He sweeps his tongue against my tortured nipple and I wiggle, welcoming the pleasurable feeling, but then he bites again. “Your lack of confidence in me?”
I arch my back, my lower stomach rubbing against his hard cock.
A stickiness trickles between my thighs, and I clench them together in search of some friction.
But he releases my hand and slaps my thighs apart, settling his massive weight between them as he continues to suck and bite my nipple.
Every lick of his tongue is a zap of pleasure to my throbbing pussy, and every bite is a reminder that this isn’t only about pleasure. It’s not even part of our twisted games.
It’s a punishment.
One I’m willing to take.
He bites a trail down to my stomach, nibbling and sucking on the soft skin until he reaches my pussy.
I throw my head back as his lips wrap around my clit, his tongue rolling and twisting, his teeth slightly nibbling.
Slick sweat covers my body as I writhe, and although the bathrobe is soft, it feels rough on my skin.
My fingers sink into his hair, pushing, clenching. His grip on my throat increases with his rhythm, making me tighten and grow slicker.
More turned on than I thought would ever be possible.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to come all over his mouth.
Just when the wave is about to overtake me, Kane lifts his head, his lips still smeared with my arousal as he releases my throat. “So tell me, Dahlia. Where should I start?”
I bite my lower lip to keep from groaning in protest.
This isn’t about me.
I shouldn’t be mad.
And yet…
I’m panting, trying to ignore the pulsing in my pussy. The primal need to rub myself all over his face and come.
“We should start here, don’t you think?” He sits on his haunches and his large palms cover my hips as he roughly slides me forward and maneuvers my legs onto his right shoulder until his cock is nudging at my pussy.
I nod, grabbing on to the sheets. A sting of pleasure goes through me as he shallowly thrusts in my opening. With every push, I go slack, expecting him to slam in as usual, but he doesn’t.
My pussy’s so wet, the third time he thrusts shallowly, I tighten and my eyes roll back on a groan.
The orgasm is sharp and powerful, making my legs shake on his shoulder. I love the contrast of my tan skin against his lighter tone, the way his shoulder flexes, providing support against my curled toes.
“You’re coming already?” he tsks, slapping his cock against my sensitive clit. “Your cunt is that greedy for my cock, huh?”
I whimper as the remnants of the orgasm quake through me, or maybe it’s a brand-new one bleeding into the previous one.
“You know what I think?” He plunges his cock into my wet slit, eliciting electric jolts from the base of my belly. “I think I should fuck your virgin ass, Dahlia. I should stuff my cock into this tight hole and claim you as mine once and for all.”
He slides my wetness to my back hole, spits on his hand, then slides it between my ass cheeks and plunges his middle finger into my tight channel.
I groan, my back arching as he adds another finger, thrusting, loosening me up.
Kane has often played with my ass when he’s fucked me. The last time he did this—a few days ago—he fucked me with three fingers.
