“Mmmm,” Kane growled, the vibration rocketing me toward my release. He flicked his tongue a few more times and reached forward, grabbing my nipples between his fingers and rolling them, tugging them. That was all it took.
I cried out as he sucked on my clit. My legs began to shake and I came so hard my vision blurred. I slumped forward as the waves of pleasure ebbed through my body, my blood, my bones. Taking a deep breath, I turned to see that sly smirk on Kane’s face.
He bit his lip as he took his length in his hand, stroking it again. “Ride my cock.”
I whimpered as I rose up, lining up and sinking down on him. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as he pulled me down, making me take all of him, filling me completely, stretching me in the best way.
The last thing he needed was to know what he was doing to me–like the wetness dripping down his cock wasn’t a dead giveaway as to how turned on I was. I still didn’t want to admit that he made come harder than anyone else ever had.
I was still mad at him.
Harnessing that energy, I began to fuck him. I rolled my hips, taking every thick inch of his cock, clenching him, squeezing him. His heavy breathing in my ear mixed with his hands massaging my nipples were enough to make me want to pass out with pleasure.
Every single nerve was on high alert as his hands slithered down to my hips, grabbing on and increasing our pace. His movements were forceful yet calculated. Like he knew just how to fuck me to the brink of orgasm without letting me go all the way.
“Fuck me like you hate me, baby. I fucking love it.” His lips found my neck and my head fell back onto his shoulder. His grunts were…nothing I’d ever heard from him. It was addictive. I wanted more of it. More of him.
He rubbed my clit with his fingers as I fucked him. It wasn’t enough. Being in the back of a car didn’t help and I was getting frustrated.
“Fuck me. Hard,” I breathed. I was so fucking close to coming again but I needed it faster. I needed him to hurt me.
Kane, always one for a challenge, put one hand on my throat and the other on my abdomen, driving into me like a wild animal, squeezing the air from my body. I took over rubbing my clit, lost in pure ecstasy as he tightened his grip on my neck. My vision blurred as I let the euphoria wash over my body.
His thrusts quickened and I knew he was close too. “I know you’re pissed at me, sweetheart. I’ll let you take your anger out on me anytime,” he rasped, finally removing his hand and allowing me a breath.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he shifted me forward, hitting even deeper. “Kane, I can’t–
“Yes, you can,” he growled, slamming into me. “I want to punish you for being a brat, for letting other guys touch you, but I think you’d enjoy it too much. Spit,” Kane instructed as he placed his thumb in front of my mouth.
I obeyed because I’m a basic bitch. Once his thumb was glistening, he pulled it back and started to tease my asshole with it.
“I can’t wait to take this tight ass of yours,” he said as he pushed in and out, effectively setting off yet another bomb inside my body.
“Fuck, Kane. Fuck,” I groaned as I pushed back, siphoning every single second of pleasure I could get from him. He fucked me harder until he tensed, coming with force, spilling inside of me.
“Fuck. The way you clench my cock…” He pulled me back so I was flush against his chest. He squeezed each of my boobs, holding me tight to him, making sure every bit of his cum was inside of me.
My breathing was out of control and my body tingled, but fuck, I felt so much tension leave my body as he held me. I looked up at him. We were both covered in sweat. His brown eyes were mesmerizing like this. He wasn’t angry. He looked comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable…
“This is cozy,” I deadpanned, reality coming back to my horny little brain. I tried to climb off his lap but he wouldn’t let go of my tits.
“Stay. I’m still coming,” Kane smirked. “What?”
“Just because you gave me a good dicking doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you,” I scoffed. His hands dropped to his sides, eyes darkening. What the fuck did he expect?
“That was more thana good dickingand you know it. Like I said, you’re not that good of an actress.”
His cock was still half-hard as I removed myself from his lap, his cum leaking from me. I tried not to think about how fucking hot that was…
Focus!
I spotted Kane’s gym bag and dug out a crusty old t-shirt to clean myself up. Not wearing panties today was achoiceand not a very good one. How was I to know I’d be ordered to the backseat of a hundred thousand dollar SUV and fucked within an inch of my life?
Death by orgasm. What a way to go.
“Hey,” Kane said as he zipped his pants. “You can be mad all you want. I want your anger, your attitude, all of it. What just happened…that was nothing compared to what I have planned for you.”
I let out a huff of air, not really having a response for that. He wanted to fuck again, I guess. It was weird. Neither of us had the best reputation when it came to our sexual partners. To be planning another hookup before my body was properly functioning from the last one was…