Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(30)


“Did I tell you to get undressed?”


“No.”


“There’s your answer. This time you’re undressing me.” Kane stood in front of her, legs braced apart, arms crossed. A master directing his slave. “Pants first.”


His high-handed behavior wasn’t what she’d expected. No kissing, no seduction. Using her good hand, she tugged one side of the elastic band, then the other, until the flannel pooled at his bare feet. He kicked his pajama pants aside.


Ginger’s gaze didn’t waver from her first up-close look at his cock. Oh wow. Circumcised? Check.


Long? Check. Thick? Check. She wanted to rub the smooth and shiny purple head across her lips.


He grabbed the edges of his tank top and yanked it off.


Confused, Ginger met his eyes. “I thought I was supposed to undress you?”


“You were. Until I saw the way you were lickin’ your lips. I’m dyin’ to feel your mouth on my cock.”


Kane wrapped one hand around her jaw. The other hand circled his dick and he brought it in line with her lips. “Use your mouth only, and only on the tip.”


He painted her lips with the polished skin of the head. Once the slit was close enough to taste, her tongue darted out to catch the drop of fluid beading in the center. She moaned at her first taste of him.


“You keep makin’ sounds like that and this’ll be over too damn quick.”


“You want me to make those sounds when this bad boy is completely buried my mouth?”


“Eventually. For now, focus on the head.”


She circled her lips around the crown and sucked, alternating with flicks of her tongue. Working the sweet spot beneath the thick rim brought forth Kane’s masculine groans of approval, but it wasn’t enough.


She wanted to feel the rigid length gliding over her tongue. She wanted to feel his girth stretching her mouth wide. She wanted to feel his pubic hair ticking her nose as she took him deep. She wanted total submersion in this intimacy.


So yeah, maybe she resented his dictate of control.


Without warning, Kane tilted her head and pushed past her lips, over her teeth, across her tongue, bumping her soft palate, until his cock was fully seated in her mouth and halfway down her throat.


Ginger fought the gag reflex, focusing on her breathing. Trying not to feel smug she’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted.


Brusquely, Kane said, “Look at me.”


The only things she could move were her eyes. She gazed up at him. God. He was something. So overpoweringly male.


“You were testy about me parceling out a taste of my cock an inch at a time, weren’t you, sugar?”


Her affirmative growl traveled up his shaft.


He trembled.


Ginger smiled, hard as it was with her lips stretched around the base of his cock.


“You are stubborn about getting your way,” he murmured. His thumb traced the hollowed section of her cheek. “Truth is, that makes me f*ckin’ hot.” He let his fingers drift up her face to circle the shell of her ear before coming back to rest on her jaw. “But I’m gonna enjoy teachin’ you obedience.”


His big, rough-skinned hands landed on her head. “Hold on.”


Her left hand gripped his muscular quad.


Kane pulled his cock out, letting the rim of the cockhead rest on her lower lip. Then he thrust back in fully. He did that three more times a slow withdrawal, a fast plunge to the root.


Saliva built in her mouth, coating his shaft, making the glide easier. Ginger kept her eyes closed, reveling in the silken push and pull of his hard flesh across her soft tissues.


“That’s it,” he rasped. “Get me wet.”


She let her teeth graze the underside of his cock as he eased out. Then she playfully flicked her tongue into the slit.


“No teasing.” He shoved deep. “Now suck harder. That’s it. Lemme feel those throat muscles workin’.”



Kane picked up the pace.


Ginger loosened her jaw, loving his loss of control with every grunting thrust into the wet recess of her mouth. Her panties were soaked. Her sex throbbed with want, jealous her mouth was being so thoroughly filled.


The strokes increased. Kane’s breathing turned even more ragged. “I’m close. Jesus. Fuck.” Two more deep thrusts and he stilled. His cock twitched on the back of her tongue and he groaned, “Swallow.


Now. All of it. Christ.” His hips continued to bump against her face.


Her cheeks were compressed tightly to the rigid shaft. Her throat muscles contracted around the head as his seed flowed down the back of her throat. A pleasant buzz reverberated in her head.


First time she’d experienced that euphoric feeling from giving a blowjob. Usually her orgasms gave her that floating, melting sensation.


Seriously f*cking hot, seriously f*cking heady, this obedience stuff.


“Hey. Red. Look at me.”


She blinked at him.


Satisfaction and pure possession were etched on his face. And his mouth. That sinful, talented, knowing mouth, curled into a naughty smile. “You liked that.”

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