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“Kane,” I moan as he slides the tip of him through the wet of me, seizing my core.
My heart isn’t far behind as he says, “Whatever you want, beautiful.”
“You.” I kiss him. “God, Kane, you.”
His lips fall against my throat. “You have me, baby.”
“Mmm,” I moan, shifting my hips. I need himcloser. I need—him to fill the aching emptiness inside me. He pulls back. I cry out, “Please.”
A deliciously dark chuckle, and then the man lowers to his knees. Before I can protest, he has one leg thrown over his shoulder and his face is between my legs. My head falls back as I gasp in steamy air, a cry spilling from the cavern of my lungs because the man just sucked my clit into his mouthhard. When he pulls away only to return with teeth in the mix, that tremor that wracked my body earlier returns full force.
Something entirely inaudible slips from between my lips, and Kane makes a proud sound as he pushes a hand between my legs, shoving two fingers deep, fucking me with his fingers as he uses tongue and teeth on my clit until I’m a mess of spilled nerves and shattered orgasms in the palm of his hand. As he rises, holding me there against the wall with a hand in my belly, I can’t help but note the angry red of his swollen erection as he towers before me. My stomach tightens, the ache returning with a vengeance even though I’ve just came.
How? Honestly—how?
Before him, I’d thought I’d been the only one capable of getting myself off with the help of my trusty collection of toys. Before him, the only orgasm I’d ever experienced had been at my own hand. And now that I’ve experienced this earth-shattering pleasure from him, I’m not even sure I gave myself an orgasm. Not areal one. Or not the kind of orgasm that Kane gives. Because whatever he gives is full body intense.
“My turn,” I gasp when I’ve regained enough control of my limbs.
Kane shakes his head. “No.”
“Kane.”
“Wife.” The stern way he commands me has a thrill chasing the ache in my core, making it that much more intense. That much more painful. That much more needy.
Well, I’m beginning to think I might like a dominating man, after all.
Still, I tip my chin and meet his eyes with my own. “Husband.”
“Fucking love when you call me that.”
Should the fake husband love it that much when the fake wife calls him such things?
Should the fake wife love it equally as much?
Shoot. Doomed. Trouble.I’m up to my eyeballs in it.
I just don’t give a flying flip anymore.
“It’s only fair,” I insist, even though a tone like his to anyone else would surely warn them off. Have them stepping down.
Kane quirks a grin, telling me just how much he likes it when I push him. “I’ll have mine, Sunshine, I promise. Right now, it’s about you.”
My mouth goes dry. My knees weak.
My pussy? She’s drenched. On fire.
Weeping.
Hell.
Kane reaches for the soap that smells of him, washing me from head to toe. Then he washes himself, all the while his angry red cock juts out hopefully in my direction, teasing me.
When I can take it no more, and the last of the soap drains from his body, I find myself dropping to my knees, gripping his cock as I lean forward to press a kiss to the tip. A hiss of breath rushes between his teeth as Kane jerks, blue eyes fixed on me.
“Wife,” he warns, but I don’t heed it as I open my mouth and take him deep. As deep as I can go.
He groans, a thick and husky sound vibrating into the space,vibrating through me. I don’t stop, give him more. All of me. I pump my mouth on his dick, hitting the back of my throat with his tip over and over before pulling back, swirling my tongue around the tip, and bobbing back down.
