Page 22 of Working for the Enemy

Kane kneels down and lifts my feet up, placing them both on the edge of the bed, spreading me wide open for him. He inhales deeply, a rough, gritty sound rumbling up from his chest. “I can smell how much you want me.”

“Mmhm,” is about all I can manage, the anticipation building deep inside. I already feel so on edge.

Kane’s thumbs spread my pussy lips, exposing even more of me to him. He growls and dives in, lapping me up and devouring me, pushing me right up to the edge.

“Fuck, Kane, yes…” I moan as I buck my hips, shamelessly chasing my own pleasure.

His fingers work my clit, winding me up, taking me higher and higher. Then he spears his tongue deep inside of me, pulling out my orgasm as it shoots through me, sucking up every last drop of my release.

Kane keeps licking me in long, steady strokes and I come again, shuddering and shouting his name as I grip his hair and shove him impossibly further into my pussy. I feel like a wild animal needing more, needing him again and again. He gladly obliges, sucking my folds and shoving two fingers inside of me while I’m still sensitive and throbbing from my last orgasm.

“Ohmygod yes, Kane, fuck, I’m…”

“Again, Marlowe, do it. Come for me again, sweet girl.”

At his words, I scream my orgasm and feel an intense wetness shoot out of me.

“Jesus, fuck, Marlowe, you’re squirting all over me, That’s so damn hot.”

All I can do is writhe underneath him as he continues to work my body, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible, until finally, finally, I start to come back down.

“Are you sore, angel?”

“Huh?” I breathe out, my sweaty brow furrowing in confusion.

“Sore. From… well, from any of the times I tore you apart yesterday or this morning.” I shake my head no, giving my man a sexy smile that says I’m ready for whatever he has in store.

“Good,” he grunts. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, make you come three more times on my dick. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please, I need you.”

He looks up at me from between my breasts, heat flashing in his eyes. He lunges at me, taking control of my mouth, biting my lip, and sucking my tongue into his mouth. I reach down and stroke his long, thick cock and position him at my entrance.

“Fuck, Marlowe,” he groans before slamming into me, bottoming out in one hard thrust. I shout his name and he pulls all the way out, slamming into me over and over. “Love being inside of you. Jesus, you’re so tight.”

His words are so dirty, but I love them. I squeeze around him each time he pulls out, intensifying the pressure building between us.

Before long, I find myself riding the edge, my muscles tensing and preparing for yet another orgasm.

“I feel you, Marlowe. Feel you getting close.”

Right before it hits, he pulls out.

“No! Kane, please…”

He throws both of my legs over his shoulders and thrusts into me. I explode, throwing my head back in a silent scream, my pussy convulsing around his cock again and again.

I buck my hips, signaling him to move again. Kane wastes no time as he pounds into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass, our bodies making obscene noises, my cum trickling down my ass, pooling on the sheets below me.

“Marlowe… God… F-fuck!”

“Yes, yes, yes, right there.” Kane angles his hips, hitting me so deep I swear he’s going to split me in two.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, yet it feels like I’ve been coming for hours.

Kane pulls out, still hard as a rock. He twists my hips and flips me over, my body limp as I let him position me however he wants. Kane takes my hips in his hands, lifting my backside up for him.

He plunges back into me, finding his rhythm again. Kane starts off in long, steady strokes, but quickly picks up speed as he chases his release. Soon, he’s rutting into me, grinding his hips into my ass, and I forget about everything except the way he’s breaking me apart and putting me back together with each thrust.