Lifting myself, I glide along him, wetting the head and reveling in the way he tenses. “Don’t lose focus now.”
He smirks, shoving his hand under me and swiping a hand through my wet folds. When he pulls his hand back, he glides it over my swollen lips, smearing my wetness on them. My tongue peeks out to lick it off, but he grabs me by the nape of my neck and hauls my face to his, kissing me so deeply my mind stops.
The taste of copper and sweet musk overwhelms my senses, making me dizzy and needy, my hips rocking feverishly until I’m able to slide his tip inside me.
Our groans flow out in unison as I sink down, filling myself until I’m fully seated.
Once my body adjusts, I lift again and fall.
“Again,” he commands, the deep rattle of his voice vibrating through my core.
And it’s then I lose control, rising to my knees and slamming back down. The small sting of pain from his width is intoxicating. Addicting. My body begins moving of its own accord, my hand finding my throat while the other tugs on my barbells, pinching my nipples tight.
“That’s it.” He strokes my sides, spurring me on. “Take what you need from me.”
It only takes a moment but one look into his soft gaze and I piece it together.
A small huff of frustration and admiration works its way from my nostrils as I realize what he’s doing. He’s giving me control. Control over him, over what I dreamed about, over what Ican’tcontrol.
I work harder, move faster, take all that my body can handle until my lungs burn from the quick intakes of air and my knees quiver at his sides. Sweat beads across my brow, through the valley of my breasts and down my spine.
Tingles start to shoot up my cunt, my release beginning to build. But as soon as the moment starts, Kane takes back the reins.
He slips his index finger inside with his cock, this one curling while his thumb strokes my clit. My rhythm falters, the overwhelming tremors rolling down my spine in vicious waves.
He plays me like a harp, each time his finger moves, or his thumbs stroke me, I sing a different song, my moans coming out wilder and louder as he continues his assault. It doesn’t take long before my orgasm comes.
“Look at me,” he barks. “Look at who makes you come undone.”
The second my eyes flash down, my release tears through my body so violently I stop moving, lost in the waves of immense pleasure. But Kane takes over, turning us around in one go, and fucking the rest of it out of me so it doesn’t ebb too quickly.
He lets out a guttural groan as he follows behind.
When his shoulders stop shuddering, he collapses at my side, his pants of air blowing my strands of hair over my neck.
“You’re breathing as if you put in some type of work.”
Kane scoffs. “Letting you take over required more self-restraint than you can possibly fathom.”
My eyes roll, a genuine soft laugh tickling my nose hairs. “I’m sure.”
“Oh, you think that’s funny? Do I entertain you, Boss?” He’s up on his knees in a second, drawing his shirt over his head. “Let’s see if I still make you laugh when my tongue is cleaning up our mess.”
“Kane,” I whisper-hiss, grabbing at his disheveled hair. But he’s already between my legs and his mouth is on my pussy.
The sun is hidden today, tucked behind thick dark clouds. Thunder rolls overhead as we ride through the city, the skyline of trees fading into houses, then turning into buildings.
Even though we’ve been out before, and even with everyone from the house coming, I’m still on the edge of my seat. And for more than one reason.
I lied to Onyx.
My mom is fine, staying with her neighbor friend for the foreseeable future. The house is currently… uninhabitable, and I refuse to pay for repairs when I already have everything set up to get her the hell out of the city.
The truth is more boring, and far less fucking noble.
When I got home and called my sister, she had news.
“You have one week, Zek. Seven days and I’m their property.” Her voice cracks, severing the small string holding me together. I’ve been so fucking caught up in my own shit... in Onyx, I… I thought I could figure out a way to spare them both.