Page 47 of Fallen Dane

His tongue moves faster, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside me that makes me lose focus on everything but him. I’m so fucking close. My body is already wound tight from the adrenaline of the evening.

“I love you.” The words tumble out of me. “I fucking love you, Dane.”

He pulls back just enough to speak. “I love you too, kitten. Now come on my tongue so I can fuck this pussy.”

He seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard.

I come with a loud moan, my thighs clamping around his head. He doesn’t stop, working me through it until I’m shaking and gasping his name.

When I finally collapse against the seat, he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fuck. You taste so fucking good.” He sits down on the seat and unzips his pants. “You want to feel like you are still in control, Whitney? Come and ride this dick.”

I straddle him, positioning myself over his cock. He’s never allowed me to do this before. Dane is always in control, always on top. I usually prefer my husband dominating me. But right now, on this high from getting my revenge, I want to know what it’s like to be the one that fucks my husband.

I sink down onto him slowly, taking every inch. We both groan at the feeling.

“Jesus, fuck.” His hands grip my hips. “You feel so good.”

I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm. Dane watches my face, showing me he loves me without saying a word.

“You know what I thought when I saw you kill him?” He thrusts up to meet my movements. “I thought how goddamn lucky I am that this fierce, deadly, beautiful woman belongs to me.”

“Forever.” I brace my hands on his shoulders and ride him harder. “And you are fucking mine.”

“I hope you are having fun fucking me like this.” He pulls me down for a hard kiss. “Because you are going to spend a lot of time on your fucking knees to remind you who is actually in control.”

I move faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me again. Dane helps, lifting me and slamming me back down on his cock with brutal force.

“I’d burn the entire world for you.” His voice is rough. “I’d kill anyone who tried to take you from me. You know that, right?”

“I know.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “And I’d do the same for you.”

He grabs my throat with one hand and squeezes. “But not without my fucking permission.”

I struggle to breathe as I ride his dick as hard as I can.

“I’m going to come.” I gasp the words out. “Please, Dane. Please let me come.”

“Damn. I hoped you’d forget to ask permission so I could make you ride home with a mouthful of my cum and a plug in your ass.” He tightens his grip on my throat. “Now you’ll just have the plug.”

I’m trying to decide if I want to accept that punishment, because I’m not going to last.

“Fuck. I need to come, Dane.”

“You’ve earned it, pretty girl. You can come for me.”

My orgasm takes over my body, making me unable to move as I fight to extend the sensation. Dane groans and pulls my hips down, pulsing inside of me as he fills me.

We stay locked together. We’re both breathing hard. His hand releases my throat, and I sag against his chest.

“That’s my good girl.” He kisses me gently this time. “I fucking love you so damn much.”

I rest my head on his shoulder, not wanting to separate from him. Through the tinted windows, I stare at the warehouse where I killed Harrison.

“What happens now?” I ask.

“Now we go home.” Dane’s arms tighten around me. “We take a long, hot bath. And then I’m going to fuck my wife’s tight ass.”