Page 93 of 1 Last Shot

"Beautiful." The last word he utters before his mouth latches onto my clit and my soul leaves my body.

"Kane, oh my God," I gasp at the sudden sensation. But then I have no more words, because he's eating me like he's desperate to consume as much of my taste as possible. I don't think I take a single full breath in the time that it takes him to make me come. I can only gasp and moan and claw my way to ecstasy.

And then I'm coming, shaking and shuddering against his mouth as my hands fist in the cushions and I try not to collapse. Because he doesn't stop, even when the waves finally abate.

While I'm still recovering from the pleasure he wrung from me, I feel Kane's tongue slip from my clit, up to the tight puckered entrance above it. His touch feels lazy, like now that he's given me one orgasm, he's got all the time in the world to give me another.

I can't catch my breath enough to dispute his touch.

I'veneverbeen touched back there, and my first reaction is to protest the dirty touch. It shouldn't feel good, and he definitely shouldn't want to put histongueback there. The good girl in me wants to scold him for what he’s doing.

Except… in the time it takes me to suck in my first full breath, I realize…holy shit, it feels good.

I let out the breath I sucked in on a long, heavy moan.

"Oh myGod," I hiccup. "Why does that feel good?"

Kane's tongue leaves me only long enough to answer.

"Because I was made to bring you pleasure."

And then he's right back to tonguing me in that forbidden place, this time with his fingers sliding inside my cunt to double the sensations.

"Kane," I choke out, my hands seconds away from tearing my cushions to shreds. "I'm going to—”

"I know," he growls, his fingers driving deeper and his tongue swirling quicker and quicker. "Come on my face while my tongue is in your ass, princess. Show me how dirty you are."

Between his touch and his words, I have no way of surviving another cyclone of pleasure.

I come with a choked cry, my face burying into the couch cushions in an effort to smother the sound. And when I eventually come down, it's to the sounds of Kane's belt buckle clinking and foil being ripped.

"You're too fucking perfect," he growls as one hand latches onto my hip. "I can't look at your body andnotwant to fuck you."

His words alone make me turn my face into the couch and let out a needy moan. And that's even before I feel the tip of him against my entrance, just barely pushing inside before he pulls out and slides it slowly down to my clit. He's teasing me, and it's enough to make a shudder roll through me.

"Kane," I whimper. "Please, I need you inside me."

A growl vibrates through his chest. "And now you're begging?Fuck, princess, I'm not going to be able to let you go."

Something in his words tickles at my subconscious, some kind of warning, or something I should be paying attention to. But before I can think too much about it, Kane fucks into me with a single hard thrust.

I cry out at the sensation, but despite the sudden rough onslaught, I'm already pushing my hips back to try to take more of him inside my body. I can never get enough of Kane. Ever.

He doesn't give me a chance to adjust—not that I need it. I'm just as desperate for Kane to fuck me as he seems to be for it. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, and I realize… I want to be marked. Iwantthe proof of him on my skin.

"Spank me," I beg in a breathless voice.

His thrusts slow but don't stop. He's almost as surprised by my request as I am.

And then he's dropping a hard slap onto my ass cheek.

Imoanat the sensation.

"Again," I breathe, pushing my hips back for more.

"Fuck, " he groans. Then he drops another slap to my skin. "Look at you, so eager for my marks. That's what this is, isn't it?"

"Yes," I cry, dropping to my forearms so I can arch my back and beg for more. "Pleasepleaseplease…"

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