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I half expect that I’ll have to be the one to stop the kiss, but then she nudges me back just far enough that she can say with a gasp, “Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

Fuck, but the sound of this girl desperate for me is intoxicating. I reach behind my neck to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

Immediately, her eyes go black. Her hands shake the slightest bit as she reaches up to place them on my chest. As she lightly scrapes her nails down my inked skin. Her expression is dazed as she traces one of the designs, and that's even before she lifts up and presses a kiss to it.

I groan and cup the back of her head as her lips start to travel across my chest. Her touch is like fire against my skin. It’s only when her eager hands drop down to my jeans that she stops kissing me.

“Off, take them off,” she says breathily, fumbling to get my button undone. My zipper’s already down from her blowjob in the living room, so it doesn’t take her long to push my pants over my hips.

I lean back on my knees and only pause long enough to grab a condom from my wallet, then I kick my jeans the rest of the way off. I start to place the condom but fumble through the motion when I catch sight of the woman splayed out in front of me.

The now-naked, squirming woman with her hand between her legs and a look of pure need on her face.

My hand drops to my cock and starts to slowly stroke. I'm mesmerized by the sight of her before me like this, and that's even before I issue the command that feels perfect for Isabella.

"Touch yourself," I tell her, my voice like gravel. "Show me what you like, Isabella."

I knew she’d give me a response that would blow my mind, but nothing could've prepared me for the sight of Isabella biting her bottom lip as she arches her back and spreads her legs wide. One hand cups her breast, her fingers pinching the hard bud, while the other slides down her stomach and settles right over her pretty pink pussy. Her self-satisfied smile growing, she starts to rub in circles.

"Fuck," I breathe, hypnotized by those little circles. "Let me see, princess."

Without an ounce of hesitation, she places her fingers on either side of her lips, and spreads just enough that I can see her swollen little clit.

I fall forward with a groan torn from my chest, bracing on a hand beside her hip. I haveneverfelt hunger like I do right now, never been this intoxicated by another person in mylife. I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything other than spit on the perfect, pink cunt she just exposed and thrust all the way home in one rough motion.

Her shuddering moan is drowned out by my own muttered curse. Because if I thought she tasted good, it’s nothing compared to how shefeels.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so tight,” I say through clenched teeth. It’s taking everything in me to stay still instead of driving into her, because I know it’ll make me come immediately.

It doesn’t help that she’s wriggling underneath me. If it wasn’t for her eyes blowing black and her hands scratching at me to start moving, I’d think she was in pain. But then I hear her breathe, “Kane…God, you’re sobig.” Her dazed expression meets mine. “Move.Please.”

I drop from my hand to my elbow with a pained groan. “So fucking polite,” I choke out, pulling my hips back and then immediately driving into her with a hard thrust.

She smiles, a sigh falling from her lips. Part of me wants to swallow the sound, but another part of me is mesmerized by the sight of Isabella lookingrelievedthat I’m inside her. I can only brace above her and stare, fucking into her harder and harder.

After a minute, I realize she sucks in a breath every time I grind into her. Determined to feel her fall apart from my touch, I settle in on her clit on every hard thrust.

I sense when she starts to get close. It's not just the feel of her muscles tightening, it's also the fact that her eyes look wild and her breaths are coming in short gasps.That'sthe sight that I'm addicted to.

"Fucking give it to me, Isabella,” I growl.

She comes on an aching cry, her back arching and her pussy constricting around my cock as the orgasm takes her under. I ride her through it, completely mesmerized by the feel, the sound, thesightof this gorgeous woman finding her pleasure.

"Oh my God," she hiccups when she finally slumps back on the bed. “And I thought your mouth was amazing.”

Despite the heated moment, and the fact that I’m dying holding back my own orgasm, I let out a huff of laughter at her comment.

But even though my thrusts had slowed, they didn’t stop. And her pupils are still blown, her nails still digging into any part of me she can reach, so after a second, I up my pace again.

She sucks in a breath. “Oh God… I don’t think I can take any more.”

“Yes, you can,” I growl, reaching back with one hand so I can hook under her knee and hike it up over my arm. But she bends so easily that I lift it even further and hook her leg over my shoulder.

"So fucking flexible," I groan.

“You’re so d-deep,” she stammers, her eyes widening when she realizes that yes, shecantake more.

It takes longer this time, but I force myself to hold out, knowing it will be worth feeling her come again. When her breaths start to come quicker, I lean down to kiss her, because the more her muscles squeeze me, the more I feel the need to be connected to her. Swallowing the moan she lets out, I slide my tongue in her mouth. I want to taste her pleasure the same way I want to feel it—I want my senses to be completely overwhelmed by her. And when her breaths start to take on a whine, that's exactly what happens.

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