Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
I bite my lower lip to keep from groaning in protest.
This isn’t about me.
I shouldn’t be mad.
And yet…
I’m panting, trying to ignore the pulsing in my pussy. The primal need to rub myself all over his face and come.
“We should start here, don’t you think?” He sits on his haunches and his large palms cover my hips as he roughly slides me forward and maneuvers my legs onto his right shoulder until his cock is nudging at my pussy.
I nod, grabbing on to the sheets. A sting of pleasure goes through me as he shallowly thrusts in my opening. With every push, I go slack, expecting him to slam in as usual, but he doesn’t.
My pussy’s so wet, the third time he thrusts shallowly, I tighten and my eyes roll back on a groan.
The orgasm is sharp and powerful, making my legs shake on his shoulder. I love the contrast of my tan skin against his lighter tone, the way his shoulder flexes, providing support against my curled toes.
“You’re coming already?” he tsks, slapping his cock against my sensitive clit. “Your cunt is that greedy for my cock, huh?”
I whimper as the remnants of the orgasm quake through me, or maybe it’s a brand-new one bleeding into the previous one.
“You know what I think?” He plunges his cock into my wet slit, eliciting electric jolts from the base of my belly. “I think I should fuck your virgin ass, Dahlia. I should stuff my cock into this tight hole and claim you as mine once and for all.”
He slides my wetness to my back hole, spits on his hand, then slides it between my ass cheeks and plunges his middle finger into my tight channel.
I groan, my back arching as he adds another finger, thrusting, loosening me up.
Kane has often played with my ass when he’s fucked me. The last time he did this—a few days ago—he fucked me with three fingers.
It was strange and hurt in the beginning, but it always made me come. But then again, I love the way Kane dominates me, no matter what he does.
I’m a bit apprehensive about anal. His cock is way bigger than his three fingers, but I can handle him.
I’m the only one who can handle him.
He angles me up so only my head and upper shoulders are on the mattress, spits on my back hole again, then rams a third finger in.
My gasp echoes in the air, my fractured breaths synching with the pattering of the rain.
“You’re still so tight, no matter how much I play with you.” He slaps my ass cheek. “How are you going to fit my cock here, Dahlia?”
I lather up his hard cock that’s already covered with my juices. Precum covers my hands, and I use it to lube him up more.
“Mmm. That’s it.” He thrusts in my hand while he pumps his fingers inside me. “Make my cock nice and wet so I can fuck your ass.”
My pussy throbs and I guide him to my back hole.
“So impatient.” He pulls out his fingers. “Want me to fuck you when you’re barely ready? It’ll hurt.”
“I like it when it hurts.”
“You’re trembling.”
“It’s okay. It’s you.”
“It’s me,” he growls the words. “If it’s me, you’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want with you, wildflower? You like it when I do whatever the fuck I please, don’t you? Your cunt becomes so wet and compliant, and you turn into clay in my fucking hands. Because no one can give you what I can. No one but me can fucking own you.”
My heart’s beating fast because he’s breathing harshly. Sweat shines on his toned muscles, and his eyes are so blue, his pupils so blown up, I can see my reflection in them.
“You’re right.” I smile as tears gather in my eyes. “No one but you can own me.”
Because I’ve never loved anyone but him.
And I don’t think I ever will.
The reason I want him so much isn’t only because of the sex. It’s because I feel the strongest connection when his body fuses with mine.
It’s like I can touch his soul.
And I think I do, because a harsh breath expels out of him and he speaks in a rough tone. “Say it again.”
“You’re right?”
“No, the part that no one but me can own you.”
“No one. I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Only mine.” His big hands wrap around my waist.
He wants to flip me on my stomach, I realize.
No. No, not now.
I clutch his arm, my palms trembling on his skin, and I shake my head, my eyes wide, my cheeks heated. “No.”
“No?”
“I want to see your face.”
He doesn’t release me and I start to panic, but I whisper, “Please.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, then keeps one arm around my waist and parts my ass cheeks with the other hand, nudging his cock against my hole.