Fuck, I love that sound.
“You can torture me all you want,” she whimpered as she pushed her ass against me. The rain kept coming down in sheets. We should be freezing, yet her body singed mine as I leaned over her.
“Maybe I’ll just fuck your ass,” I growled in her ear. She responded by pushing against me again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re a filthy little slut for me”
“Kane,” she groaned. “Fuck me.”
I shoved into her pussy and she cried out. Squeezing her hips, I pulled her against me as I thrust into her wet heat. She was dripping and moaning as I fucked her. Gritting my teeth, I fucked her with precision. Slow, agonizing strokes that made me want to come in seconds.
She squeezed my cock and cried out as I spanked her again, her ass glowing red from where I hit her. She moaned every fucking time I made contact with her skin. I kept thrusting as I massaged her ass, following it up with another smack.
Soon she was soaking wet, so fucking close to coming she was shaking. She clenched me so hard I had to fight the urge to come.
Because she deserved to be punished, and I did too a little bit, I pulled out.
“What the fuck?” She groaned, trying to look back at me.
“You’re being punished.” I pushed down between her shoulder blades so she couldn’t get up. “Don't move,” I ordered before I went to my car and got a small bottle of lube from the glove compartment. I knew I kept that travel-sized bottle around for a reason.
I slid behind her again and poured some of the liquid on her ass, making her gasp at the coolness of it.
“Do you really keep lube in your car?” She laughed as I rubbed my cock with the liquid.
“Always be prepared,” I smiled, lining my cock up with her asshole. I started pushing in slowly, letting her get used to me. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re gonna feel so good in a second.”
She let out a breath as I pushed in further, not stopping until I was all the way in. I put one hand on her neck and the other found her clit, and I started rubbing her as I picked up speed. “Fuck, your ass in the tightest thing I’ve ever been inside.”
“Oh god.” She trembled beneath me as my balls slapped against her skin and my fingers worked her faster. “Yes, yes, yes!” She screamed into the dark night.
“That’s it, baby,” I said as I fucked her into the hood of the car. She was shaking, more from my cock and less from the rain, and I knew she was close. “I’m gonna let you come because you’re so fucking pretty when you clench my cock.”
As I spoke the words, I squeezed her throat and pinched her clit. She shot off like a rocket, coming so hard it made me lose control. I filled her ass and pulled out, resting my cock above her crack and letting myself finish.
I loved how my cum looked as it spilled out of her hole. As it trickled down her ass.
She collapsed beneath me as the rain started to let up. She rolled over, her delectable body glistening in the rain and moonlight.
“So much for the last time being the last time,” I smirked as I tucked myself back in my boxers. I went to my SUV and pulled out a hoodie for Dani and a cigarette for me. I tossed it to her but she stayed still on top of the car as I leaned against it. She was still breathing heavily, like I’d rocked her fucking world so hard she couldn’t even sit up.
“I guess I’ve finally rendered you speechless. I didn’t think it was possible,” I said as I lit the cigarette.
“Fuck you,” she chuckled, sitting up enough to slip on the hoodie that was way too big for her. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, remember?”
“I don’t give a fuck what our dads say, I’m not finished with you yet.”
“You know I always want what I can’t have,” she said as she swiped my cigarette and wrapped her pink lips around it.
Fuck, I was in trouble.
Chapter 23
Dani
“DoyouthinkIordered enough food? And you remembered to get drinks, right?” I asked Kane as I adjusted the spread on the counter for the fifth time. I ordered enough appetizers to feed an entire football team. Twice.
“If we drink all the beer and soda I bought, we have other issues to worry about,” Kane deadpanned, leaning against the counter in his kitchen.
We could’ve set up the food and drinks on the main floor because Gio and Alana were staying in Fremont for the rest of the week, but I liked the third floor better. It felt lived-in and cozy, much unlike the rest of the mansion. Possibly because the guy who lived here didn’t dabble in minimalist aesthetics. He cared more about being comfortable.