard, panting moans spilling from my lips in a steady stream of pleas for more.
“Look at what you did.” His lips brush the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “I’m hard again.”
“Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
His cock drags over my clit again and again, hitting the spot just right. I tremble in his hold, seconds from falling apart.
Seconds away from coming on his dick.
His hips roll like waves against a cliff as he whispers filth in my ear, words that make my pussy gush and my cheeks burn with needy desire and embarrassment.
“I want to feel you inside me.” I wiggle my hips to guide him to where I need him, but he stills me with his hands on my waist. “I’m so empty. Please.”
“Such a little slut for my cock.”
“God, yes.”
Like I said. Cock drunk.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Say you’re mine.”
Another slow drag of his cock over my soaked slit nearly breaks me. I cling to the headboard, lifting my ass higher, silently begging him to fill me up.
“Say you’re mine, little thief, and I’ll let you have my cum.”
My head shakes in the next second. What can I say? I’m insanely stubborn, and this game is addictive, even when it drives me crazy.
“Oh well…” Kane drags his fingers through my hair, fisting a handful. “I’ll just have to prove that you’re mine.”
“How are you gonna do that?”
I can practically feel his evil grin when he leans in and presses his lips to my ear. “Don’t come. If you come on my cock, you admit that you’re mine.
“That’s not fair.” My heart pounds almost as hard as my tortured, swollen clit. I roll my hips in time with his, fucking myself on his cock. “You’re playing dirty.”
“Welcome to my world, beautiful.”
We move like lapping waves, our sweat-slicked bodies grinding together, breathless panting broken by the occasional creak of his headboard.
“Are you mine?” he asks, nipping at my damp neck.
“No.”
“Is that why you’re creaming on my dick, little rabbit?”
“I’m not.”
God, why do his big hands feel so good on my body? Why does the glide of his rigid cock as it parts my nether lips make me shiver? Why do I love his touch so much? His smell?
“You’re fucking perfect, Jessica.” Awe roughens his voice as he cups my breasts beneath my hoodie. “I’m never letting you go.”
“Kane,” I whimper, hovering right on the edge. The world narrows to the place where his slick hardness rubs my sensitive clit. The bulbous crown strokes again and again. I gasp and press back, needy, right on the brink.
He reaches down and lines himself up with my slick heat. Ecstasy crashes through me at the fiery stretch when he presses inside. Kane’s fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me through my orgasm, spilling his heat down my thighs. A strained sound rumbles in his throat, dark and heavy.
Just when I think I might pass out, he drives into me harder, hips snapping sharp and punishing. One orgasm rolls into another, and I come again, my body milking him in rippling waves that darken my vision.
By the time the release ebbs away, I’m Jell-O in Kane’s arms, trembling.
He pulls back the quilt and lays me down on the silk sheets. The spicy notes of his cologne surround me, and I breathe them deep into my lungs. His scent is steady and grounding, something that shouldn’t feel safe, but does.
Over the next few minutes, I must drift off, because I stir when Kane presses a damp cloth to my tender core. It’s warm and soothing after our rough sex, and I sigh in relief. I already know I’ll be sore in the morning, but I don’t regret a thing. I’d do it all over again. In fact, I hope we will.
In the dim light, Kane concentrates as he wipes me clean. The softness in his eyes steals my breath, but I don’t want to break the moment, so I stay silent, even as my heart kicks hard behind my ribs.
“When was the last time someone looked after you?” he asks, the question closing a tight fist around my heart.
“I don’t remember.” My voice is low. For a moment I think he doesn’t hear me, but then he swipes the cloth over my mound again, slow and gentle, and my eyes burn.
“Stay here tonight.” His voice turns raspy, fragile, as he keeps his focus on my swollen sex. “Let me look after you.”
“Kane . . .”
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s struggling to meet my gaze.
“Hmm?” He wipes my mound in a long, gentle stroke.
“Look at me.”
His sky-blue eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe. My heart has never beaten this hard in my entire life. “I’ll stay tonight.”
I should be scared. Inside, I’m terrified. But I don’t want to leave. I don’t want Kane to stop touching me the way he is now. I’m falling hard, and there’s no saving me.
Kane studies me for a long second, and just as I’m about to squirm beneath his dark gaze, he places a soft kiss on my mound, right above my clit. Low light shadows his sharp features, but his eyes burn.
“Say it.” His whisper fans my skin as he slides off my jeans and underwear. The moment they hit the floor, he kneels and takes off his shirt. “Say it, baby.”
Muscles shift and tense under his tanned skin like a coiled snake, and I trail my gaze over each tattoo. He’s like an Adonis, and my hungry eyes feast on every inch of bare skin. I’m not remotely shy about checking him out.
Stripping the rest of my clothes off, Kane doesn’t give me a moment to think. A heartbeat later, my heavy breasts bounce as I fall back against his silk sheets.
Kane engulfs my breasts in his large hands, kneading the soft swells and tugging my nipples into hard little peaks. Blood rushes in my ears, and when he bends to take one nipple between his lips, my legs fall open.
“I’m yours.” My breath hitches, caught mid-moan. I shouldn’t give in to him, but I want to. My self-control has gone up in smoke.
“Say it again,” he demands before trapping my nipple between his teeth.
“I can’t focus when you do that.”
“That’s the idea.” He does it again, and my pussy clenches up tight.
“I’m yours.”
Could my voice sound any more choked?
“Yes, you are. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He jumps up and marches his bare ass into the en-suite bathroom. Seconds later, the tub runs, and Kane re-enters the bedroom with his rippling muscles on full display, his cock half-mast. Even now, it’s impressive, swinging between his thighs.
I wet my lips, salivating for another taste. I’m sure the lust is written all over my face, but I don’t care.
Pressing his hands into the mattress, Kane brings his mouth to mine, close enough that I can almost taste him.
“Let’s have a bath,” he says low, teasing us both by brushing his lips against mine. “Calm down, baby. I can practically smell your arousal. Let’s dial it back. I want to spoil you.”
“You can spoil me while I ride your cock in the bath.”
“Or I can spoil you by washing your hair and counting all your adorable birthmarks.”
“While I ride you.”
He laughs softly and tucks an unruly strand of hair behind my ear. “How about this? You let me wash your hair before I make you come on my fingers in the bath, and then you can have my gun.”
A playful grin forms on my lips. “Will you chase me?”
“To the ends of the earth.”
“This rabbit is fast.”
“And this fox is cunning.”
I won’t lie. I’m mesmerized by his smile and pearly white teeth, the dimples in his cheeks.
It’s no secret that his allure is his greatest weapon.
From the little time I’ve spent with him, I’ve learned how easy it is to forget that he has the power to rip your heart out while you beg for more.
He can fuck you silly one minute and then make you disappear without a trace the next.
Sliding his hand into my hair and pulling me closer, Kane captures my breath with a slow, deliberate kiss.
My thoughts scatter instantly. I’ve never been the type to fall in love easily, but something tells me it’ll be as effortless as breathing with Kane, or as inevitable as the tide returning to shore.
Moments later, as he finally pulls back to lift me off the bed, I forget the reasons why I should run while I still can.