Kai rips the ice pick free, and I hear it clattering over the floor as he tosses it away. Both hands go to my hair, holding me in place as he kisses me urgently, like he wants to steal the whimpers I make as I come undone.
Then he’s flipping me over, pressing down my head, angling my body over the sofa so my ass is up in the air.
With a twist of the top tangled around my wrists, he stretches my arms taut, keeping me from tipping over and hitting my head on the floor…but barely.
It’s in this precarious position, my entire body tensed as I try to keep my balance, that Kai finally claims his ten minutes in Heavenly.
And yes, the fucked-up nympho inside my head wishes Bastian were sitting in a chair nearby, watching.
Waiting for his turn.
Chapter 56
Kai
I push up Haven’s skirt until it’s bundled at her lower back, baring everything.
“Jesus, this ass…” I groan, kneading her plump cheeks with one hand, the other gripping her makeshift handcuffs.
She rocks forward at the pressure, but I tug her back, and she throws me a frustrated look over her shoulder, like I’m taking too long to dick her.
I’d drag this out all night. Fuck, all morning, too. But I nearly came in my pants from the way she unraveled at my touch. I try not to think about which part got me the hardest—her talking about Rooke fucking her, or how she just let me fuck her with an ice pick.
The torture of holding back is exquisite, but I’m ready to end my suffering.
Judging from the open pleading on her face, she’s ready too.
I yank my dick out of my sweatpants, holding it by its thick, hard shaft and giving it a slow rub. The sound she makes and the wide-eyed look she throws over her shoulder when I tug her asscheek aside and spit on her pussy has me smirking at her as I line up.
I have to bite back a groan at how fucking amazing she feels when I finally push into her.
I try to tease her, going slow so I can feel her hot walls adjusting to every inch I feed inside.
Her frustrated whimpers tell me I’m doing it just right, but the need to fuck her hard and rough, shoving every inch of my cock inside, it overwhelms me in seconds.
I yank at her improvised handcuffs, bowing her back so her ass plumps out even more, and ram home.
Haven cries out, and I can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or pain.
I don’t stop to psychoanalyze.
I fuck her even harder.
My hips slap against her bouncy ass, and I swear each thump gets my dick harder than before. It feels like seconds pass before the pulsing at the base of my spine warns me I’m about to offload.
I pull out, choking the base of my dick as I desperately fight the urge to shoot my load all over Haven’s ass.
“Why the fuck are you stopping?” She twists to look at me, and I swear there’s a pout on her lips. “Are you seriously gonna come already?”
“Jesus,” I mutter, shoving my dick back inside her.
I almost wish she’ll keep talking smack like that, because it shot me straight down to earth again. “Shut the hell up, would you?”
“Shouldn’t you be fucking me so hard I can’t—“ She cuts off with an unsteady gasp as I press my thumb against her asshole. “Okay, okay!” I swear there’s a hint of laughter in her voice, but I’m too busy fucking her to figure out what the hell she finds so funny.
I do like the way her pussy tightens around my cock when I start rubbing her asshole, though. So I keep doing it, threatening to dip inside with every thrust.
“That shit with Rooke is never gonna happen,” I tell her, hoping the declaration will stop my brain repeating that bullshit to me nonstop.
