Page 76 of 1 Last Shot

He gives me a hard stare. "I love Oscar. There's a difference."

I pout. And laugh internally when Kane visibly softens at the sight.

I press a kiss to his jaw, my hips involuntarily shifting closer. "Please? I've always wanted to try it."

His grip tightens on my waist as he pulls me closer. "You're playing dirty, princess."

I feel emboldened, in a way that's become familiar since I've started spending time with Kane. I lean forward so I can nip his earlobe and blow gently into his ear. "I can play even dirtier, if you'd like," I whisper.

A growl sounds in my ear. "Yeah? Show me."

I drop my kisses to his throat as I unwind my arms from around his neck so I can lower my hands to his jeans and start to unzip them. In between kisses, I ask, "And then you'll come with me this weekend?"

"Show me and I'll agree to whatever you want, princess."

And even though it's obvious that Kane would’ve agreed to my date idea from my first plea, I don't hesitate to do exactly what he wants. Because I'll look for any excuse to worship this man.

I slide to my knees and settle on the floor between Kane's legs. When I reach inside his pants to pull out his length, I can't help glancing at his face to see his reaction.

His posture is relaxed, and he's giving me an expectant look. He looks like a king waiting to be serviced.

I huff a laugh and lean forward to take him in my mouth.

His relaxed posture disappears almost instantly. I feel his thighs flex and harden under my hand that's braced on them, and I hear a groan when I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. That sound just makes me suck him even harder.

I take my time, alternating between taking him deep and playing with the tip. When I feel Kane sink one hand into my hair, I expect him to urge me to a quicker pace, to start fucking my mouth. I relax my throat and wait for it.

But he doesn't do any of that. He seems to be enjoying everything I'm doing, if his occasional groans and breathy curses are any indication, and he doesn't do anything to take over control. He just seems to want to touch me as I suck him.

He brushes my hair out of my face, first on one side and then the other, before taking all of it in his hand at the back of my neck. And then I'm remembering the way he gripped my hair when he fucked me on his bike, the way he liked keeping me close with that connection.

The memory of it, and the thought of Kaneneedingme, in any sense, makes me moan around his length.

"Fuck, princess," he groans. "Even your mouth is sweet. You like sucking my cock?"

I look up at him and nod, continuing to suck him. And immediately become mesmerized by the look in his eyes.

His focus is solely on me, his pupils blown black with lust, but it’s the look of awe, and of hunger, that hits me. He looks like I’m the only thing he wants in the world right now.

My body heats from his attention. Between the look in his eyes and the feel of his grip in my hair, I’m too turned on to stop myself from spreading my legs and slipping my hand under the fabric of my thong.

Kane notes the move, and tightens his grip in my hair. I watch as his jaw clenches and as he gives in to the lust swirling in his eyes. When he starts to thrust up into my mouth, I almost want to smile.

The quicker he thrusts, the quicker my own hand moves between his legs. My body heats, an orgasm roiling inside me, and I give up trying to suck him. I simply give Kane my mouth and let him take his pleasure.

When he comes, it’s with a deep groan. His head drops back, his eyes close, and I taste his pleasure on my tongue. After a moment, his hand drops from my hair and I pull away with a pleased hum.

Kane takes in a stuttering breath, clearly trying to compose himself. My own need for release fades as the moment cools.

And yet, at this point I should know Kane better than to think he would let me go without. As soon as his focus lands on me again, and he takes a second to tuck himself away, he’s leaning down to pull me up.

I expect him to settle me on his lap again, but instead, he seats me on my kitchen table. And his lips are on mine before I can even take a full breath.

His kiss is slow, and grateful. Like he knows that the only thing I wanted was to please him. He takes his time showing me that appreciation.

I’m so lost in his kiss that it takes me a second to realize his hands are on my thighs and pushing my silk nightgown higher on my legs. When he nears my drenched center, my breaths start to come faster.

But his kiss only intensifies at that, his hands continuing to bare me to him. When he finally reaches my panties, he takes both sides in his fingers and slowly slides them down my legs.

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