Page 173 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Then he’s pushing his cock inside me.

“Kane!” I cry out.

“Fuuuck,” he agrees.

He wasn’t gentle about it.

Didn’t even give me a heads-up before entering me, but it doesn’t stop my clit from pulsating. I gasp when he inches forward, proving me wrong. He wasn’t even all the way in.

I try to adjust to his size, clawing at the wall and shifting around him.

“Hands on your ass, baby,” he orders, and I realize I’ve taken my hands off again.

I oblige, pulling myself open once more.

“Fuck, just like that. I want to see you swallow my cock.”

Another roll of his hips has my breasts connecting with the wall. Next thing I know, he’s fucking me into it without a fuck given about how loud we’re being. There’s something particularly dirty about holding my pussy open as he’s jamming himself inside me.

He retreats momentarily, only to thrust back in at full force. My eyes roll to the back of my head, the sound of my arousal and our bodies connecting filling the pool house.

Kane releases his hold on my ponytail, removing my hands from my ass himself and joining my arms together behind my back. One of his hands wraps around both of my wrists as he thrusts faster.

I gasp when my face meets something cold. I have zero wiggle room, my front flush with the wall while Kane drives his cock inside me over and over.

I’m convinced he couldn’t possibly take me any higher than this until he jerks my back to his chest, lacing one of his arms around my shoulders and over my breasts to keep me in place.

He lets go of my wrists, his free hand slipping toward my pussy. He starts rubbing me in quick, determined circles, reviving an orgasm I thought was long gone.

He’s got me on the edge faster than I thought possible.

My muscles tighten, my walls contracting around him.

“Fuck yes. Come all over this fucking cock.”

His encouragement is what does it.

My body gives in, the world around me disappearing into darkness. Blinding pleasure tears through me like a hurricane, and a primal scream rips from my throat.

“God, Hadley, you’re so… Fuck.” He pumps harder, pinching my clit between two of his fingers.

His hand flies to my throat, squeezing as he thrusts a few more times and finishes inside me.

Hearing is the first of my senses to flood back in, the sound of our labored breathing pervading the pool house.

We stay like this for a few minutes, the weight of reality creeping back in.

Kane doesn’t pull out right away, his lips grazing the side of my neck. He places a handful of kisses up and down my shoulder, the affectionate gesture liquefying my insides.

I flick my head back, catching his lips with mine.

We kiss for long minutes, barely separating long enough to draw air into our lungs. His words return to the forefront of my mind as he’s tracing the curve of my jaw with the tip of his index finger.

We were written in the fucking stars.

And I’ve never been one to believe in fate.

But for him…

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