The moment I gagged and reached an impossible point, he reared back before driving into my mouth again and again. Tears streaked down my face, my legs shaking, pussy throbbing.
My hand lowered between my thighs, craving a release. But in the next moment, Kai wrenched his dick from my mouth and yanked me to my feet by my hair, fingers diving between my legs and stroking my aching clit.
And fuck, I was so turned on, I might have even let him slap me.
“I need to come inside this sweet pussy, vicious. I need to feel you. Can I do that? Can I fuck you, wife?”
“I’m not your wife yet, Cain.” I swept my tongue across one of his nipples and looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “But I’ll be your whore.”
He spun me around so fast and bent me over the edge of the table that it almost made me dizzy. Maybe it was just the haze of lust, but I was drunk and wholly gone for this man, like nothing was more important than his cock buried inside me.
“Look at you. Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered against my back, dropping soft kisses as he nudged my entrance.
“Kai, please…” I shamelessly begged. But now his teeth were open against my ass, pulling a whine from my lips as he bitdown. “I can’t get pregnant… Just fuck me already before I cut you.”
He laughed and straightened, pushing me farther into the table until I no longer touched the ground and spread me open. Glancing back, my breath caught in my throat when I saw how his eyes devoured me. How his lips parted and his breathing accelerated as he admired every exposed inch.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, pressing inside me. The deliciously painful stretch of his cock had me gripping the edge of the table. He eased in slowly, feeling the slight resistance. “Easy, baby. Relax.” A man telling a woman to relax is the equivalent of fighting words, but the tenderness in his voice, the way he cared about my pain and pleasure, caused something warm to flutter in my belly.
“More, Kai. More, please.”
It was all the reassurance he needed to drive inside me as far as he could. A gasp left my lips at how utterly full of him I felt.
“You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” Every time he eased back and plunged inside, a loud moan vibrated in my chest. “You feel that, vicious? Your pussy was made for me.”
I clenched around him with every thrust and cried out his name into the cushioned surface of the table.
Kai’s hand smoothed up my back until his fingers were in my hair, and he tugged my head back as he bent over my body and groaned into my ear, “I told you I need you to scream for me.”
I bit my lip and grinned. “You said you’d make me…so make me.”
In one swift move, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back, and without so much as a moment to breathe, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder and fucked me so deep, I arched off the table, mouth open in a silent scream.
“I can’t hear you,” he said, circling his thumb over my clit. I shook my head and pounded the table with my fist as the whole damn thing scraped slightly across the floor.
“Kai,” I cried, lifting my head just in time to catch him spitting on my pussy, nearly sending me over the edge into oblivion. I didn’t need extra lubrication because the sounds rising from the slickness between us were filthy, sexy, and intoxicating. He was marking me.
I was his.
He rolled his thumb again, forcing another jolt and his name to echo against the walls of my studio. “Beautiful,” he said, cupping one of my bouncing breasts and squeezing, ripping another gasp from my lungs.
“Fuck, fuck,” I panted as his strokes intensified until my core tightened, and I felt myself reach the peak before shattering completely. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell, but Kai hadn’t slowed. Both of my legs were on his shoulders, and he bucked into me, gripping my thighs until my skin paled.
His grunts were loud, his cussing even louder, until he finally came inside me.
Letting my legs slide off, he laid his head over my trembling stomach as he caught his breath.
My eyelids fluttered closed when his hands came up around my waist and he kissed my belly tenderly at first, then with more passion. “You’re incredible,” he murmured over my dampened skin.
Kai straightened, grabbing my hand and taking me with him. “Mission accomplished.”
We laughed, and I looped my arms around his back, meeting his eyes. “What are we doing?”
“Whatever we want.”
“I don’t know if this is smart.”
He held my face. “Why?”
