Page 48 of DOG Part 2
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Kim
His expression was unreadable. Had he worked years to make it so, or was he just that good?
“It is,” he agreed.
His nonchalance simultaneously pissed me off and turned me on that much more. I pressed my open palms on his chest and pushed him back against the bed. He made no attempt to resist, instead relaxing back with an amused expression on his face.
He looked on as I stood up to unbutton and unzip his pants, then yanked them down his legs. I was adamant to be the one taking charge. I was the one fucking Kane, not the other way around.
His boxers were next to come sliding down those muscular legs, and when his massive cock popped up, thick and hard and ready to go, I had to take a heavy breath to get myself together. My panties were already soaking wet, and damn, I had no more control over the pulsating, needy ache between my legs.
“Take your shirt off,” I commanded.
“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, pulling the thin shirt up and over his head.
Seeing him completely naked was almost more than I could take. It had been months since I’d had sex, and I’d never been with a man as toned as Kane was. He was a bundle of sexy, ripped tautness, and I couldn’t wait to straddle him and ride. First, I wanted to taste him, and maybe see him lose it while I give him head. My mouth watered at the thought. I lowered my head and took his dick in my mouth, and he let out a low, throaty moan.
“Fuck.”
After only a few seconds his hand weaved through my hair, pulling me in to take in more of him. His hips rocked up as he fucked my mouth. I was so wet and wound up, eyes closed tightly. I moaned, enjoying every risky second of giving head to this complete stranger.
I felt his other hand grip my shoulder to get my attention.
“What?” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, ready to argue. Maybe I wasn’t an expert at giving a good blow job, but I couldn’t have beenthatbad.
“Stand up.” I guess it was his turn to tell me what to do. Again.
I crawled backwards off the bed and waited for him to sit up.
He parted his legs slightly and pulled me to stand between them. His hands slid up the sides of my legs, up my thighs, around my waist and over the rise of my breasts. “You’re fucking sexy.”
I gave him a slight smile and soon his finger slid under the straps of my pajama top, pulling down until the loose fabric fell down to my hips. I shimmied out of it until it fell to the floor, and took my shorts and thongs with it. He didn’t wait a second. I looked down into his eyes while his hot, rough hands began massaging the outside of my thighs and ass. Fuck, this kind of foreplay was hot. Too hot.
His mouth was even hotter, making contact just above my navel and kissing a trail down my belly to my mound. Holy fuck. He did this thing where he found my slit from behind and finger-fucked me while his hot, wet mouth feasted on my clit. I gasped in surprise. And in pleasure. Kane knew the exact spot to reach his two fingers inside me, and Christ, he also knew how hard and how fast I liked it. A loud, low involuntary whimper escaped my lips as I leaned forward. I clutched at his shoulders for balance but my knees were weak and ready to give way. Moving smoothly, he flipped me around, planting me on the bed beside him, still tasting and licking between my folds, and thrusting into my core with those deft fingers.
Before I knew it, another finger was sliding over my slit, but that one didn’t dip in with the other two. Sweet baby Jesus! He paused his assault on my center for a second, and that third digit ran over the skin between my pussy and my asshole. No one ever touched that spot before, and God it felt like heaven. Still, I jumped when he dipped that finger slightly into my ass and stopped. Wow, it felt good. So good I tilted my hips to get him to move in further. And a little more. Further in until his other hand resumed with matched movements deep inside my core, and his lips restarted consuming my folds and sensitive spot.
I was flying to another world, with sweet gratification expanding through my body and flickers of light streaking in front of my eyes. Certain that the sound that would accompany this orgasm would be one hell of a ruckus, I rolled one hand into a fist and bit it, not wanting to have anyone outside this room—or in this neighborhood for that matter—know how masterfully this man was playing my body. There was no way I could help it either. In no time at all, a wild and wicked pleasure burst outward, rushing through me so intensely my toes curled and my neck arched back and every muscles in me seized. My climax didn’t end there. It had my legs shaking, and my nails of the hand that was not in my mouth was now clawing into Kane’s shoulder.
When he moved up onto the mattress to join me I was ready for his manhood, swollen and red to the point where I wasn’t sure he would last a minute inside me before blowing his load. He turned off the bed-side lamp, the only light I had kept on in the room. I wondered what that was about, but not for long.
Kane spread my legs wide and in the dim light streaming in through the horizontal blinds of the bedroom window, he looked down at me with hungry, darkened eyes, setting off my need again. I’m not sure where or how he found it, but a condom appeared in his hand somehow. He ripped the wrapper open with his mouth, slid on the condom with adeptness that only came with experience, and drove that massive cock deep into my slick wetness, causing a cry of decadent pleasure to escape my lips.
He was in his element, and found a rhythm that had me lost outside my body. He thrusted harder and faster, and with each thrust of his hips another moan flew out of me. He lowered his chest onto mine and I bit into his shoulder gently, trying to keep my noise between these bedroom walls.
“You’re so tight, woman…so fucking sweet,” Kane groaned into my ear, gasping as he clutched at my hips.
That was it.
I hit another peak, this one even more powerful than the last. My eyelids fell closed, my teeth released its hold on his shoulder and my head dropped back to the bed. Kane didn’t stop, and fuck, that sent my orgasm cresting higher, rolling upward, mounting until I thought I’d black out for sure. His body tensed up a short while after. He was coming. His arms slipped past my hips and under me to my ass cheeks, and after three devilishly wicked thrusts, he went over the edge too.
His body relaxed on top of me for a minute, the hot sweat on our bodies threatening to stick us together all night. I pressed a palm against my eyes and waited for my breathing to come back under control. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and bury my head in his chest, but that would send him a message I wasn’t ready so share with anyone. What had just happened was carnal and feral and fucking hot, but I was determined for it to never cross the line. Emotions would not be added to this simple equation.
If it happened again, it was going to be a fuck-my-biker-protector kind of arrangement. Who was I kidding? There was no ‘if’. I was going to get me some more Kane during whatever timeframe I had to stay under the Rugged Angels’ watch.
I waited for him to pull out, or shift around, or move, or give me some kind of signal that he was getting up and out of my bed. Nothing happened. I gave him a few more minutes before I spoke into the darkness.
