Chapter 41 #3
Kane is a man who usually kisses with the unshakable confidence of someone born at the top of the food chain, a man who knows his place in this ruthless world, but for once his lips quiver, pressing a little too hard against mine, and I love every second of his shaky breaths, the slight pinch between his brows as he holds my cheeks in both hands.
When his lips leave mine, I want them back.
No, I need more than that, more than just his lips on mine, even if we’re out in the open and this car belongs to some random guy. I don’t care.
Kane must be thinking the same thing because he frees his cock, stroking it as he kisses my neck with such fervent passion, I swear the stars overhead start spinning.
Then his mouth finds mine, and I lose all thought.
Thoughts are overrated anyway.
This is what I’ve been missing. Hell, nothing has felt right without Kane in my life, not like it does now as he turns me around and works my jeans down my hips.
We’re in the shadows here, but we’re not exactly hidden, and maybe that’s what makes this hot.
Kane smacks my ass with his dick once, twice, before tilting my hips slightly for a better angle and thrusting inside me with an almost brash ruthlessness.
Yes. This is what I needed.
God, I needed this so much.
When my moans grow in volume, he slaps his hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds, and I bite his palm in response.
He pinches my nose, leaning in close to my ear. “Is that how you want to play it, little thief?”
As my lungs begin to burn, he slows his strokes and angles his hips to drive deeper. There must be something wrong with me because even though I know I should probably want this to happen in a bed, and not meters away from a rowdy party, I still love that he takes what he wants.
A part of me will always want to be fucked like he can’t control himself, like he’s lost all inhibitions. A part of me will always love it when he lifts my leg beneath the knee and whispers that he can’t wait to fill me so full of cum I’ll drip for days.
“Have you fucked anyone else since the last time? Has anyone else had this?” His groin slaps against my ass as he asks the question near my ear.
It’s not exactly easy to speak when all I can think about is the tightening between my legs, but I manage to shake my head. “No. No one since you.”
“Good,” he answers, then drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy from behind.
Oh. My. God.
My face squished against the window, I cry out.
I love it when he eats me out. Kane has always been good at that. But tonight, he’s fucking feral, sucking on me like a starved man and hammering his fingers into me while lapping at my clit.
It’s already a tight squeeze with my jeans around my thighs. Kane hooks his fingers in the waistband and works them down my legs until they’re around my ankles. Then he flicks my clit viciously with his tongue, and my thoughts scatter.
Just when I think I’m going to die, that I can’t possibly take any more of this torture, Kane stands, pulls me onto his cock, and pounds me hard and fast. The ferocity of his fucking, the absolute wildness of it, makes a sticky mess between my thighs.
I stand no chance.
An orgasm builds in my core and spreads through my body.
Until I explode around his cock.
The moment I cry out his name, he loses all restraint, and with a final grunt, he pulls out and guides me down onto the ground.
My knees have barely hit the damp grass when his cock erupts, coating my face in hot, salty strings.
“God fucking dammit,” he breathes, gripping my hair tighter and pressing his spent length into my mouth, watching me struggle to take it all.
This is highly inappropriate and could end extremely badly if anyone saw us now.
I don’t dare to think what Kane would do if someone saw me in such a compromising position.
I mean, he broke that guy’s wrist for simply touching my arm, yet here I am, choking on his still-throbbing cock, my face coated in cum, cheeks burning from my own recent climax, thighs sticky with arousal.
“I meant what I said earlier.” He pulls me off with a hard tug on my hair. “I’m done waiting, Jessica. This is it now. You’re committed.”
I blink up at him, lashes sticky with semen, and he strokes his cock a few times before filling my mouth again until I gag.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you, baby?”
As he pulls his cock out this time, a string of saliva connects us. That shouldn’t be so sexy, but it is.
I know we have a lot to discuss, yet for now, I want him to punish me for hurting him. I want him to look at me the way he is now, like he can’t get enough.
“Answer me.” The gravel in his voice makes my nipples tingle with need.
“I understand.”
He tucks himself away, much to my disappointment, and helps me up before admiring his mark on me in the moonlight.
“This is it. You and me.”
“You and me,” I repeat.
He breaks into a brilliant smile before crushing his lips against mine, not caring that I’m still covered in him.
We pull apart and he kisses the sensitive spot below my ear as I release a contented sigh.
I found you at the fork in the road, Kane Ravencourt.