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Releasing my breast, he sat back. “Get yourself off while I watch. I want to feel you come on my dick at least a dozen times tonight.”
A dozen? Biting my lip, I snaked my hand down between our bodies and flicked the tip of my finger over the sensitive flesh. My orgasm struck like lightning, the combination of his bossy commands, his thrusting cock, and my desire to please him, rendering me a victim to my hedonism.
I screamed his name before finally burying my head in the crook of his neck and shuddering through the rest of my orgasm. Bane continued to pump inside me, driving himself deeper, taking over me. I let him. It was good to forget that I was the responsible one, the one who had to look out for my baby brother.
Bane suddenly pulled out and flipped us, so I was kneeling on the couch while he fucked me from behind. I clutched at the back of the frame of the couch, my breasts bouncing with the force of his strokes. Increasing his pace a little, I shut my eyes, absorbing the thrusts, absorbing the way he was claiming me.
* * *
Hours later,we were on the floor. Bane was going down on me again, the sight of his hands wrapped around my thighs was more than my sex-addled brain could really handle. He’d made good on his promise of orgasms, and he was going for the twelfth now, only I wasn’t sure my oversensitive body could do it. I felt raw—well-used but not misused. Bane was very considerate of my comfort the entire time, but he was driven with unrelenting focus now.
I squeezed my eyes shut as another orgasm crept over me. It wasn’t that crashing wave anymore. Rather, it was a slow build-up that teased at the orgasm, peeling away layers of it until I was left with no choice but to face it.
When I eventually stilled, and my breathing had finally eased, Bane slid back inside my body, my inner walls clenching in welcome. Placing his forearms on either side of my head, he fucked me missionary style, his dark eyes on my face. We were both covered in sweat and cum—mine, not his—but I’d never been happier to be where I was. Bane’s strokes were slow now. Gone was that urgency of before, and in its place was a gentleness I had only glimpsed briefly from him.
“Come one last time for me, baby,” he grunted. “Come with me.”
His words were the trigger. My body did not feel like my own, and I screamed his name as I came for the final time. Bane’s body went rigid as he chased me over the edge. His roar echoed around the room, his orgasm pouring on and on. When he finally stopped thrusting into me, he rolled over onto his back and took me with him. Sprawled across his chest, I lay there, panting, sweating, unable to move.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered against his chest.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Pushing my ponytail out of his face, he forced me to look at him. “I want every man to know how I fucked you raw.”
His dirty words sent a thrill through me, and although my mind was willing, perhaps my body wasn’t. I shut my eyes as sleep tried to claim me. Bane shuffled me off to the side, where I curled up on the rug, content to just stay there.
“Shower first,” he said, scooping me up easily. “Then bed.”
“To sleep?” I asked, peering at him, at the strong line of his jaw and the beard that was just the other side of a five o’clock shadow. He eyed me with a smirk.
“I thought I could get another taste of your cunt first.” I squeezed my legs shut involuntarily, and he chuckled. “Maybe not. I’ve worn you out.”
“Are you always so… thorough?”
He paused, his eyes growing dark for a moment before setting me down on the bathroom counter and turning on the shower. When it was clear he wasn’t going to answer that question, I let him wash us both before sliding into bed.
Rolling over onto my side, I shoved the sheet back off me, but Bane had other ideas. He wrapped himself around me, his leg over mine, his arm over my chest to cup one of my breasts. Just as I drifted off, I got the distinct impression Bane Rivera wouldn’t make it easy for me to leave, either now or in the future.
13
Bane
It had beenthirty hours since Wren finally gave me what I wanted. Thirty hours of me getting fucking hard at work just thinking about her. I was ready to have her again, but the deal we had was one night only, and I had to make her see I was her only choice.
I picked up my phone and dialed Bianca.
“Don’t tell me you’re canceling,” she said by way of greeting.
“Fuck, no, I’m still coming, Bianca.”
“Oh,” she replied, stunned. “What’s the reason for the call, then?”
“Can’t a brother call his sister more than once a week?”
In the background, Valentine started to fuss. I glanced at the clock. It was just after eleven, so she must be getting ready to nap. “You can,” she replied, shushing Valentine softly. “But I guess you caught me by surprise. So, we’re still on?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to see if I could bring someone.”
There was a long pause before my sister demanded, “Are you seeing someone? You’ve never seen someone. Who is she? What’s her name?”
