His snapping, forceful movements slow, turning languid and lazy. He tightens his grip on my hair and watches himself claim my mouth.
A beat passes, and then hot, salty cum fills my throat in quick squirts. The sticky release seeps between my stretched lips and pushes from my nostrils when I cough and splutter around his cock. A guttural groan vibrates his chest, his thighs quivering.
“I wanted to see your cunt drip with my cum,” he says, breathless, “but that bratty mouth…” He shakes his head, laughing quietly. “It needed a good fucking.”
I would glare if I could, but I’m still pulsing between my legs, and with his taste on my tongue, I’d do just about anything for release.
Kane cups my chin and gently rubs his thumb over the swollen flesh of my bottom lip. “You should see your mouth now. Red and swollen and so damn pretty. Freshly fucked.”
“Please,” I plead, sucking his thumb into my mouth to tempt him. The dimple in Kane’s cheek deepens before he slips his finger free, snapping my teeth shut with a sharp tap to my chin.
“Please, what, pretty girl?”
“You know what.”
“Use your words, or I’ll drop you off at home, wet and needy, tomorrow morning.”
“That’s not funny, Kane. It hurts.”
“Well, then, beg me to make you come.”
I look away with a harsh exhale, stubborn to the end. I’ll beg him if I have to, but my pride won’t back down that easily.
Grabbing my hair, he pulls me back and smacks his still hard cock on my lips. “I’ll fuck this pretty hole all night and leave you soaking in your own juices.”
“Such a gentleman,” I snark.
He blinds me with a grin as he rubs out a bit of aftercum, smearing it over my lips. “All you have to do is beg. Open that pretty mouth and ask me to make you come.”
I gnash my teeth, gazing up at him defiantly as he coaxes his dick past my lips. How is he still hard?
“I have all the time in the world,” he says, brushing my hair away from my forehead and dragging his weighty cock over my tongue in slow, lazy rolls of his hips.
I can’t help but suck him deeper, swirling my eager tongue over the roadmap of bulging veins. Let’s be honest. I don’t have much experience with blowjobs, but I’ll happily suck on Kane’s dick like a drug. I can’t get enough.
As he exhales a raggedfuck,I take him as far back as I can.
I suck and lick with everything in me. My gag reflex kicks in, but I don’t want him to stop, so I meet his gaze with heavy eyes, urging him on. I need him just as drunk on lust as I am.
Kane pulls out before manoeuvring me so I’m kneeling on the bed, facing the headboard. Once he’s settled behind me, he angles my hips and bands a strong arm around my waist. Then he begins fucking my throbbing clit, and I grab the headboard, panting moans spilling from my lips in a steady stream of pleas for more.
“Look at what you did.” His lips brush the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “I’m hard again.”
“Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
His cock drags over my clit again and again, hitting the spot just right. I tremble in his hold, seconds from falling apart.
Seconds away from coming on his dick.
His hips roll like waves against a cliff as he whispers filth in my ear, words that make my pussy gush and my cheeks burn with needy desire and embarrassment.
“I want to feel you inside me.” I wiggle my hips to guide him to where I need him, but he stills me with his hands on my waist. “I’m so empty. Please.”
“Such a little slut for my cock.”
