“Yes.” I nod once. “Now, fuck my mouth.”
He glances down at me, and a roguish smirk graces his too-handsome-for-his-own-good face as he grips his shaft and strokes it a few times while I watch with eagerness.
With the hand that’s not stroking himself, he reaches out and pinches my nipple, and I squirm in desire. He does it to the other one, and I’m about to tell him to hurry this along when his hand goes to my hair and he steps closer, tugging my head back slightly.
The underside of his cock bobs over my face, and I practically salivate. Thanks to the bed being a bit on the higher side, he easily guides his cock into my open and awaiting mouth. I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know what to expect, other than what I’ve seen from watching porn.
But Kane does not disappoint. He doesn’t stop until he’s all the way down my throat, and then he proceeds to face-fuck me. With his hands gripping the sides of my face, he takes no mercy on me, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Just as I was hoping for, I gag and splutter, his long, thick length filling my airway and making it hard to breathe.
For a split second, I wonder if I made a horrible decision andthis is how I’m going to die. In my world, you can’t be too careful with who you trust, and I literally just put my life in the hands of a stranger. But then he pulls back, giving me a moment to catch my breath, and all thoughts of dying fly out the window as I get lost in the moment.
I slurp and suck as he fucks my mouth, and without thought, my hand goes to my pussy, needing to come again.
The tips of my fingers slide between my folds, and I’m soaked. Like, I have no doubt that I’m leaving a wet spot on the bed.
“Fuck, Princess,” Kane groans. “Your mouth is perfect.”
He picks up his speed, and I do the same with my fingers. As he fucks my mouth, I massage my clit, and within seconds, I’m coming all over my fingers.
I expect Kane to come down my throat, but instead, he pulls out and sits on the bed, pulling me on top of him so I’m straddling his muscular thighs.
He grabs the condom and slides it over his hard length and then looks at me. “Tell me I can fuck you.”
The desperation in his tone, mixed with the fact that he’s asking rather than taking—once again making sure I stay in control—has me sinking onto him.
We both moan in unison as he stretches me until he’s inside me to the hilt.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out.
Gripping the curves of my hips, he fucks me fast and deep from the bottom. My fingers delve into his hair, and his mouth connects with mine.
And as I come for the third time tonight, everything hits me like a tidal wave—the control, the pleasure, the chemistry between Kane and me—and before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing off him and running to the bathroom, not wanting him to see me lose it.
Tears stream down my face as I reach the bathroom, but before I can slam the door, he’s following me inside and lifting me into his strong arms.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent while I continue to cry for the broken woman who wants so badly to feel whole.
Somehow, while holding me, Kane manages to turn the water on. He walks us into the shower and then sets me on the bench. Wordlessly, he washes my hair, massaging my scalp, while I continue to silently cry, my tears mixing with the water and swirling down the drain—which is really quite fitting because it feels like being with Kane tonight cleansed the parts of me that Theo had made me feel were dirty.
Not once did Kane tell me no or argue with me. He didn’t look at me like I was strange when I told him to fuck my face. He was turned on and enjoyed everything we did.
As Kane rinses me off, my body shakes.
He was just supposed to be a one-night stand. A way to prove that I was the problem. Instead, he knocked down several of my walls, leaving me feeling more vulnerable than I’d ever felt.
Theo was safe.
Kane is dangerous.
And with that realization, my heart begins to race because Kane is dangerous to my heart.
But what if he took care of it?I think as Kane turns off the water and hands me a towel.
We quickly dry off and then he hands me my clothes and says, “It’s been fun, Princess,” effectively raising every wall he temporarily brought down.
Because Kane isn’t looking for more.
