Chapter 87 Delilah #2
“Fuck,” he moans, tightening his hold on my hair as he taps his stump against my temple like he’s trying to use his left hand. Holding the tip of his dick in front of my mouth, I time the taps with my tongue. “Knock.” Another. “Knock?”
“Who’s there?” He smiles down at me.
“Your wife…”
“Your wife, who?” he says softly, bringing his arm up like he’s trying to touch my face.
“Your wife, whose face you’re going to fuck.”
He slowly inches forward, getting harder as he groans, “Suck, wife.”
“Make me, husband,” I mumble around his fully hard dick.
My scalp stings when he roughly drags my head forward, forcing my nose to touch his groin. I choke around him, my eyes watering and my throat fighting the obstruction. Pulling me back an inch, he spits down on his dick so it races down into my mouth.
“Such a fucking whore,” he groans with love in his eyes. “One hand, koukla mou. That’s all I have, but you’re still choking on my dick without fighting me.”
I nod as I breathe through my nose, hugging his thighs. He lightly kicks my knees. “Open your legs. Rubbing them together won’t help that cunt when it needs me.”
This Kane is my favorite. It’s a mixture of all the versions of himself he’s ever been—the truest Kane. He waits for me to widen my thighs further with the sides of his feet pressed to the inside of my knees, so I don’t close them.
“There she is,” he coos. “Keep sucking until your cunt’s crying out for me.”
I curl my lips over my teeth and slowly massage his length as I watch his abs shudder, his thighs tensing beneath my fingers. But the moans solidify he’s mine.
“Fuck, Delilah.” His neck cords as I increase the pressure, smiling around him. “Is my filthy fucking wife upset I’m not abusing her throat? Is that why you’re playing with me?”
I shake my head, smiling wider as the sky darkens to reveal the stars.
There’s no better position to be in to see all of my favorite things as Kane grips my crown, fucking my face harder as he leans his shoulders back.
I dig my nails into the back of his thigh as I massage his balls with my other hand, pulling more moans from him.
He’s using me, but I’m the one in a position to hurt him. All it would take is unwrapping my lips from my teeth and biting down, so I increase the pressure to remind us both as I feel his balls tighten.
I yelp as he fists my hair at my crown, forcing me off his dick. Using his stump, he lightly slaps my cheek as his dick glistens with my spit. “Knock.” He slaps me again. “Knock?”
“I know who’s there,” I say breathlessly. “I’ll always know.”
Abruptly dropping to his knees, he slams his lips over mine. The kiss is clumsy and giddy, everything we’ve never been allowed to be as I wrap my arms around him, pulling him on top of me.
“I love you,” I moan into his mouth as he grinds into me.
“Say it again,” he demands as he circles my entrance with the tip of his dick.
“I love you, baby.” I tense as he tries to push in and rush out, “I’m not on birth control.”
“Just the tip,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me feel you before I lose this.”
I don’t know what mental blocks he has, but this is the first time he’s been hard, so I can’t deny either of us. I nod as we watch each other with the stars above us. We both moan at the feeling as he pushes half an inch inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking warm.” He bites my cheek, sucking the skin between his teeth as he mumbles, “I’m sorry.”
It’s the only warning I get before he slams his hips forward, burying himself in me in one thrust. I scream, clinging to his back so tightly I’m sure I’m drawing blood.
“I’ll pull out.” He kisses the middle of teeth marks. “I just need to feel you.” Another soft kiss as he brutally fucks me. “Sorry, pretty girl.”
I scream as he fucks me harder, biting down my neck. My back arches, nails scoring down his back as the stars above get closer. He wraps his lips around my nipple, toying softly at first, before biting down.
“Kane!”
“Keep screaming the name of who owns this cunt while I make it my home,” he grits, fucking me harder.
Wrapping my legs around, I lock my feet together to pull him closer, faster, harder. He softly kisses up my chest, my neck, then fits his lips by my ear to whisper, “Be my left hand.” He slaps the side of my tit with the back of his fingers. “Play with your needy clit, koukla mou.”
I whimper, threading my arm between our bodies to circle my clit with two fingers as he sucks on my pulse point. Curiosity gets the better of me as I move further down to feel him pushing inside me.
“I know, pretty girl,” he whimpers. “Your tight cunt is hugging me.” He wraps his hand around my neck as I grind up into the heel of my palm. “That’s it, keep going.” He pushes closer, trapping my hand.
Pressure builds in my lower stomach as he pushes his left arm between us, pressing directly over it. I can’t look away from his eyes. They’re so open and full of love.
“Don’t hold back,” he encourages.
There’s a new fear as I tense. I’m scared of making myself come when it’s always been this shameful thing my body has been forced to do.
But he continues softly coaxing me as he kisses my chin.
“Keep going, koukla mou.” My cheek. “I’m here.
” He moves to my other cheek. “You’re so brave. ” My forehead. “I love you.”
Tears burn across my temples, sinking into my hair.
Yet they don’t remain hidden from him as he softly kisses the corner of my eye, absorbing my pain without ignoring it.
Kane doesn’t allow me to pull my hand free as he rests his forehead on mine.
“Good girl, little more. Don’t be scared, I’m here.
” My voice cracks as the floodgates open and I cry through the most potent release of my life.
All while he continues softly praising me.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry. So fucking strong and mine. ”
“I lo-love y-you.” I shudder, trying to pull him closer.
But he pushes out of my limbs to straddle my thigh, pushing his leg between mine. “Lift your head, koukla mou. Mouth open, catch my cum.”
Threading my fingers behind my head, I push my hands up as he presses his left arm on my sternum to make it more difficult for me. As I hold my tongue out flat, he wraps his hand around his dick and fucks his fist, grinding his thigh against me.
My moans are unfiltered; so are his. We don’t say anything or look away from each other. Especially when he tenses. I flinch at the feeling of his cum hitting my face, my cheeks, my chin, my tongue then dripping onto my chest while he groans, “I fucking love you.”