Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Still, there have to be limits. When Kane leans over and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, I moan and push at his head.
“No,” I said breathlessly. “No, Kane—hand stuff is okay. But mouth stuff, well, that’s going too far.”
He sucks hard for a minute longer, making me squirm, then slowly, he lets my aching nipple slip from between his lips.
“No mouth stuff—got it,” he growls. “But I can touch you any way I want to?”
“Any way you want,” I breathe and spread my thighs a little wider. “Go ahead, Kane. I don’t mind helping you when you’re hungry. If you need to pet me—to touch my breasts and my pussy—I’ll let you.”
“Mmm, you’re so sweet, baby,” he growls and his big, warm hand runs all over my bare breasts. I moan as he palms each for a moment before tugging my nipples. God, why does it feel so good to let him touch me when I never wanted to be touched by any other man?
I have no answers and before I know it, Kane’s hand is sliding down my trembling belly to cup my pussy.
“Is this okay, baby?” he rumbles in my ear. “Can I touch you like this?”
Actually, I wish he’d touch me more. He’s just cupping me right now but I’m aching inside—so wet and needy but I’m embarrassed to admit it.
“Yes,” I whisper and roll my hips, pressing my pussy deeper into his hand. “You can touch me like that, Kane.”
“What about like this?” Suddenly two long fingers are parting my pussy lips, opening me down there, making me gasp. “Can I spread your soft little pussy open and touch you like this?” Kane murmurs, looking into my eyes. “Can I stroke your sweet clit, baby?”
As he speaks, one long finger begins circling the aching button of my clit. I give a little cry and my hips buck on their own. Oh God, it feels so good!
“Yes, Kane!” I moan. “You …you can touch me there too.”
“No, I want to hear you say it,” he tells me. “Say, ‘yes, you can stroke my clit.’”
“Yes, you can…can stroke my clit,” I moan. Oh God, why is he making me say this? But it makes me even hotter to hear the dirty words coming out of my mouth.
“What about this?” Kane asks and his teasing fingers dip lower to circle the mouth of my pussy. “Can I put my fingers deep inside you, baby? Can I fingerfuck your soft little cunt?”
“Yes! Oh God, Kane—yes!” I’m moaning steadily now—I can barely get the words out.
“Say it,” he demands again. “Say what you want me to do, baby!”
“I want you to…to put them inside me,” I moan. “To put your fingers deep inside my pussy and fuck me with them. Fuck me, Kane!”
His growl is low and savage as he thrusts two thick fingers to the hilt inside me. I cry out and arch my back as I spread my thighs even wider, opening myself for him completely.
“Good girl,” he growls in my ears. “Such a good girl to spread your thighs and let me fuck your soft little pussy!”
He’s thrusting inside me but then he starts doing something else—something different. I feel him rubbing some inner spot—a spot I didn’t know I had. At the same time, the pad of his thumb starts rubbing my aching clit again. Suddenly my pleasure jumps to a whole new level—I can feel the sensations building inside me and I know I’m going to come.
“Oh…oh, Kane!” I moan as my hips start rocking to his rhythm. “Oh that feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
I don’t know why I’m so vocal—I barely make a peep when I’m with Charles. But I never feel much of anything with him. With Kane, it’s different. It’s like he has somehow woken my body up—like I was asleep my whole life before I met him and now I’m coming awake and alive.
“That’s right, baby—work for it,” he urges me. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Good girl—you’re so close.”
I am close and suddenly, I’m there—the pleasure washes over me and I’m coming. Coming harder than I can ever remember coming in my life.
Usually my orgasms—when I have them—are meek, timid little things. I barely feel them at all—just a gentle crest of pleasure, like a soft wave lapping at the shore. But this…this is a tidal wave. I feel it rush through my entire body, sending sparks of pure light through every bit of me. It feels so good I can barely breathe, but somehow I want more.
“Kiss me!” I demand breathlessly and tug at his hair. “Kiss me while you make me come!”
Kane lets out a low growl of pure pleasure and covers my mouth with his own. Our tongues meet and my hips buck as the intense pleasure goes on and on, washing over and through me until I can barely think anymore.