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I didn’t know why I felt shy all of a sudden. I shouldn’t have.
He’d seen me naked on more than one occasion, several times in these last few days, in fact, but it felt very different to be made to strip right in front of him knowing that he was watching every second as I bared myself to his heated gaze.
As if he sensed my shy hesitation, he raised a single eyebrow and my stomach pitched forwards with nervous butterflies. Quickly, I reached behind my back and unclasped my sports bra, gasping as my breasts jolted downward, heavy and sensitive with desire. I took even longer to pull it away from my body to reveal myself, looking anywhere but at the heat that was blazing back at me through his eyes.
I used my hand to cover my fully erect nipples, wanting to prolong my aroused shame a little bit longer. He cleared his throat, and I instantly dropped it, letting him see me in the full light of the kitchen.
“Panties too, little one.”
With a nervously aroused swallow, I dropped my hands to my hips and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my white lacey panties. They were slightly sheer, revealing a hint of my pussy through the fabric, but it was another thing altogether to be standing in front of him entirely bare.
I pushed them down anyway.
“Come here. Climb on top of me just like before,” he demanded gently.
I obeyed him, straddling him. His cock seemed even harder now, and I gulped as my clit pulsed steadily against it.
“Now, ride me, little one. Let me watch as you fall apart on top of my cock before I fill you with it,” he warned, his voice a husky rumble of desperate desire all of his own. The sound of it sent a shiver racing down my spine and a soft gasp fell off my lips.
“I can’t,” I breathed.
“You will, pretty girl, unless you want me to fetch the wooden spoon right there on the counter,” he warned.
I glanced over at the kitchen island, seeing an oversized wooden spoon lying on top of the marble surface. Its presence seemed ominous. Usually, it would symbolize the making of a delicious meal, or a simple kitchen utensil, but now it had taken on a menacing undertone with nothing more than a few words from him.
His sinister threat made my pussy clench hard, and my hips involuntarily rocked forward as if my body was making the choice for me.
“Not like that, naughty girl. Ride me like you don’t want a bright red bottom,” he coaxed me, and the warm flush across my face only grew hotter. His hands grasped my hips, holding me in place as I tentatively rolled them once more.
A flash of passionate heat jolted through me, and I couldn’t help but move my hips a bit faster. When another surge followed, I bit my lip. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I readied myself to do exactly as he’d demanded because deep down, I needed it, no matter if it felt shameful to ride his cock this way, to have him see every second of my passion up close.
I met his eyes, and I could see his arousal staring back at me.
With increasing fervor, I moved my hips, rocking them back and forth and grinding my clit along the hard plane of his cock. Fiery bursts of pleasure soared through me, and soon enough, I forgot my shame and just gave in to what my body was demanding.
I needed to come, and it was going to be hard.
His fingers squeezed the sides of my waist, helping me move faster and faster as my core spiraled with need. My clit pulsed against his thick length. Before I was ready, my orgasm crashed over me, and a scream ripped free from my throat. I held onto him more tightly, using my hold on him as leverage to grind against him harder and faster, driving my orgasm high up into the stars until I worried I might never come back down again.
As my climax crested and finally began to fade, I sighed, my hips slowing their movements, but Kane’s hands on me didn’t allow that. He rocked me back and forth, faster and faster, until I could feel myself approaching the edge again. I cried out, digging my fingers into his back, but he didn’t let me slow down. With a soft whimper, I felt my imminent release taking over me like a sudden rainstorm, building and building until at long last, I shattered right there on top of him.
My nipples pebbled. With every aching throb of my pussy, my blood surged through me with a raging river of pleasure, and I lost myself amongst the rapids. I threw my head back and screamed, grinding hard against him until at long last, I trembled with aftershocks of passionate desire.
His arm wound around my waist as I quaked, lifting me easily so that he could free his cock. The moment it came into view, I sucked in a breath, but there was no time to prepare for it because he put me down straight on top of it.
With a keening cry, I took every last inch of him far more quickly than I was prepared to. His thick girth stretched me wide open, and it hurt. The burning pain seared at my insides for several long seconds before it finally began to quell.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but then his hands wound around my hips and started rocking me back and forth again. Soon enough, my body took over for him and his right hand slid forward so that his thumb grazed over my clit.
I shuddered hard as a fierce jolt of pleasure raced through me.
“Kane! Please,” I begged.
“You’re going to come for me, sweet mate. You’re going to keep coming for me until I’m satisfied, and I promise you, that’s going to be a long time,” he growled.
My passionate need built like a quiet, simmering storm as I met his heated gaze. It was a desire that transcended physical reality, weaving itself into the very fabric of my being. It was a hunger for his presence, for his touch, for his love, a craving that consumed me in a way I had never experienced before.
My hips bucked hard, and my inner walls fluttered around his cock, desperate to take him deeper while at the same time they tried to push him out.
