Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(65)

“So warm me up.” She remained with her forehead to the mattress, almost in a submissive manner.


Kane didn’t give her a warning. His open palm connected with the center of her right ass cheek.


She gasped.


He smacked the left cheek.


Another gasp.


Then he went a little wild; the visual of his red handprint on her white skin brought out his primitive side. He peppered her ass with strategically placed swats, some hard, some playful, so Ginger never knew what to expect.


His cock was fully erect and digging into his zipper. Despite being chilled only ten minutes ago, his skin was on fire; he was actually sweating.


Kane smelled her arousal, saw the slightest movement of her ass pushing back, silently asking for more. He obliged her until he couldn’t stand it. He had to feel that beautifully heated flesh on his face. He had to taste it.


He shoved back, first running his tongue down the crack of her ass. Then he rubbed his face over her flaming butt cheeks, letting his goatee tickle and tease.


Ginger whimpered. Her hands clenched into fists.


Kane used his tongue to bathe the red hand marks. Lapping. Licking. Leaving openmouthed kisses from the sexy dimples above her ass cheeks to the curve at the bottom. He lost his mind in the feel of her, the scent of her, her willingness to explore his kinky side without hesitation.


He gripped her lower body at the base of her thighs and lifted, using his thumbs to pull apart her cheeks, revealing that pink pucker and the glistening mouth of her sex. Kane plunged his tongue into her cunt and then dragged it up, over the bud of her anus. He flicked the very tip of his tongue over that tiny closed hole, painting it with his saliva. When he stopped, Ginger made a keening wail, sounding mighty displeased he’d halted his attentions. Then he rammed his tongue in deep and repositioned his hand so his middle finger could rapidly flick her clit.


She came with a half gasp, half scream.


After the orgasmic pulses stopped and she slumped forward, Kane released his hold on her, smoothing his hands across her still heated skin. He unbuckled his belt, freed his cock from the confines of his zipper and dropped his jeans and his boxers to his knees. He grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up his shaft.


Then he squirted the gel on his fingers and worked both fingers into her ass, preparing her with decisive strokes.


He leaned across her body, bracing his left hand by her left shoulder. “You okay?”


“Uh-huh,” was her muffled response.


“I’ve decided since you’ve been so good, that it’s time I give back your vibrator.”


“Now?”


“Yes, right now.” Kane nuzzled the back of her head, breathing in the lavender scent of her shampoo.


“My cock pounding into your ass and your vibrator in your cunt. You’ll be double teamed, but by one man.”


“Oh God.”


He didn’t need to lube up the vibrator since she was already wet and loose from her orgasm. He inserted the phallus completely into her * and turned it on.


Her body trembled, from her bound arms to her toes curled into the mattress.


Kane prodded her tiny entrance, slipping just the cockhead in past the contracting muscle, which tried to keep out the intrusion. Oh hell, between the tightness of her body, the vibration from her sex toy and his anticipation, this wasn’t going to take long. He shoved into her ass until the root of his cock was pressed against her anal opening and his balls slapped against her *.


Ginger arched up.


He stopped, despite how fast his heart hammered. His body shook and it didn’t have a damn thing to do with the vibrator. “How does that feel?”


“I can’t even… It feels full. Really, really full.”


Kane withdrew from her back channel, again letting just the tip remain inside her. He snapped his hips, bumping the vibrator into his groin as he plunged in completely. Then he set to f*cking her like a man possessed, his fingers digging into the reddened, soft globes of her ass. The visual was hotter than fire, seeing that hole stretching to accommodate his dick, his big hands spreading her wide and holding her in place for his assault.


His sac was already drawn up. Kane craved the rush of sensation as his cock emptied, feeling those close-fitting anal walls clamping down, milking every ounce of seed from his aching balls.


Now, now, now became the rhythm in his head, his blood, his body as he f*cked her. He closed his eyes, lost to everything but the overpowering need. When that familiar pulling began at the top of his head, tightening every muscle from his scalp to his Achilles, he groaned. When the first spurt shot out the end of his dick, he gritted out, “Bear down on me, harder. Fucking Christsake that’s good. So goddamn…” He reamed her one last time, letting the white noise of pure sexual pleasure in his head take over, if only for a minute.


The buzzing against the underside of his shaft roused him from that happy pecker place. Staying embedded in her ass, he reached down between them and slid the vibrator out of her cunt, rubbing it up over her slit.


“Kane—”


“Come for me, sugar.” He nestled the rounded end on her clit and held it there.