Page 29 of Slay Bells Ring

Once my pants are undone, Kane pulls them down, along my legs, and yanks them off me—though the man is careful when he does so, so as to not hurt my bandaged feet. His wide chest lets out a haggard breath the moment he curls two fingers into the waistline of my panties, and then he pulls those down, too.

And then, just like that, I’m laying before him, completely naked.

It’s bizarre. I don’t feel self-conscious at all. With the way he looks down at me, how those blue orbs drag across every inch of my skin as he takes my bare body in, it’s like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The only one he wants. The only person in the entire world who can sate his hunger and his desire, like it’s burning him up inside.

I’ve never, ever been on the receiving end of a look like that.

Kane slips a hand between my thighs and spreads me open, and I swear I hear a hum of need escape him as he’sgreeted with the sight of what lies between my legs. He lowers himself between my legs, and he kisses his way up my left thigh before finding my apex with that mouth of his.

The sensation that shoots through me when his mouth sucks in my clit makes me moan. Startling, overwhelming, the kind of pleasure that takes you by a chokehold and refuses to let you go.

Kane feasts on me like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal, his final goodbye. He’s eager, he’s fervent, and he somehow knows exactly what to do with that tongue to push me toward the edge. It’s not long until I grow short of breath, until my heart flutters and pounds inside my chest as the pleasure within me builds.

The man can play me like a fucking fiddle. I arch my back, grinding against that mouth, and he responds by curling both hands around my outer thighs and running a circle around my aching clit with his wet, warm tongue.

The only thing I can muster up is his name, “Kane,” and it’s spoken so pleadingly I hardly sound like myself. My eyelids shut as I surrender to the impending force that’s seconds from sweeping over me.

He doesn’t let up, and my clit swells with the attention of his mouth. A low pressure builds within my core, and when it comes, I don’t fight it. I let it explode inside me.

The orgasm hits me like a wall of bricks. Hard, flinching, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I cry out as my body spasms, the pleasure surging through every inch of me, all heat and bliss. My body is instantly elevated on cloud nine. I feel weightless.

And yet, even after the orgasm, Kane doesn’t let up. He’s a man on a mission in between my thighs, and hewon’t stop until he’s done what he went down there for. Silly me thought one orgasm was his goal, but he soon makes it clear that he wants me to drown in them.

Why? Oh, because before he’s done down there, I come three more times.

Yeah, a total of four orgasms from just the one mouth. It’s the kind of perseverance nobody else has. Hell, I don’t think anyone’s been between my legs that long. It’s like he really wants to commit every single detail to memory.

Not that I’m complaining, because after four orgasms? I am practically mush.

My skin is flushed, my chest heaving, by the time Kane lifts his mouth off my apex. His blue gaze flicks up at me, and he licks his lips like he just discovered his most favorite meal. The intensity coming off him makes me quiver in the best way.

He pushes off the bed, getting to his feet. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing, but then I realize he’s still wearing pants. Right. Those definitely need to come off. I bite my lower lip as I watch him take them off. Soon enough he stands there, as naked as I am, every inch of him on display.

Every hard inch—and let’s just say there’s an ample amount of inches. More than ample. He’s not only tall and muscled. The man’s cock is proportional, just as impressive as the rest of him. It’s enough inches that him not fitting inside me crosses my mind, but I push that thought away.

He’ll fit. If there’s a will, there’s a way, and right now there’s definitely a will.

Kane crawls onto the sofa bed with me, and the springs creak below us as he positions himself betweenmy legs. He’s so damned tall, I have to crane my head to look at him and he’s got to arch his back a bit to meet my eyes—but once our stares meet, they hold. He doesn’t look away when he pushes inside me. No, the man is all about that eye contact as he fills me up.

I don’t think I’ve ever had this much intense eye contact in my freaking life, but I won’t complain. How could I, when Kane’s cock pushes into me and makes me feel so full, so whole?

The man got me wet enough to not need a single ounce of added lubrication. I’m so wet he slides in and out of me, no resistance from my core at all. His hips move slowly at first as both of us first become one, but that sluggish pace doesn’t last long.

Kane’s speed increases, and he pounds away between my legs with a fierceness that threatens to swallow me whole. The moans that come from him are some of the deepest, most manly sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. I could listen to him moan all day.

I bring my hands to his sides, holding onto him as his cock pushes into me with wild abandon. God, he feels so good it’s unreal. I never knew… not once has it ever felt like this. This blows everything in my past out of the water while putting every other man to shame simultaneously.

Kane is all fire and speed above me as he searches for his release inside me. I feel close again, too, as miraculous as it is. The thought of coming undone while he’s inside of me is one of the sexiest, most intimate things I’ve ever thought of.

I tap him on the side. Kane must know what I want, because he rolls us over, his cock never leaving my core, and suddenly I’m the one riding him. I straighten my bodyout and throw my head back as I moan, rocking along his length like it’s my personal toy.

Kane’s hands find my thighs, his gaze filled with such lust I’m surprised he can see me through it. He watches my body rock, observes the way my tits bounce along with my rhythm, and I swear I feel his cock twitch inside me.

He abruptly sits up, and his arms wrap around me to keep me steady as I continue to rock along his cock. His head leans down, and he presses his forehead against mine as he whispers, “My little killer.”

If I wasn’t so out of my mind with need, I might’ve demanded to know why he thought he could say something like that, but in this moment, there’s no denying that I was his.

One of his hands cups my jaw, and Kane brings his mouth to mine. He kisses me hard and fast, pulling out any leftover air in my lungs in the process. He’s slow in moving his lips off mine, and through slit eyes I know he’s watching me, waiting for me to come.

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