When my lips part on a sigh, he slides his tongue into my mouth, and I find myself pushing him back so I can crawl into his lap to get closer.
The hardness of his erection pokes against my ass, and I grind into it, causing him to groan and deepen the kiss.
“I need you to fuck me,” I murmur against his lips.
“You want me to fuck you? Or do you want to fuck me?”
Jesus, this man. He’s unlike any other guy I’ve been with.
“I want you to fuck me just like this.” I wiggle my hips. “With me on top.”
But then it hits me that I’ve yet to see his cock, and this might be my only chance.
“But first …” I slide off his lap, and he pouts, making him look even younger. “I want to suck your dick.”
His eyes light up with renewed heat as I pull his boxer briefs down and his cock springs free. It’s thick and long with a couple of veins running along the length of his erection. There’s a single beadof pre-cum peeking out of the tip, and without thought, I lean down and lick it, wanting to know what every part of him tastes like.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he moans, tangling his fingers in my hair at the back of my head.
I pause, waiting to see if he’ll force himself on me, but he doesn’t, so I lean in again and suck on his mushroom head. A few more drops of pre-cum leak out, and I’m reminded that we’ll need a condom. I might be on the pill, but I’m not risking it.
I slide off the bed, and I can feel his eyes watching me as I saunter across the room and over to my purse, where I pull a foiled packet out of my zippered pouch.
When I return, I set it next to me and then go back to sucking his dick. As I take him down my throat, rolling his balls gently in my hand, he moans, saying how good it feels, and my legs clench in anticipation. There’s just something so hot about bringing this man to his knees—metaphorically.
“Holy shit!” he groans, tightening his hold on my hair yet making sure not to force me to do anything.
The image of him grabbing me by my hair and fucking my face flashes through my mind, and I’m almost positive that my arousal drips onto the bed. I’ve never let a guy face-fuck me before—when I was with Owen, we were young and had only started experimenting with our sexuality, and when I mentioned it to Theo, he refused.
But now I’m in control …
“Go ahead,” I tell Kane, knowing he wants to. When he stills, I glance up at him. “Fuck my face, Kane. I want you to fuck me so hard that I choke and gag all over your cock.”
Oh my God!I can’t believe I just said that out loud.
Before I can take it back—not because I regret it, but because he’s going to run before I get a chance to fuck him—he gets up, and my heart sinks because this is it. I finally found a guy to go along with my craziness, and I scared him off.
“You want me to fuck your face?” he asks, palming my cheek andlooking into my eyes.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“So hard that you choke and gag on my cock?”
Him repeating my words back to me only makes me wetter.
“Yes,” I repeat.
“Lie on your back.”
I don’t know why he’s asking this of me, but I’m so turned on at the thought of him fucking my face that I scramble onto my back.
He gets off the bed and pulls me to the edge so my head is hanging off the side of the mattress.
“If you want or need me to stop at any time, tap my leg.”
He grabs my hand and brings it up to show me where to tap, and I wiggle in my spot. If I need to tap, it’s because my mouth will be occupied … with his cock.
“Understand?” he asks, his voice deep and commanding.
