Chapter 28 #3
I moan and try to control my breathing.
“Love how needy you are.” He strokes me, just enough to drive me wild but not enough to make me come like this.
“Keep reading, Isla. I need a yes or no on what’s next.”
“Yes,” I practically beg.
He grips my hair and I feel a whoosh of air before his hand slaps me hard. This time, on my pussy. I cry out and clench. I’m about to beg for him to do it again. But I already know it’s coming.
And it does.
I feel myself on the verge of an orgasm, and it’s like he knows exactly what it’ll take. One more and then his fingers dig into me, pumping hard and fast.
“Kane,” I cry.
He curses, quickly replacing his fingers with his mouth, sucking on my clit, inhaling my orgasm as I rock against the friction.
I’m wailing, crying out his name in some sort of endless plea.
“Say it, gorgeous,” he urges. Another smack on my ass. “Tell me what you want me to do now that your pussy’s ready for it.”
“Fu—fuck me.”
He flips me around, tossing the book onto the floor. I’m still coming down from the intensity of the last sting and orgasm when I feel his bare rock-hard cock along my entrance. “You know what it took for me not to fuck you like that?”
He reaches for a strip of condoms on the bed and tears one off. “You know how fucking jealous I’ve been of a fucking dildo, Sunshine?”
I look down and lick my lips. “Prove it.” My voice wavers, suddenly not so sure I can take all of him.
Kane reaches for his headboard and lowers himself over me, gripping his length. “Just the tip. I want you to taste yourself on me. I won’t handle more.”
I lift and catch the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting the mixture of myself and him with one suck. And God, it isn’t enough. I can easily become addicted to doing that.
I watch as he stretches the condom over his thickness. “Spread your thighs for me, Sunshine. I need to be inside you.”
He positions himself at my entrance and meets my eyes. “Take a breath for me.”
I close my eyes and can almost hear him warning me to open but he doesn’t. Instead, he waits for the breath, then lowers his face to mine. “One more.”
I inhale and release again just before he presses his lips to mine, holding them there until he pushes inside me.
My mouth falls open and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I tense and clench around him.
“Keep. Breathing,” he grunts.
His thrusts come slow. Each one giving me another inch. “That’s it baby. Fuck, you’re tight. But I need you to take it all.”
There’s more? “Christ. I feel so full. You’re so big.”
“Breathe, Sunshine. You can take it.” He squeezes one breast and sucks on the nipple of the other. It makes me moan and arch into him, barely feeling him push through the resistance until he’s buried inside me.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders as the pain subsides and whisper in his ear, a lazy smile in my voice. “Now, I’m ready.”
A sexy low growl escapes him and he moves in and out of me, filling me again and again, stretching me. There’s an added pressure of his piercing inside me, and it feels incredible.
I fist the sheets, my body moving with each thrust like a delicious punishment. The urge to scream words—all kinds of words—hits me like I never expected. Words like God, yes, more, there, please, stop, don’t stop, harder, fuck me.
But I don’t need to. He knows exactly what to do and how much of it I need. Just when I think I can’t feel more, he brings his thumb between my legs and rubs my clit. “You need to come for me, now.” His voice is husky and pained.
My mouth falls open and my legs start to tremble. “Kane.” I squeeze his cock, vibrating everywhere.
“Oh fuck,” he growls, stilling inside me. “Such a good girl.”
I shatter beneath him with an orgasm completely out of this world.
He muffles my cry with a kiss as I continue to pulse around him and it seems to be what sends him over the edge. “Fuck, Isla. That’s it. Squeeze me.”
I do as he asks, squeezing around his thick cock and fuck, I think I’m coming again.
“That’s right, baby,” he growls, pumping harder. “Remember this when you’re in a room full of half-naked hockey players. Or when you reach for a flimsy toy thinking it can get you off like this. Remember who ruined you for anyone else with his cock.”
I come hard and it may have very well been from his words alone. It’s like he waited for one more from me before exploding. His release a series of curses and grunts as he jerks against my hips, shuddering in a way far more intense than what I witnessed in the shower. “Fuck, that was…”
I look up at him. He’s sweaty and disoriented, like he just woke up and can’t remember how he got home.
And I think I like this look.
If my brain could form words, I’d give his right back to him. Remember this. Remember me. Remember who left you looking just as wrecked, hotshot.
He looks down at me and pulls out slowly. “You alright?”
I blink. Am I alright?
I know I’ve still got that little problem, the one where I realized I might be falling for this guy right before we got in bed. But now? I’m having a hard time worrying about anything.