Page 224 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I straddle him before he can get a word in, slipping my hands between my thighs and grazing my engorged clit with my index. I dip my finger lower, almost embarrassed by how wet I am until Kane’s hand matches my actions, finding my entrance. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.

“You want to fucking kill me, don’t you?” He throws his head back, but I refuse to let him break the eye contact, knowing this will be the last time he’ll get to look at me.

“Open your eyes.” I turn the tables on him, and his mouth drops, green eyes snapping up to mine. “Lower.”

His focus falls between my legs, and I reach for his cock underneath me, fisting him slowly before guiding his tip between my pussy lips.

His hands shoot to my waist, but I slap them away.

“What? Can’t stand not being in control?” I offer him a sly grin, continuously using him to get off.

Pleasure courses through me, and my eyes roll back at the friction. I angle his cock at my opening, leading him inside me just an inch. But then I’m pulling away, resuming with the back-and-forth against my clit.

“Fuck, stop teasing me.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’m going to come before I get to fuck you.”

I pay him no mind, gripping him tighter and jerking him off.

“Shit,” he grits out, clenching his jaw and fists. “Hads, please.”

That does something to me.

The next thing I know, I’m lowering myself onto his cock.

“Oh, God.” I have to stop myself from screaming.

I don’t know why I thought I could handle his cock like this. Did I forget how big he is? How hard it is to adjust to his size, especially in this position?

Kane grips my waist, and this time, I let him. “Fuck. That’s it. Nice and slow.”

I clearly underestimated how wet I was. I’m guessing that’s why Kane was adamant on oral intercourse. He knows it helps me relax before we get down to business.

“That’s it. Be a good fucking girl and take every inch of my cock.” His hands cage my body, urging me to move downward. He must notice the look on my face when I swallow him entirely because he cups my face, swiping his finger along my jaw.

I wince, attempting to adjust to his size by moving around.

“Hands on my chest, beautiful.” Kane captures both my hands into his, places them flat against his pecs, and tugs me forward. The new angle turns out to be a revelation. At least this way, I don’t feel his dick stabbing my organs. “I’m going to move now, okay?”

He starts to pump his hips into me, his eyes never leaving mine as he gradually fucks me harder.

It feels amazing.

Much better than it did earlier.

Shit, I was supposed to be the one in control.

Instead, he’s calling all the shots.

It feels so good I don’t even care.

“Go on. Take it,” Kane rasps, his thrusting increasing in speed and intensity.

Pleasure fully replaces the ache between my thighs when he jerks me flush against his chest, one of his hands flying to the back of my head as our mouths collide.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t forgiven me.” His lips find mine again, sparing me from having to come up with a response that’ll most likely be a lie.

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