Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Ugh,” I huffed, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t cave until I did as he asked since I learned that lesson when he took my virginity. “Please spank me. But maybe not to the point of my butt being cherry red.”
Goose bumps popped up on my arms at his deep chuckle. “Since you didn’t know the rule about smiling like that at other guys yet, I’ll just give you a taste this time.”
Shifting so he was sitting at the edge of the bed, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me over his lap. Then he slowly pulled my shorts over my butt, taking my panties with them. He stroked over one side, but that was all the warning I got before his palm swatted the curve of my butt.
I gasped, twisting in his hold to gawk up at him.
Quirking his brow, he asked, “Too hard?”
“No, but a little bit of warning might’ve been nice,” I muttered.
“Trust me, sugar. It’s better this way.” He smoothed his palm over the spot where he spanked me. “No chance to tense up because you were expecting it.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as I wondered if he was speaking from experience.
Once again, Kane proved how in tune he was with my emotions. “I’ve gotten into enough wrecks to know the ones that hurt most were when I was braced for impact.”
“Oh.” I liked that explanation a whole heck of a lot, except for the part where he got injured.
“Lie back down, baby,” he instructed. “Wanna give the other side the same treatment before I bury my face in your pussy to see how wet you got from me spankin’ you.”
I probably should’ve been embarrassed by how quickly I moved, but I didn’t get the chance to think about it before his hand landed on my butt again. Then he whipped my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra in record time. When he spread me out on the mattress, I kicked off my shorts and panties while he stripped out of his clothes.
Every inch of his tanned, tatted skin was gorgeous, but I was too desperate to appreciate the view. “Kane, please.”
“Need somethin’ sugar?” he growled, positioning himself between my legs.
“Yes,” I panted, bunching the comforter in my hands. “Your mouth on me.”
He settled my thighs over his shoulders and murmured, “That’s my good girl, telling me what she wants.”
“Only because you make me.”
His big hands gripped my hips, lifting me toward his face as he looked up and asked, “You complainin’?”
“Not if it gets me what I want.”
And it really did.
Kane licked up my drenched center, then flicked my clit with his tongue. I arched under him with a moan, heat surging low in my belly.
“So fucking wet for me, sugar.” He slid his tongue through my folds again. “Spankin’ you isn’t gonna be any kind of punishment. Not when you enjoy it so damn much. Unless I smack your ass until it’s so cherry red, you’ll feel it for days.”
“That’d ruin sexy spanking for me,” I complained.
His beard scraped against my inner thighs as he tilted his head back to flash me a devilish grin. “Then don’t do anything to earn it.”
After that warning, he proceeded to eat me like a starving man. He used his tongue, teeth, and lips to quickly drive me to the brink. Then he pinched my clit, and I flew over the edge. “Yes, oh yes! Kane!”
“That’s it, sugar. Give me another one before I sink my cock into your sweet pussy.”
This time, he worked a finger inside me while he ate me. I pressed my head against the pillows, whipping it back and forth while he built my pleasure like he knew my body better than I did. Touching me exactly where it felt the best and using the perfect amount of pressure to drive me wild.
When he added another finger, my pussy clenched around it, and I gasped, “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Savannah. Now,” he demanded. Then he sucked my clit hard before gently biting down on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” I hissed. “I’m…I’m coming. Oh my gosh! Yes!”
My hips jerked up again, and I rode his face until the last of my orgasm passed. When the last shudder subsided, he rose to his knees. Staring down at me with heated eyes, he growled, “I’m gonna fuck you so full, you’ll never forget who you belong to. Tell me, sugar. Who do you belong to?”
I had no doubt he was going to follow through on that sensual promise. Just like he had last night.
“You,” I whispered. “I belong to you.”
“Damn straight,” he rasped, desire blazing from his green orbs.
Notching the head of his dick at my entrance, he palmed one of my breasts in his large hand. “You look so fucking gorgeous, naked and needy beneath me. All your sexy curves begging to be touched.”