Page 22 of Love's Hot

“I came to you, offering my body. Please, Kane, I have ached all week for you.” His softness is gone; I’m thrown on his bed, my legs spread, and his head is between them. Before I’ve even got time to take a deep breath. His fingers are pushing the satin panties to the side while his tongue devours me. It’s like he’s been starved and can’t get enough of me. My body is soaring upwards with stimulation and he wastes no time in pushing me over the edge. I explode, screaming his name and arching my body to the ceiling, taking my pleasure and release what has been building all week.

There’s no time to rest and regain my breath. His mouth is on me, ravaging me with his tongue. Sharing the taste of my orgasm. It’s surprising how much it’s a turn-on to taste myself on his lips. Knowing he is the one that gave me that pleasure.

“I want to fuck my good little girl while she’s still in white. Sit up and ride me little girl so I can watch you bounce those little tits in front of me, so pure and perfect.” This man has the dirtiest mouth during sex, yet it makes me unbelievably wet every time he talks.

I see him leaning to his wallet for the condom while I position myself above him. “I hope you’ve got a big packet. I think we’re going to need…”

Before I can finish my sentence, he’s slamming my body down onto his cock. We both groan loudly together. Me with both pleasure and pleasurable pain from his size. He stills for a moment until my muscles relax a little and I sink that little farther down onto him.

He’s lying back, staring at me like a wolf. “Just stunning. You are too hard to resist.” He starts to fuck me, and I join his rhythm. It feels so amazing and as much as he’s watching me, I’m wrapped up in watching the muscles in his chest and neck flex as he lifts me up and down and pounds into me with force.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you, my good little girl. I can feel you tightening around me.”

I’m struggling to hold on as my body is about to explode for the second time.

“Don’t you fucking dare come yet. I want your tits on display. Show me now. I want you to play with them while I fuck you. Show me your magnificent tits, Red.”

I’m almost delirious trying to hold back this orgasm as he controls my body.

“Kane, please, let me.”

“So early in the night, yet we’re already begging. Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes. Please, Kane!” I scream.

“You’re wrong. You’ve been a very bad little girl, Red, but that’s what I want. My bad little sexy Red. Show me what a bad girl you are. Fucking cum all over me. Make me all dirty too.”

I can’t hold off now that he’s given me permission. My release is epic, I flop forward on to Kane as he then starts to softly stroke my head while he pumps through his own release.

“I’ve got you, Red, I’ve always got you. Let me take care of you.” Our bodies rise and fall together as our breathing starts to slow.

Why is it I feel like I’m right where I’m meant to be?

I can’t shake the feeling there’s more to this than either of us can understand or want.

I start to sit up, but Kane pulls me tighter against him. “Just stay here, just for a bit.” My head lies with my ear above his heart. I can hear the strong beat slowing to a steady rhythm. I can tell Kane just needs a moment to process his emotions. To be honest, I do too.

What the fuck have I just done?

I’ve broken both our rules.

Don’t they say rules are meant to be broken?

That’s my job, to be the rule breaker in the family.

The way I’m feeling right now, I’m damn glad I broke my own rule.

That sex was off-the-charts hot. I know that’s just the beginning of the night.

I wonder if I’ll be punished for breaking our rule.

One can only hope.

***

We lie in silence for a little longer until Kane slowly rolls me to the side and gently puts me on the bed. Standing, he takes one look at me and walks towards his bathroom. He isn’t gone more than a second and I notice he’s cleaned himself up as he stands next to the bed, just glaring at me. His softness is receding, and the sexy Kane is rising again.

I roll onto my back and lay myself out on the bed. His eyes are taking the time to scan every inch of me. Not rushing. I can feel him even though he’s not touching me anywhere. His stare just makes my body tingle to the point it’s longing for him again. My hands start to run over my own body. I need relief and he isn’t going to give me any yet.

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