This is about control.
A delicious power game between us.
“Wettest pussy I’ve ever fingered,” he taunts. “Is it all for me?”
“No, it’s for your fucking brother,” I hiss, overwhelmed by a surge of something ugly and toxic, something that wants to lash out. Wettest pussy he’s fingered? How many women has he had like this?
Rich prick.
Flipping me over with a dark look, Kane pins me down, his grip firm on my neck as he lowers his jeans and boxers just far enough to free his rock-hard cock.
The luxurious silk quilt muffles my screams as I struggle, but it’s useless. Kane barely breaks a sweat while I claw at the bedding, wriggling to escape.
When he yanks my hair and pulls my head up, I cry out for a different reason because that shit fucking hurts. He leans down, speaking against the shell of my ear.
“See that gun on the desk? So close yet so fucking far. What a shame, little rabbit. What a fucking shame.”
And then he takes me with one hard thrust.
Delicious, burning pain courses through me, despite how wet I am. There’s no preparing for his size. I cry out, half scream, half moan.
“Still thinking about my brother?” There’s a strain in his voice as he grabs hold of the headboard and fucks into me ruthlessly. “Still thinking about him doing this to you?”
He presses my face into the silk to muffle my response, but that doesn’t stop him from taunting me even more.
“Or are you thinking about my friends? All of us at once?”
My core tightens and pulses. I moan into the blanket, arching my back for more. I’ll come in no time if he keeps this up.
I don’t want to fuck his friends. Kane knows that, but the forbidden thought excites me on a primal level. My body reacts when he taunts me like that.
“Damn, this fucking pussy.” He grunts, rocking his hips deep. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Likewise, Kane Ravencourt. Fucking likewise.
Thoughts of returning home are far from my mind now as he drives his thick cock in and out of me while my pussy grows even wetter and swollen. The wooden headboard bangs obnoxiously against the wall, but for once, I don’t care about being overheard.
Nothing matters except the incredible sensation of him inside me as he drills and drills and drills. This is what Rain callscock drunk,a term I used to scoff at, yet here we are, eyes rolling back in my head when Kane rips my head up by the hair, driving his snapping hips against my ass. I’ve never heard such a lewd, erotic sound before, but then again, no one has ever fucked me this hard either.
My walls squeeze around his cock, and I moan loud enough to wake the dead.
“You like that, baby?” His fingers tangle in my hair as he tilts my neck at an awkward angle. “You like a hard fuck?”
That’s to put it mildly. I had no idea sex could feel this good.
Another one of my broken moans fills the room before Kane slips out and flips me over like I’m a sex toy for his pleasure.
After he sits me up against the headboard, he kneels in front of me with his slick cock gripped in his fist. I barely draw a breath before he thrusts into my mouth.
The solid weight of his dick presses into my throat, and I gag before I can swallow, but he doesn’t let up.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, baby,” he instructs, his voice thick with lust as he sinks deeper. “There’s a good girl. Take what I give you.”
And then he begins to rut, one hand tangled in my matted hair while the other braces against the wall.
“Fuck, that’s it. God, you’re so pretty. Look at me.”
Tears slide freely down my cheeks as I peer up at his heavy-lidded eyes. Then I choke around his thick length, my stomach convulsing. He curses and thrusts deeper into my throat, three more times… four.
