“Yes,” she moans. I shake my head and wait. Her expression flashes, and for a split second, I can see a spark of anger. Oh no, there is no place for that shit. She’s mad that I’m pushing her, but not for long.
My hands grab each of her breasts, and I take the firm grasp I know she loves before letting go and removing my touch.
“Kane!” she snaps.
“Words, Willow. Give them to me and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Grab me, hard again,” she begs, and I instantly comply.
My hands back on the tits I love, and I give her exactly what she wants. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing and moaning my name. Knowing her tits are so sensitive she could come just from me playing for a few minutes, I regretfully let go. She starts to protest, but I take hold of her shoulders and lift her to sit on the edge. Her legs still spread, my hips planted firmly against her, and I help her remove the jacket before the top and bra are flying over my shoulder.
She leans back, her palms hitting the mattress and those fucking perfect tits begging for my mouth. She knows I love cupping the heavy mounds in my hand, rolling her nipple under my tongue and between my teeth. Yeah, I’m pretty sure with her arrogant expression, she knows just how badly I want her.
“Lick me,” she commands in a voice that is calm despite the fact her breathing is coming so rapidly that her chest is shaking.
Fucking hell. She’s so close. So close to the point where her desire for what I can give her takes over and her inhibitions disappear.
“Where?” I rasp, my head already moving toward the tits that tempt me.
“My … pussy,” she whispers in a breathy voice with just the slightest hint of embarrassment.
The noise that comes from my throat makes her jump. A low groan that sounds almost animalistic.
“Fuck, baby.” I continue toward the tit I was about to run my tongue over and bite her nipple with just enough pressure to make her cry out. “You have no clue what it does to me when I hear you tell me what to do. Where your body needs me. God, I’ve never been this hard. Touch your tits, baby. Keep your hands there and your fingers on your nipples. Let me see you.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, but instead of denying my command, she lies back and slowly cups herself and does just what I said.
Her cries fill the room as I work to remove the rest of her clothing. Her shoes, even though I would love to feel the bite of those heels on my back, go first. Her pants and panties are next. When I step back from the mattress, she is so lost in the pleasure she is giving herself that she doesn’t notice until my shirt is off and my pants hit the ground with the jingle of my belt against the unforgiving flooring.
I stand there, harder than fucking hell, and palm my cock as her hands continue to roll each of her nipples. Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open.
We continue to watch each other, but when it becomes too much for me, I drop to my knees and give her what she asked. My tongue swirls around her clit before I lick down the wetness and then push it inside her pussy. Her scream is shrill, and I look up her body to see her back bowed off the mattress.
Lifting one hand, I press down on her hips to keep her from bucking me off her delicious fucking pussy. My other hand continues to slowly stroke my aching cock, each time my thumb grazes over the tip I let out a hum against her that has her jerking each time.
Each press and lick against her clit has her crying out even louder until I’m sure she’s just seconds away from one hell of a climax.
Then I deny her my mouth.
“Kane. God, Kane! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
Leaning back, I lick my lips before I wipe the wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes hold hers, and I wait for her to realize that I won’t give her what she wants—what I crave—until she uses the words.
“I need you inside me,” she moans, her hands still pinching her nipples, eyes begging.
Not good enough.
I shake my head, and she whimpers.
“Please, Kane. I need you.”
I shake my head again, standing from the floor and reaching for the condoms I had stuffed in my jeans earlier.
“Kane, oh God, please.”
“Give me the words.” My command has her shaking her head slowly. “Beg. Me. To. Fuck. You.” With each word I demand, her shaking intensifies. “Beg me to fuck you with the cock I know you want. Say it.”
“Kane … please.” She gulps when I finish rolling on the condom, and I move to press the tip of my cock against her opening. “Please fuck me,” she whispers.
That word.
A word I’ve never heard from her lips before today, but one that has haunted my fantasies from that very second.
My cock is deep inside her before she even finished asking, and her whisper turns into a loud cry as her body stretches around mine.
I lean over her and take my time with my mouth on her tits. Each thrust of my hips matches with a deep pull of my mouth around her nipple. I take her body harder when her pleas for more hit my ears. Our skin slaps together with each movement.
“Fuck,” I moan into her shoulder when the pleasure almost becomes too much. “So tight.”
Her legs tighten around me, and I feel her nails in my back just when her pussy clamps tight on my cock. Lifting up, I look into her eyes as she climbs higher and higher. My own climax is just a few thrusts away, but not until I watch her come.
“I love you,” she whispers then rolls her head back and moans a long, deep sound that melts into a high scream as she comes. I can’t take my eyes off the beauty of it. In the middle of her scream, her hands grab her tits and her hips jolt against my thrusting as her orgasm seems to roll right into another.
“Fuck!” I shout, my head dropping to her shoulder. I fight to keep my weight from falling heavily on top of her as my own body comes so hard it steals the air from my lungs. “I love you, too, baby,” I tell her, my voice hoarse and sore from the forceful shout.
When I finally am able to pull myself out of her body, feeling like it had been hours but knowing it was more like seconds, I look down to see one hell of a sated smile on her sleeping face.
Not wanting to disturb her, I make quick work of cleaning myself up and grab one of the extra blankets we keep onboard. I hate covering her body from my eyes, but I know she’s had an emotionally hard day, and after how hard she just took me, she’s worn the hell out.
I grab my jeans and pull them on before walking back to the living room area, grabbing my phone and forgotten bourbon before settling down on the couch. But the first message I see stops the glass from ever hitting my lips.
My publicist, Trace, had sent fifteen texts. All of them demanding to know why I wasn’t picking up. But the last one is the only one I can focus on. I ignore his words and click the link.
Where’s Mia? Meet Kane Masters’ new play toy.
Fuck!
God-fucking-dammit. I knew it would turn into something like this when the media found out about us. I didn’t lie when I told Willow that I did not intend to hide our relationship, but until recently, I knew she wasn’t ready for the shit show that is sure to follow this news. Not only that but, as a fiercely private person, I hate seeing my personal life out there for all to rip apart with their lies. It’s so hard to have anything for myself that I perversely loved I was able to keep Willow to myself for so long.
And now … now, we’re outed as a couple—no, a goddamn fucking plaything—and all that privacy is going to fly out the window.
Fuck!
Worst of all, Willow has no idea just how bad it is going to get with the media. Not until I tell her everything. Everything I can’t even tell her yet because I gave my fucking word.