“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, Jessica.”
When I don’t answer, he kisses me slowly, thoroughly, prying my lips open with his tongue. My pulse climbs my throat as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“You’re in love with me, remember?” With a sharp snap of his hips, he seats himself inside me, big and throbbing.
The sudden fullness is so intense, so pleasurable, that I forget to breathe.
“You’re so in love with me you’re going to come all over my dick before I send you home with my cum leaking from your freshly fucked pussy.”
“Your mouth, Kane.”
His thrusts turn sharper, and I dig my heels into his ass, clinging to him as he snaps his hips into me again and again.
“What about it?” he asks, driving deep.
“It’s filthy.”
“You love it. I feel you clenching every time I say something dirty.”
Suddenly, he rises onto his knees and lifts me against him as if I weigh nothing. He fucks me like that, supporting my weight with one arm around my waist.
“You’re in love with me, aren’t you, baby?” His eyes are heavy as I drop my head back with a moan. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m in love with you.”
I’m so far gone, riding that relentless wave, I’d say anything to get there. All I want is to come.
“Yeah? You’re mine?”
“I’m yours, Kane. Oh fuck…”
“Remember that.”
Why does he sound so controlled as he bounces me on his cock? Meanwhile, I’m falling apart, sore from last night yet still craving more of him.
God, I love his dick.
That magical, demon-bred, physics-defying cock that Satan undoubtedly handcrafted.
“Look at me, Jessica.”
My head feels heavy, but I lift it, caught by his unsettling blue eyes.
“There’s my girl,” he says. “Look at me with those eyes. God, you’re beautiful.”
Time disappears. Kane eventually carries me out of bed and fucks me against the wide window overlooking the sprawling lawns. Somewhere below, a leaf blower drones, but Kane doesn’t care that we’re giving the gardener a show.
Moments later, we’re on the move again.
Remind me not to suck him off first thing, because now he’s an unstoppable machine. The next thing I know, I’m bent over the footboard, my hand clamped over my mouth to muffle the scream that tears out of me as I fall apart for the second time.
Kane isn’t far behind, fucking into me with ruthless thrusts that steal my breath and make me yelp in surprise. I feel his impressive length pulse, his release coating my insides.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he yanks my head back, breathing choppily against my temple. “Now I have to kill the fucking gardener.”
He’s joking, right?
“You let him see us.”
