Page 29 of Two Canes, One Cup
Spread across a king sized mattress with a tall, dark, and handsome man who wants to ravage me.
His eyes are slate as he towers over me. “Take off that sweater before I rip it off.” The menacing tone only excites me more.
“Yes, sir.” Rising to my knees, I tug off the loose knit top and let it dangle from my fingers over the edge.
“Aphrodite,” he exhales before his hands frame my jaw, his thumbs burn as he tilts up my chin. Drawing closer, he pauses to stare down at me in the flickering candlelight. “It’s going to be hard not to fall for you,” he murmurs, then presses his lips to mine.
He is different from Reece.
There’s a possessiveness as he holds me, crushing me to him as if he’s trying to blur the lines of where he ends and I begin.
Our shadows melt into one as he presses tighter, drawing his hot tongue across the seam of my mouth.
I give myself completely to his brandy soaked kiss. I want to be consumed with his passion.
He pulls his torso away just far enough to rip through the last buttons of his silk shirt and shed it into a pile on the floor.
Then his scorching skin presses against mine as his palms work up and down my sides.
With gentle pressure, he leans against me, urging me with his body to fall back into the mattress.
I’ve barely finished bouncing when he grabs my leggings near my ankles and yanks them down.
“There’s my pretty pussy,” he groans, falling to his elbows between my thighs.
And then my soul leaves my body.
His hand slides up my writhing torso, stuffing his first two fingers into my mouth. “Shh. Those slutty little moans are going to call Reece in. He had his turn.”
My tongue moves between his knuckles, sucking them deeper in a weak mimicry to how he completely devastates my clit.
When the first orgasm begins to build, he shoves his hand into the back of my throat, stifling my cries.
He doesn’t stop. I’m so sensitive, his onslaught borders on pain as he pushes me higher under his relentless lips.
Every nerve ending tightens as I grind against his face until stars explode behind my eyes in another violent climax.
Twice within minutes.
My abs tremble and my legs feel like Jello.
What is this parallel universe I’m in?
I have never come this hard, this closely.
Part of me wants to catch my breath.
The rest wants to see just how far he can push me.
Holy shit. Tears leak from my eyes at the intensity of yet another rolling through me.
Digging my nails into his wrist, I pull his hand back. “Please,” I pant. “I just need to—”
“No,” he grunts. “They’re mine. I only get you for a little while, so I’m going to store these up and replay them in my head forever.”
Then his terrible mouth drops back against me, wreaking havoc on my fragile pussy.
He decimates me time after time until the world feels fuzzy and my throat is hoarse from barely controlled screams against his hand.
