Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Cupping my ass, he hoists me with ease so my legs wrap tightly around his waist. When the lift finally opens on my floor, he carries me the length of the hall and backs me against my door. He kisses hard, then teeth gently graze my bottom lip before devouring me once more.
“Where’s your key?” he asks, panting.
“In… my… clutch,” I manage to say between my tongue dancing with his.
Kane lowers me to the floor and spins me so my back meets his chest, my breasts against the door. Feeling his raging cock pressing into my ass, he snakes a hand around my thigh and glides it up between my legs, fingers deftly pulling my panties to the side. Twisting a hand through my high ponytail, Kane tilts my head, holding me in position as he continues to deepen his kiss. His fingers slide in and around me, relishing in my need for him, teasing and leaving me wanting more. He works my clit like a master conductor, and when I feel my knees buckling, Kane presses harder with his groin which keeps me in place.
“Unlock your door, Blythe,” he growls, taking a step back and pulling me against his chest so I can use my arms. Kane continues the pressure on my clit, and I search blindly through my clutch, panting harder the closer I get to coming. It’s a pressure that’s been mounting for a ridiculous amount of time, and now Kane’s bringing me to a point of no return in a matter of heartbeats. Finding the key card, I wave it over the lock until it flashes green at the same time as my orgasm comes crashing in brutal waves. I cry out, hands planted against the door, Kane biting at my neck. He holds me tight when I grow weak, my head lolling against his shoulder while I recover.
I’m flung around like a ragdoll, Kane lifting me by the waist until I’m over his shoulder. Carrying me caveman style, he pushes through the door, throws my clutch on the dining table and takes me straight to the bedroom. Dropping me on the center of the bed, he spreads my legs wide open, my dress now bunched around my waist.
“I need to taste this pussy of yours,” he says with his gravelly voice full of need. Kane tears at my panties, discarding the ripped material before lowering his face between my thighs. I stifle a yelp as his mouth consumes my tender pussy, my back arching against the pressure that’s building once more. His tongue moves inside me, tasting what he’s longed for, before sliding to my clit, teeth nibbling and mouth sucking. I feel again on the verge of climax. His hands cup my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples, as I rake my fingers through his hair while I come to his tongue plunging in and out of my pussy.
My cry is broken and raw, tearing through me uncontrollably. “Kane,” I moan, falling limp. “I need you.”
Sitting on his knees, Kane wipes his mouth and licks his lips, a wicked gleam in his dark, wild eyes.
“The three magical words, baby. You’ll get me, I promise.” He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it over his shoulders revealing a body made by the gods, all carved and tanned to perfection. And finally, I get to see the extent of his ink map. Beautiful intricate tonal designs lace over most of his body. I could spend hours admiring the artwork, but that will have to wait.
He starts to undo his pants and I follow the movement, my hooded gaze traveling the perfect V down to his groin. Kane stands, dropping his pants and allowing his throbbing cock to bounce free.
Fuck. Me!
I knew it had to be huge, I could feel how big he was when he pressed into me while fully clothed. My nervous eyes meet his, but it’s too late. Kane hooks his arms around my legs and drags me closer to the edge of the bed keeping my knees bent. Leaning down, he claims my mouth once more, luring me into a false sense of comfort before plunging into me, deep and unforgiving. I cry out as pain and pleasure collide, my nails digging into his patterned back. Kane slides out some of the way before grinding his way back in, my skin prickling with the raw sensation.
“Oh…fuck!” I groan against his mouth, unsure if I should tell him to stop or keep going. My body makes the decision for me, hips responding to the grind, greedy and begging for more as he pushes deeper inside. It hurts, the sheer size of his cock forcing my pussy to accept all of him, yet, my conflicted body finds pleasure in the pain.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rumbles against my ear, now gently thrusting until I adjust. He throbs inside me, my pussy clenching in response. “Too fucking good.” Kane lowers my dress straps over my shoulders and frees my breasts, taking turns at sucking each one, biting on my already-hard nipples. “I want to savor every moment, take my time teasing the fuck out of you. But this time, I just want to fuck you hard until you can’t walk. Is that what you want, baby?”