Page 56 of King of Ruin

My nerves singe at the sight, my cunt clenching around nothing, reminding me to return my fingers back to my throbbing center. When I do, Kane smirks, and uses his free hand to swipe through my pussy.

I jolt. “What are you–”

My words get caught as he uses my arousal as lubricant, and begins stroking his dick in long, languid strokes. With him mere inches from me, the act stirs up something dark, and delicious, and suddenly I want him inside me more than I ever have.

Kane’s brows furrow as if something is wrong before pushing my hand out of the way. Before words can form, he leans forward slightly and spits on my pussy.

I start to sit up but stop when he drags the head of his cock through my slit, gathering both his saliva and my arousal. A heavy moan falls freely from my mouth, an entirely new feeling blossoming low in my belly.

But then when he pulls back, I nearly convulse, the loss of him making my head spin in the worst way. I want him back, diving inside of me and relieving us both of the torment. But when he begins to stroke himself again in a faster motion, I bite into the side of my mouth to keep the plea from slipping out. I won’t beg.

I can’t.

“Don’t get shy now, my needy girl.” Even if I wasn’t looking at him, I would be able to hear the arrogant smirk on his face.

I let out an annoyed huff, but return my hand, a new determination filling my chest. But Kane must know I’m on the precipice of giving in to him because he begins growling whispered commands.

“Slide two fingers inside and curl them.”

“I don’t need to be taught how to–”

“I want you to fuck yourself how I would. Lay back.”

I smirk, though it isn’t as confident as his. I hadn’t realized until now how much I missed his touch, how much Icraveit. And imagining it’s him touching me is far more enticing, especially with his eyes on me. So while I won’t give in to his desire for me to beg, I do oblige this, telling myself it’s for my benefit only.

When my back falls into the bed, he growls another command. “That’s a good girl. Now play with those tight nipples of yours.”

Again, I do as told, but only because my breasts are heavy and tingling with the need to be touched. I rotate my thumb, pressing harder as I interchange between tugging my barbells and pinching the tender skin.

It’s all too much, the sensations and heat combined with the tension begging to break. Moans fall freely now as I watch Kane and I work ourselves a mere breath away from each other. Heat expands as his own grunts fill the air, sweat drips between the valley of my breasts and down the side of his temple.

It’s too hard not to give in. Not to enter in a bubble with him and just be.

“Your pussy is so damn pretty.” His voice is nothing but a growl, a deep want lining every word. “So fucking perfect.”

His hand trails fire up one of my legs as it moves over my flesh. My fingers move faster, fucking myself abandon as he massages his way to the apex of my thigh. He’s so close to my center, my nerves sting with anticipation. It’s the not knowing if he’ll give in and take me that pushes me closer to the edge.

“Just like that,mo chailín deas.” His fingers dig harder into me. “Come for me, Boss.”

As if he controls my body, the telling tingle spans out, spreading through my limbs like lighting as my orgasm begins to peak. Kane lets out a harsh curse, releasing my thigh and shoving two fingers inside of me. He pumps them in and out aggressively while I continue to curl mine and too soon I’m catapulting over the edge and into the abyss, his name a strangled cry as I fall apart.

The surge ripples through me, stealing my ability to think as my body shakes and my heart barrels into my rib cage. The warmth of Kane’s release finds my inner thigh, as his hand continues to fuck me and prolong the orgasm still contracting my every muscle.

It isn’t until I’m almost quivering from the aftershocks that he eases his movements and pulls away from me.

My breath is barely steady before I grin. “Couldn’t help yourself it seems.”

Kane strips the shirt from over his head, revealing his inked chest and wipes up his mess. He smirks when I flinch slightly as he passes over my sensitive skin. “I always thought your threats were empty, and seeing them play out was a little harder than I imagined.”

“Is that so?” I sit up, watching as he discards his soiled shirt.

“Perhaps, I’m too greedy when it comes to you. I said your orgasms belong to me and I meant it.”

This coaxes a snort from me. “I see. And speaking of threats, you don’t truly wish to follow through with yours considering we have very limited time together, do you?

He huffs before holding out a hand to me. I narrow my eyes but take it, and let him lead me back into the bathroom. “I told you the only way I fuck that cunt of yours is if you beg for it. I meant that too.”

“Spare me the semantics. You’re not that stubborn.” I set a hand on my hip and examine him as he turns on the water to the tub.

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