Page 127 of Lourdes & the Mafia
All these sensations, all of it is overwhelming.
And I want so much more.
I growl into his mouth, nipping desperately at his lips with my teeth. He chuckles, nipping back in a teasing manner that is rare for him.
I relish in it and all he gives.
My fingers grasp for the lapels of his suit jacket, shoving it from his shoulders. He’s wearing far too much and it’s hardly fair, but before I can get it over his arms, he yanks himself away from my hold.
“No,” he says, the word a cutting command.
I pout. “I want to feel you, too.”
“You will.” There’s such promise and certainty in his voice that the desperate longing wanes a fraction. It’s still there, but I’m relaxed knowing that Kane will give me what I want.
I’ve known that, but it’s nice to have reassurance in his softening, determined gaze as well as in the squeeze he gives me before pulling away and leaving me to sway once again.
My eyes are trained on him and not at the drop below, though. Gravity is defied by him, as even though his wings flap in slow motions at his back, he’s perfectly still in front of me like he’s standing on the ground.
He places his hands before him, toying with the cuff links at his wrists.
Kane looks like a painting. Like a movie star. Like someone who belongs on covers of magazines. Dangerous and beautiful, elegant and sinful. My mouth goes dry as he starts to strip, shrugging out of his suit jacket and letting the rich material fall without a care. He works down the line of buttons slowly, methodically, pulling it off in movements that aren’t purposefully sensual but appear to be.
He toes off his shoes next, clad before me in nothing but his pants and a thin shirt. His eyes hold mine as he undoes his belt. It makes a snapping noise as he yanks it out of the loops and slams it against his palm. The sound makes me flinch, a shiver of anticipation running through my spine.
“You like that?” he all but purrs.
I swallow. “I do, my king.”
He smirks, obviously pleased with my answer. “Later,” he promises. “Later there will be a time for punishment. This is a time for worship.” He lets the belt fly and then he’s yanking off his shirt and his pants.
When he’s finally flying before me bare, with his erect cock pointing upwards, bulging, leaking liquid from the tip, I swallow.
He’s…
He palms the underside of his dick, giving it a hard, slow jerk. Precum dribbles from the tip and wets his fingers.
I can’t stop staring at the fact his dick looks massive even in his hand.
My eyes must be wide with shock because he smirks. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “It’ll fit.”
I’m struck stupid by his words. Stuck staring when magic forming in front of me pulls my attention away. A coiling rope of shadows appears solidly in front of me, swaying slightly.
“Hold onto that with both your hands.”
I obey the order, anticipation flowing through me.
His wings beat, pushing him away from me through the air. I can feel the breeze of him behind me. Then there’s rope wrapping around my ankles, yanking them apart. I gasp, my fingers biting into the rope I’m holding. I whimper as my knees are bent and I’m pulled upwards, elevated in a plank position with my legs bent and spread wide behind me.
A cool draft of air blows against the lips of my pussy, but it’s soon replaced by the warmth of Kane’s body as he crowds in behind me, spreading my legs even wider to accommodate his waist.
I feel the burning sensation in my thighs and hips and my body starts to tremble.
“Do not let go of that rope, my queen,” he commands. I feel the hot press of his dick against my thigh, the wet slide of the tip against my skin. He presses it between the cheeks of my ass, and I tense when his tip touches my hole.
“Sssh,” he reassures, giving my ass a squeeze, the pressure of his blunt claws digging into my skin. “Relax.”
I do as he says, but every muscle screams at the position. He doesn’t make me wait long before his dick resumes its course, finding the seam of my pussy. His thick head pushes inside, spreading me wider than I’ve ever been spread before.
